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Lei Wujie turned around and saw that more than a dozen tables of various sizes in the hall had been blown to pieces, several waiters had been smashed and were bleeding from their heads, and even the ground had been blasted into several craters.
Xiao Se pointed to the pile of ruins, indignantly saying, "Look at my shop, so what if it's been smashed! As for those people who just tried to kill me? Humph!"
“This…” Lei Wujie’s face turned completely red, and he didn’t know what to do for a moment.
“One hundred taels of silver.” Xiao Se stretched out his hand to Lei Wujie. His hands were white and flawless, with long and slender fingers, but in Lei Wujie’s eyes, they were far more terrifying than the steel knives of those big men.
“I have no money!” Lei Wujie took a step back.
"Oh?" Xiao Se's fox fur coat trembled slightly. With a wave of his hand, the door to the inn closed instantly.
"This skill..." Lei Wujie finally had to admit that those people just now seemed to be really no match for this unfathomable boss.
“But I’ll have this money soon!” Lei Wujie suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he said decisively.
"Oh?" Xiao Se replied lazily, but his eyes were already involuntarily staring at Lei Wujie's large bundle, looking it up and down.
Lei Wujie continued, "I'm going to a place soon. Once I get there, I'll have money."
"Where?"
"Snow Moon City!" Lei Wujie said proudly.
"Snow Moon City?" Xiao Se was also surprised upon hearing this.
Snow Moon City was once the number one city in the world.
From the day Snow Moon City appeared, it set the rules for the entire martial arts world. Many young disciples from various powerful families and sects would go to Snow Moon City to study. Due to years of development, Snow Moon City had become an independent force. It not only taught martial arts that other sects did not have, but it was also said that it could teach all the arts of the world!
However, that was before.
Snowmoon City has fallen into disrepair in recent years, but even in its ruins, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.
If this young man was truly going to Snow Moon City, then given his status as a member of the Thunderbolt Hall's Lei family, taking out a hundred taels of silver from Snow Moon City would be no problem for him. And this guy didn't seem to be lying. After all, apart from his exceptional martial arts skills, he seemed like a complete fool.
After thinking for a moment, Xiao Se nodded and said, "Okay, but I have to go with you!"
Lei Wujie nodded: "Okay!"
"And another thing." Xiao Se's eyes darted around, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.
The waiters couldn't help but sigh in their hearts for this young man who was skilled in martial arts but simple and honest.
"I'll pay back the debt later, and there will be interest. I want five hundred taels!" Xiao Se said loudly.
·· ···Requesting flowers· ········
Lei Wujie froze in place.
Xiao Se didn't wait for his response at all. With a wave of his hand, the door of the inn opened immediately. He looked at the snow falling all around him, sighed softly, and said in a low voice as if talking to himself, "It's been many years since I've been out here."
"Come on! Prepare the horses!"
Two magnificent horses galloped across the snow. One, clad in a fox fur coat, nestled lazily within it, while the other wore only a red tunic, its chest exposed to the cold wind.
"Your horse is truly magnificent, able to gallop freely even in such snowy conditions!" Lei Wujie couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold! The things I, Xiao Se, use can only be the best." Xiao Se glanced back at his inn, where he had left a sum of money for the waiters to repair, waiting for him to return with the money from Snow Moon City. But Xiao Se had a vague feeling that he might never come back.
...
"Newly brewed wine, green as ants; a small red clay stove, a gentle fire. Evening approaches, snow is imminent; shall we share a cup?" A man dressed in black, with a stern face, sat on a carriage, holding a wine cup, smiling at the person before him.
There were sixteen people in total, each holding a knife, a knife as bright as snow.
"Brother, you have a fine taste." The leading swordsman smiled. "We can drink the wine, but you have to leave the things in the carriage behind."
........ .. .......
"Oh?" The man in black smiled slightly. "You've all had a tough time following me through this snowy weather, but since you're destined not to get what you want, I'd like to offer you this drink, and then..."
"And then?" The swordsman raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip on the sword.
"Then die!" The man in black leaped up, a flash of silver light appearing in his hand.
The swordsman drew his sword and charged forward, shouting, "Attack!"
With a crisp clang, the silver light in the black-clad man's right hand collided directly with the swordsman's blade.
"Fingertip Blade." The swordsman gasped. He seemed to hear something cracking bit by bit. He hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. The snow-white blade in his hand broke in an instant.
The man in black smiled and raised his hand. The swordsman watched as the fingertip blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, danced in the man's hand, creating incredibly beautiful sword flowers—one, two, then thousands upon thousands, like a lotus flower blooming in an instant. But the swordsman could no longer see it; the fingertip blade had lightly drawn a bloody line across his neck. The man in black lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaping three steps away, and the swordsman's head slid off, blood gushing forth.
"Perhaps the person who sent you didn't tell you who I really am." The man in black returned to the carriage, picking up the wine cup he had just set down. "Perhaps you're now willing to drink this last cup of wine?"
"Who are you?!" The swordsmen retreated in surprise and doubt.
"You are not worthy to know." With a flick of his sleeve, the man in black sent a small red-tailed arrow piercing the forehead of a swordsman.
The world was so quiet that it seemed only the soft sound of falling snow could be heard. Thirteen swordsmen remained standing, but none dared to speak; the black-clad man's strength far surpassed theirs.
The man in black smiled and gently tugged at the reins: "Giddy up!"
The carriage carried him leisurely through the snow among the thirteen swordsmen, and no one dared to try to stop him.
The black-clad man, who had been smiling and drinking, finally put down his cup with a serious expression: "What kind of goods did my junior brother entrust me to transport this time? It has attracted so many people along the way."
After the man finished speaking, he looked towards the distant horizon.
What's terrifying is that the sky, which should have been azure, inexplicably turned into a deep and terrifying black hole, as if a mirror had been shattered!
Within the black hole, gray mist continuously spread out.
Upon closer inspection, one can vaguely discern something extremely terrifying within the gray fog.
"What a chaotic world!"
Mo Xiaohei sighed deeply, withdrew his gaze, forcefully flicked the reins, and rode his horse eastward.
Chapter 78 The Strange Coffin! The Dark River Beyond the Heavens!
It was already late at night, and the snow outside was falling heavier and heavier. Mo Xiaohei drove the carriage into a dilapidated temple, lit a fire, and prepared to rest for a while.
Just then, a horse neighed suddenly came from the doorway.
Mo Xiaohei immediately waved his hands to extinguish the fire, then leaped up and sat on the crossbeam.
"This snow is too heavy! How long will it take before it stops?" A person complained loudly as he rushed into the temple and plopped down. Judging from the voice, he seemed to be a somewhat immature boy.
"Hmph, if my horse weren't such a fine steed, we would have been buried in the snow long ago." Another person slowly followed in, his voice also languid, but he seemed a few years older.
"Hey, hey, hey, how long have you been talking? Are you a horse seller?" the boy said impatiently.
"Let's start a fire first." The other person ignored him.
"It doesn't seem cold inside the temple." The boy's voice held a hint of confusion. "It seems..."
"Did someone just burn something?" The other man bent down, gently touched the ashes on the ground, and glanced at the boy. "It's hot."
Mo Xiaohei, who had been lying on the beam with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. He rolled over gently and fell vertically without making a sound, the blade between his fingers held in his hand, heading straight for the person.
"Great! This makes things much easier!" The boy exclaimed with delight. "I was worried that the grass would be too wet to light."
Mo Xiaohei was taken aback, thinking: Could they just be two ordinary travelers? He hurriedly threw a thin thread from his sleeve, wrapped it around the crossbeam, and pulled himself back.
The two men below had already started a fire and were sitting on the side, warming their hands.
Looking through the firelight of "August 27th," Mo Xiaohei saw one of the men dressed in only a thin red robe, with a handsome face, while the other was wearing a thick fox fur coat, huddled inside, leaning lazily against a pillar.
“Lei Wujie, you said you would take me to Snow Moon City, but we’ve already gone the wrong way twice. Are you sure this time we’re on the right track?” These two were naturally Xiao Se and Lei Wujie, who had set off from Snowfall Manor. They had been on their way for more than ten days, but due to the heavy snow, they had been lingering in the same spot for a long time.
Lei Wujie smiled helplessly: "Actually, this is also my first time going to Snowmoon City, but I swear, this time it will definitely be the right decision."
Upon hearing the words "Snow Moon City," Mo Xiaohei's heart stirred, and he looked at Lei Wujie.
His surname is Lei? Could he be from the Lei family of the Thunderbolt Hall in Jiangnan? But I've never heard anyone mention the name Lei Wujie.
Xiao Se glanced at Lei Wujie and sneered, then ignored him and closed his eyes.
“Desolate…” Lei Wujie suddenly frowned and sniffed the air hard. “Can you smell something?”
"The smell?" Xiao Se opened his eyes and sniffed. "It's the scent of flowers, the scent of roses."
Lei Wujie stood up and looked out the door: "Do roses bloom on snowy days?"
"No, it's the scent of rose dew. Rose dew comes from the Arab world, Champa, Java, and Hui countries. It can only be bought at the Hundred Flowers Pavilion in the capital..."
Xiao Se did not stand up, but turned his head to look at the door, where a woman was already standing.
A very, very beautiful woman. She wore a light purple blouse, the wind gently blowing through it, and the silvery moonlight shining on her made her appear as white and radiant as jade. She smiled slightly at the person inside the door, and the faint fragrance of roses seemed to become even more gentle with her smile.
Her voice was incredibly gentle: "I never expected to meet someone who can appreciate elegance in this desolate place. I begged the Hundred Flowers Pavilion Master for many days before she sold me this bottle, yet you recognized its fragrance immediately."
Xiao Se smiled and replied, "It's windy and the moon is cold. We've made a fire inside, so it's very warm. Would you like to come in and sit down?"
"No need," the woman said with a gentle smile, reaching out to smooth her hair.
“You are beautiful, and when the wind blows through your hair, you are even more beautiful.” Xiao Se turned to look at Lei Wujie, “But my little brother here only has a dream of being a hero. He probably doesn’t understand the heart of a beauty.”
Lei Wujie now held a gold note in his hand, which had been thrown from the woman's hand as she smoothed her hair with incredible speed, startling even Lei Wujie. He picked up the note and saw that it was square and contained only one character.
dead.
Lei Wujie recalled a legend. Although this was his first time venturing into the martial world, he had loved listening to various legends about the martial world since he was a child. For example, there was a saying circulating in the martial world.
"The Moon Princess smiled as she delivered the invitation, but the Underworld Lord was enraged and killed her."
This is the assassin of the Dark River.
Dark River was once said to be the world's number one assassin organization, and it still is now, but more than 20 years ago, Dark River was still a purely assassin organization.
Now, the Dark River actually represents the Outer Heaven Demon Sect.
Lei Wujie suddenly looked up at the courtyard and saw a burly figure standing on the temple wall not far away, holding an unusually large blade in his hand, coldly staring in their direction.
“That’s right, that’s right,” Lei Wujie murmured.
Xiao Se frowned: "What's right?"
"Yue Ji smiled as she delivered the invitation, and Ming Hou angrily killed someone—it matches up! They are Yue Ji and Ming Hou, the top five assassin duo on the Jianghu assassin list!" Lei Wujie exclaimed in surprise.
Xiao Se looked puzzled: "Then tell me, since they sent us invitations, that means..."
"They want to kill us!" Lei Wujie nodded, showing no sign of nervousness, but rather some excitement.
"But why did he kill us?" Xiao Se looked at Yue Ji at the door. She was still smiling and looking this way, without refuting him.
"I don't know." Lei Wujie shook his head.
Tsukihime shook her head and finally spoke: "Actually, the invitation was meant for another friend inside, but our rule is that anyone who accepts the invitation must die. So, tonight, please leave your lives here as well."
"I accepted your invitation, but I did not die." A deep voice rang out, and Lei Wujie saw a dark figure descend from the sky, landing steadily in front of him and blocking him and Yue Ji.
“And who is this brother…” Lei Wujie stepped forward.
"Mo Xiaohei," Yue Ji smiled gently again, "so that's why we've come here again to kill you, haven't we?"
Standing atop the temple wall, the Marquis of the Underworld hoisted the giant blade in his hand onto his shoulder.
"Mo Xiaohei?!" Lei Wujie exclaimed in surprise, "You are Mo Chen, one of the Eight Young Masters of Beili! Then you are my... Martial Uncle! I am Lei Wujie, from the Lei family of the Thunderbolt Hall in Jiangnan, and I am on my way to Snow Moon City..."
"Watch out!" Mo Xiaohei shouted angrily, shoving Lei Wujie aside. Silver light flashed in his hand, and his fingertip blade steadily blocked the giant blade that was rushing towards him from ten steps away.
Yueji chuckled: "The Marquis of the Underworld is naturally quiet, so he hates talkative people the most."
"What a huge blade!" Although it looked like an unusual giant blade from afar, Xiao Se was still surprised when he saw it up close. It was more than just a blade; it looked like a door panel. It would be difficult for three or four ordinary people to lift it, but Ming Hou could wield it with one hand and wield it with ease.
In contrast, Mo Xiaohei's weapon was surprisingly small, even smaller than a regular dagger. It was almost invisible unless you looked closely, and under the moonlight, it seemed to be just a beam of light flowing in Mo Xiaohei's hand.
However, despite the small size of the weapons, after a brief clash, Mo Xiaohei actually gained the upper hand.
“You’re injured.” Minghou stepped back. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it were being forced out from his throat.
"So what? I can still kill you." Mo Xiaohei wiped the blood from his mouth.
"I'll take it!" Lei Wujie stepped forward and stood in front of Mo Xiaohei: "My senior uncle took a blow for me, so I'll take a blow for him too!"
"Oh? Then try my sword first." Tsukihime gently pulled at her waist, and the silver belt flicked, transforming into the shape of a sword that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
"A binding sword?" Xiao Se exclaimed, "Your weapons are a perfect match."
"The Binding Sword and the Golden Giant Saber—not many people get to see these two weapons in one night. Young brother, watch closely!" Yue Ji leaped up, her long robe fluttering. In a flash of purple light, Yue Ji's sword had already pierced Lei Wujie's chest.
"Well done." Lei Wujie laughed, clenching his fists and clamping Yue Ji's sword between them.
Yue Ji bent down and kicked Lei Wujie in the chest. Lei Wujie hurriedly dropped his sword and retreated. Yue Ji's toe flashed with silver light, concealing an extremely thin serration, which sliced across Lei Wujie's chest.