Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 94: Cunning Human Heart
"Peacock Feather?"
"That's the Peacock Feather!"
…
As the golden light fell into his eyes, the flashes of swords, the shadows of spears and hidden arrows collided in the night, creating the most tragic and thrilling music in the world.
The originally quiet inn instantly turned into a Shura purgatory, with fighting raging on all sides. Countless figures rushed to the second floor and squeezed into the guest room where Li Muchan was staying.
Knives and swords collided, blood and flesh intertwined, fresh lives disappeared in the blink of an eye, corpses fell like mowed grass, and one after another were buried in the bloody vortex of fame and fortune.
And the last person, Du Lei, had already turned as pale as death, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
He stared at Li Muchan who was lying among the corpses, meeting those eyes that should have died with his eyes open.
Those eyes were dark and deep, as if they could not see any light at all, but Du Lei saw a hint of mockery and contempt in them, as if they were looking down at the common people from a high place, and there was even a hint of weird smile and a sigh of pity.
"you……"
Du Lei really wanted to yell, yell out Li Muchan's name, yell that the other party was pretending to be dead, and that the "Peacock Feather" must be fake.
This person must have been expecting them to take action and waiting for this moment.
But there was no chance.
Because the murderous intent is overwhelming like a tide, he has to survive first before he is qualified to fight Li Muchan again.
Moreover, Du Lei was very confused. Li Muchan was obviously not wearing golden armor. Last night, after a battle with Lu Fengxian on the street, this man took off his black robe, revealing a body covered with scars.
They all saw it clearly in secret, especially because Li Muchan never took off his clothes or slept in that whole day and night, so he had no chance to put on the golden armor.
Rumor has it that if you want to kill the "Ghost Prince", you must first break the "Golden Armor".
This armor, which is famous in the martial arts world, is invulnerable to swords and spears, and is resistant to water and fire. If they want to take action, they naturally have to make sure that there will be no mistakes.
At this moment, Du Lei suddenly understood, and his whole heart was trembling. In the battle last night, Li Muchan did that on purpose.
What about the golden armor?
Li Muchan was lying on the ground, watching all this with calm eyes.
He's fine, how could he be in trouble?
He also understood why these people were frightened before they died.
Because these people are all masters from the Central Plains who were won over by the great elder of the Demon Cult, including Gongsun Tu, Du Lei and others.
Unfortunately, he was distrustful and never believed.
Human beings are made of flesh and blood, and will eventually die if they are cut by a knife or a sword.
Therefore, as long as he deliberately reveals a little flaw, those who want to kill him will definitely be tempted.
Li Muchan even stayed up all night and did not take off his clothes. All of this naturally fell into the eyes of these people, giving them reason to believe that they could kill him.
Sure enough, they took action.
He also gave the "Great Searching Hand" to Shangguan Xiaoxian, but he never took off the golden armor. It was always on his body and had long been sewn together with the black robe.
Li Muchan did not move, but just lay there quietly, watching the bloody battle in front of him, watching these people fight to the death for that fake peacock feather.
This world seems to have gone completely crazy.
Pools of blood flowed, corpses almost covered the corridors, and the spacious guest rooms became crowded. Everyone who entered the inn was unable to leave.
As time goes by little by little.
The sounds of killing upstairs and downstairs gradually faded.
Perhaps half a cup of tea, a cup of tea, or half an hour had passed. Smelling the strong smell of blood, Li Muchan stood up again.
When he stood up, he swayed his body and took a wrong step, combining the body movements of "colorless and formless, a thousand illusions and fragrances" together. He stepped lightly among the corpses, like a black butterfly flying up and down, graceful and extraordinary, yet with the strangeness of ghostly evil skills. He walked as if he was strolling in a garden, and swept out of the guest room and into the corridor.
Then, Li Muchan stopped.
Among the corpses on the ground, a man in black was covered in blood, breathing heavily, holding a good knife inlaid with gems in his hand.
This man had sinister eyebrows, bloodshot eyes, a cold face, tattered clothes, and an unusually sharp murderous aura emanating from his body.
This is Du Lei, who can move wind and thunder with one sword.
When he saw Li Muchan, Du Lei's murderous aura, like a dying candle, suddenly surged. His eyes opened wide like a vicious tiger, emitting a captivating red glow.
Li Muchan glanced at the end of the corridor and saw that the last door was intact and there was no sign of fighting. Then he smiled at Du Lei and said, "I'll give you a chance, get out!"
The war was imminent, and he didn't want to waste even an ounce of energy on this man.
Du Lei choked and vomited some blood, then suddenly turned into the guest room on the other side and left.
Li Muchan no longer hesitated, leaped up, flew across the corridor, and flew down the wooden stairs like the wind.
Under the bright moonlight, all you can see are corpses lying on the ground inside and outside.
In the backyard, a few lights were still on.
Ye Kai and Fu Hongxue have disappeared, but several others are still in a stalemate.
One of them was tall and had a long face. He was wearing apricot-yellow clothes and holding a black whip in his hand. His eyes were cold and slightly lowered. He was over fifty years old with slightly gray temples. He was none other than the "Snake Whip" Ximen Rou.
Beside him were the two swordsmen holding swords from before. Their bodies were covered in blood and their eyes were cold, but there was still a trace of lingering fear and rising pride on their faces.
To be able to walk from upstairs to downstairs and from the hall to the backyard alive requires not only strong strength but also great luck.
And the two of them undoubtedly have both. As long as they don't die today, they are destined to become famous all over the world.
Confronting them were Yan Nanfei and the green-clad maid disguised as "the second dragon head" beside him, along with the holder of the "Overlord Spear", and Du Lei who happened to jump down from the upstairs.
In addition, on the stone steps nearby, Shangguan Xian'er was huddled on the ground, her long hair disheveled, her cheeks stained with blood, her clothes on her right shoulder torn, revealing a shoulder as smooth and delicate as snow, as white as a jade sculpture, or as if it were made of snow-white dough.
This person huddled under the lamp, surrounded by pairs of cold gazes, like a lamb surrounded by wolves, weak and delicate to the extreme, his pitiful eyes concealed panic and fear, hostility towards these people, and a hint of shyness.
She carefully adjusted her purple dress to cover her exposed snow-white shoulders. She bent her knees, her slender body still trembling, tears welling up in her bright eyes.
The two sides in the confrontation looked at her and did not approach her, because Shangguan Xian'er held a scimitar in her right hand, and the blade was against her jade-white neck. She was probably too nervous, and bright red blood was oozing from the tip of the knife.
Shangguan Xian'er said in a trembling voice: "Don't... force me."
Yan Nanfei said with pity: "Okay, we won't go over. If you hand over the Peacock Feather, I will not only let you go, but also ensure that you get out alive."
"Second Miss," one of the two swordsmen suddenly said coldly, "Don't be so irritable. The leader is still waiting for you to come back. Come with us."
Shangguan Xian'er's body trembled, and the tip of the knife trembled with it. A streak of blood immediately flowed down her neck, and the eyes of the people who were watching suddenly changed.
"Okay, we won't force you."
"Be careful, that knife is very sharp."
…
"Hahaha!"
A burst of laughter suddenly floated from the hall, and everyone felt the lamps in the four corners tremble, a wisp of cold wind blew by, and there was one more person in the backyard.
Li Muchan, with a sword on his waist and his hands in his sleeves, stood alone, smiling and calling out to Shangguan Xian'er, "Don't be afraid, your brother-in-law is here, why don't you come with me? I promise you'll have good food and drink."
"Leave?" Yan Nanfei sneered, "You should take care of yourself first."
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at several people, but when he looked at Du Lei, not only was there no coldness on his face, but his gaze even lingered for a very short moment.
But no matter how obscure it is, it can be seen very clearly at this moment.
Moreover, such an action will look very different in the eyes of others.
There were countless casualties upstairs. Since Li Muchan was still alive, how could Du Lei still be alive?
With just this small movement, Du Lei's face first froze, then turned ashen, with veins bulging on his forehead. Especially when he noticed that Yan Nanfei tightened the rose sword in his hand and his aura was secretly directed at him, the hot blood in every vein in his body seemed to cool down.
Du Lei's eyes struggled for a moment, his lips moved, and he opened his mouth to speak , but suddenly he sighed as if accepting his fate, and looked at Li Muchan with a very wonderful and complicated expression: "Is it too late for me to regret now?"
Li Muchan's eyes flickered, and she smiled, "I just told you to leave, but you insisted on coming back to join in the fun. Fortunately, I am a broad-minded person. Don't worry, as long as you stand by my side now, I can pretend that what happened before never happened, and I can even reuse you. I will never break my promise."
Du Lei took a deep breath and walked to Li Muchan under Yan Nanfei's cold gaze.
Li Muchan drew his sword.
"After all the twists and turns, it's time for another three-way showdown."
