Volume 3: The Demon Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 140: A Sleepless Night
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
On the ancient road outside the mountain, a figure was walking on the frost in the forest, with the bright moonlight above his head.
The man wore a wide straw hat and a gray cotton jacket, and walked briskly and quickly towards the west.
Under the brim of the hat, there is a face half hidden in the shadow and half exposed in the moonlight. Between the mouth and nose, one can see puffs of white mist floating in the cold wind as the breath is inhaled and exhaled.
His breathing was a little heavy, like a wounded tiger, and his whole body exuded a sense of sadness.
But his blood was still boiling.
He is Qiu Xiaolou.
Qiu Xiaolou's footsteps were very fast, just like a tiger patrolling the mountains. Wherever he passed by, all the beasts fled and the crows in the forest were startled and flew away.
Hearing the jackdaw's scream, the murderous intent in Qiu Xiaolou's eyes suddenly increased. He raised his cold eyes, swung his big hand, and the sword energy was so strong that the jackdaw in front of him immediately broke its wings and fell down in front of him.
Without saying a word, he picked one up, put it to his mouth, and swallowed the blood whole.
Qiu Xiaolou was filled with hatred.
For the past few decades, he had always been hated by others, and now he finally tasted the feeling of hatred.
And the hatred was so deep and unforgettable that it was more painful than killing him.
It’s a pity that all his efforts for decades were in vain for Li Muchan.
How can I not hate it?
He wished he could bite himself, his eyes were bloodshot.
Such hatred far exceeds the hatred of having one's wife taken away from one's wife and is stronger than the blood feud of having one's father killed. Even if all the water in the four seas were washed away, it would be impossible to wash it away.
Fortunately, there is still a chance, a chance for revenge.
Because he is still alive.
Qiu Xiaolou really didn't expect that Li Muchan would actually let him go. How dare he?
If it were him, he would never leave any harm behind but would eradicate the evil completely.
However, since he survived, Qiu Xiaolou was determined to make Li Muchan regret it.
There are still tens of thousands of demons in the west. Even if Sun Xingyu is a traitor, how could he not be on guard? He still has a son, a daughter-in-law, and a group of confidants. Moreover, he has secretly ordered Tongtuo to withdraw from the battlefield early and head west first.
"Li Muchan... I will not be a human being if I don't avenge this."
"hehe."
Suddenly, a charming and enchanting laughter was heard under the moon.
Then I saw a red dress that seemed to come from the sky, floating over and landing on the crown of an old tree.
The man in red clothes fluttered like fire, and chuckled, "I never thought that the leader of the Demon Cult would end up like this... You have ruined the good situation like this, what qualifications do you have to think about revenge? If I were you, I would just cut your neck with a knife."
Qiu Xiaolou looked up and saw the man standing in the wind, with his hands behind his back, overlooking the place. His bright eyes narrowed into two crescents. It was the leader of the Jinqian Gang, Shangguan Xiaoxian.
Shangguan Xiaoxian yawned lazily and said slowly, "Put down the things on your back and I will let you go, how about that?"
Qiu Xiaolou had a blank expression on his face. There was only one thing on his back, a wooden box. Inside the box was the cult's holy relic, the green jade wand.
It's not just Shangguan Xiaoxian.
In the shadow of the moon, another person walked out.
This man was very tall and thin, with a long, green face and two hooks hanging from his waist, a farewell hook.
Shangguan Xiaoxian's eyes glowed brightly, and her delicate body instantly radiated an overbearing and violent aura, shocking the dust and noise. Her phoenix eyes were cold, and she said with a smile: "Your Excellency has a special force in your hands, and you are neither from the Qinglong Society, nor from Li Muchan, nor from my Money Gang. Where did you come from?"
The man raised his eyes slightly and turned them slightly, and saw another person walking out from the other side.
It was the great dragon leader, Young Master Yu.
Gong Ziyu looked at the other party and asked curiously: "I want to know too."
The man's eyes were deep and calm, and then his lips moved slightly as he uttered two words, two words that made Shangguan Xiaoxian stop laughing and made Gongzi Yu stare at him intently.
What kind of words would those be?
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It's late at night.
Some people have already fallen asleep, while others are still awake.
Above the waves of the Long Lake, a huge and exquisite ship is floating in the center of the lake.
Li Muchan leaned against the window, looking at the moon outside, and let out a long sigh as if relieved from a heavy burden.
It has been a very difficult journey, with every step being like walking on thin ice and being nervous.
“Woo woo…”
Under the moonlight, Li Muchan's white shirt was half open, his black hair was loose, and he held a long flute in both hands, playing a tune to the moon.
The melody is long and lofty, drifting across the lake and across the mountains, as if telling a distant dream, a dream of the rivers and lakes.
It seemed that he had not been so leisurely and relaxed for a long time. He also had not slept soundly and had sweet dreams for a long time. The last time was three years ago.
For more than three years, he had nightmares and dared not sleep for long. In the first year, every time he closed his eyes, he would wake up from a nightmare. He dreamed that his identity was exposed, his ambitions were revealed, or he died a violent death.
But in the second and third years he seldom dreamed, because he slept very little. He was either meditating, regulating his breathing, or practicing qigong. He was almost always thinking about how to become stronger.
It is not difficult for a person to face his own desires, but the difficult part is to restrain it or even control it.
Shangguan Jinhong did a great job in this regard.
This man was obviously very wealthy, yet he did not seek enjoyment at all, did not love beautiful women, did not drink fine wine, and even did not care about his food, clothing, housing and transportation.
But this person is not free from desires. On the contrary, his desires are extremely strong, and he only wants one thing, which is "power". This desire is so strong that it overrides all other enjoyments, even the desires of food, wine and beautiful women. Therefore, under this desire, everything else is nothing but mundane weeds and can be discarded.
However, Li Muchan didn't like this.
He still likes to enjoy. Without enjoyment, how can he feel the joy of success?
The sound of the flute faded away and became fainter.
Li Muchan put down his flute and was already thinking about what plan to make.
Now the situation is set, with three powers in a tripartite confrontation. As for "Excalibur Villa", it is ultimately inferior to the "Money Gang" and the "Qinglong Society". Although Xie Wangsun is ambitious, unfortunately he is not a qualified boss. Even if Xie Xiaofeng is extremely talented, it is impossible for him to compete with the three of them.
Moreover, Li Muchan was extremely confident that he could easily bring about the collapse of these Jiangnan martial arts families.
In the final analysis, these noble families just wanted to rely on the Xie family to rise up, or to seek self-protection. Now they have a better choice in him, who is rich and powerful. Anyone who is not a fool knows how to make the choice.
As for the Demon Cult, even if Qiu Xiaolou managed to reach the West safely, there would be only one outcome for him, which was to be tragically betrayed.
There are tens of thousands of demons, and they are mixed with good and bad. If these elite ones were still there, the demons would still be afraid. But Qiu Xiaolou is now alone, with a broken arm and injured. How can the demons be content? I'm afraid they have already fallen apart, waiting to stab the leader of the demon cult in the back.
Or maybe the "Money Gang " and the "Green Dragon Society" shared these people.
That's even better.
Although these people are numerous, they are also a huge burden. They are also unruly and difficult to tame, and are even more of a disaster.
Because the more this is the case, the easier it is to incite rebellion.
Li Muchan hoped that both forces would recruit the demons under their command.
It's late at night.
Someone's flute sounded in the night wind.
Li Muchan was lost in thought, but suddenly, he raised his sharp eyebrows, his eyes seemed to sense something strange, and turned his head to look at a table beside him.
A red monk's robe was spread out on the table.
It is said to be a monk's robe, but it looks more like a huge piece of cloth.
As the moonlight shone through, a little light seemed to flow through the inside of the monk's robe, interweaving into strange textures, vaguely forming the outline of a Buddha.
Li Muchan's eyes flickered, and he stood up and walked over...
