chsdbacks Chapter 29 In my game, I decide the direction.
Chapter 29 In my game, I decide the direction.
Zhuge Yan looked at him without getting angry.
He simply placed one foot on the ground, and the next second, the Qimen Dunjia formation unfolded, and the central palace was silently set in place.
"Um?"
Gu Yan was slightly taken aback; his keen intuition told him that something around him seemed to have changed.
No matter how carefully he observed, he could not detect anything unusual.
Unless one is a sorcerer who has systematically studied the Qimen Manifestation Techniques, ordinary people cannot see the specific Qimen formations using the methods of the Wuhou School; they can only make a general judgment based on intuition.
However, Gu Yan did not let her guard down. The methods of the supernatural are varied and unpredictable. Even if the other party is just a child, she should never be careless, knowing that the other party is of the same kind.
This is the biggest reason why he has survived to this day.
Thinking of this, the frivolous smile in Gu Yan's eyes finally faded a bit.
It wasn't fear, it was an accident.
"They actually dare to make a move?"
He flicked the money pouch at his waist behind him.
"Okay, I'll play with you."
But the moment he finished speaking, the nonchalant smile on Gu Yan's lips, which hadn't fully unfolded, suddenly froze.
He lowered his head and looked at the jingling money pouches at his waist.
Suddenly, a black hole silently appeared beneath the faded blue cloth bag at the very bottom.
Immediately afterwards, the cloth bag, along with the seven or eight money pouches hanging above it, disappeared from his waist at the same instant.
Gu Yan's hand instinctively reached for her waist, only to find nothing.
He looked up and saw that the blue cloth bag had landed steadily in the hands of the young man opposite him.
Zhuge Yan held the cloth bag in one hand, his five fingers clenched, and put the bag back into his bosom. His movements were unhurried, as if he were taking in a piece of dried clothing in his own yard.
"Eight-door transport".
Zhuge Yan's tone was very flat.
"Your things are your destiny, my things are my place, and in my system, I decide the location."
Upon hearing this, the frivolous smile on Gu Yan's face vanished completely.
"You're a warlock?!"
The roguish, rising tone in his voice was gone, replaced by a low, cold tone tinged with apprehension.
"You're from the Wuhou Sect? No wonder you were able to track me all the way from town to here!"
Zhuge Yan did not look at him.
He pressed his fingers against the cloth bag in his arms through his clothes to make sure it was securely against his heart, then turned around, lifted his foot, and prepared to leave.
He didn't want to waste his time on this kind of person.
The cloth bag has been retrieved. As for the thief, he's just a petty thief who makes a living by his agility; he's not worth killing.
After all, no matter how chaotic the world is, there's no need to kill someone over a wallet.
But just as he turned around, a sharp whooshing sound came from behind him. It wasn't a hidden weapon, nor was it a fist or a foot.
Zhuge Yan did not turn around, but the Qimen formation beneath his feet had already "seen" it for him.
A very thin gray shadow shot out from Gu Yan's sleeve, so fast that it almost caught up with the sound, and went straight for the back of his neck.
In the perception of the Qimen Dunjia, the gray shadow was a thick mass of darkness, carrying a cold, inhuman aura.
Zhuge Yan turned slightly to the side, shifting his body half an inch to the right.
The gray shadow grazed past his left ear and embedded itself deeply into the trunk of an old pine tree in front of him.
It was a gray bone needle, not metal, not wood, but real bone!
The bone tip was ground to an extremely fine and sharp point, and some kind of dark red pattern remained on the surface, like dried blood.
Zhuge Yan stopped in his tracks, turned to the side, and frowned as he looked at Gu Yan.
Gu Yan stood still, her right hand still in the posture of flicking out bone needles, her five fingers slightly spread, and three more identical gray-white needle shadows slid out from between her fingers.
A smile returned to his face, but this time it wasn't the frivolous, roguish grin from before; it was a more dangerous smile, like a viper finally baring its fangs.
Did I say you could leave?
Gu Yan tilted her head and licked her upper lip with her tongue.
"You think you can just take my things and leave? Are all the brats from the Wuhou Sect this rude?"
Zhuge Yan remained silent.
He stared at the three bone needles between Gu Yan's fingers, his mind racing as he rapidly deduced the man's abilities.
The residual aura on the bone needles wasn't from the blood of a living person, but from resentment.
Extremely faint, yet extremely pure, as if it were directly peeled off from someone who suffered immense pain before death.
This is not an ordinary hidden weapon technique; it is some kind of evil magic that uses living souls or corpses as materials.
Ordinary thieves wouldn't have something like this!
"The resentment in your bone needles..."
Zhuge Yan spoke.
"Was it specially refined?"
Gu Yan blinked, a hint of surprise in her expression.
"Oh, you even recognize resentment? The sorcerers of the Wuhou School are indeed different from us roughnecks who only know how to wield swords and spears."
He fiddled with the bone needle between his fingers, his tone flippant as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner.
"Then guess where this resentment comes from?"
Zhuge Yan did not guess.
In just a breath or two, he had already calculated everything with his fingers.
The bone needles are made of human finger bones, specifically the third joint, and belong to different people. Each one was once pulled from its original owner's hand while still alive.
The resentment in the bone needles is so strong because the original owners were still alive when their bones were pulled out!
"The person you killed was not an alien."
Zhuge Yan's voice turned colder.
"He's an ordinary person."
Gu Yan's smile paused for a moment.
It wasn't that I felt guilty because I was right; on the contrary, I was even happier after being right.
He spread his hands and made an exaggerated shrug.
"What's wrong with ordinary people? Ordinary people still have bones, and ordinary people still have resentment."
When he said this, there was no remorse in his tone; instead, it carried a sense of nonchalance and lightness.
"By the way, my name is Gu Yan. Quanxing, Gu Yan."
Completeness.
When those two words came out of Gu Yan's mouth, his tone changed.
It was no longer that roguish upward smirk, but a pride that emanated from the very core of his being.
It's not about being proud of one's abilities, but about being proud of one's identity.
Zhuge Yan withdrew the foot he had stepped out with.
He turned around and faced Gu Yan again.
If it's just an ordinary thief, then we can let them go.
In chaotic times, every family has its own troubles. Even the head chef of the Wuhou School's kitchen shakes his head and sighs when talking about the famine in the area below the mountain.
Stealing because of poverty and taking pleasure in killing once you enter Quanxing are two different things.
"The Demon of the Whole Sect".
Zhuge Yan's voice was flat, but a hint of murderous intent had silently risen in his eyes.
"That's different..."
"Kid, you're out of luck. Those old bastards from your Wuhou Sect killed several of my brothers."
Although I can't do anything to him, killing a few of his juniors and followers is enough to make it worthwhile!
"Your name is Gu Yan, right?"
"good."
"I just performed a divination for you. The original hexagram is 'Ze Feng Da Guo' (Great Exceeding), but the changing hexagram is 'Hui Tou Ke' (Returning Against).
This divination is extremely inauspicious, indicating a great and unforeseen disaster. Furthermore, the Worldly Branch is being firmly suppressed by the White Tiger holding a knife, a sign of great misfortune upon misfortune.