radicalducati Chapter 116 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
Chapter 116 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
A clear, youthful voice, yet tinged with melancholy, came from the smoke and dust.
"General, your forceful buying and selling is rather...uncouth."
The black swan turned around in surprise.
There stood a young man at the broken gate.
He looks very thin.
It could even be described as "thin".
He was wearing a long gown that was no longer in fashion and had a distinctly ancient fairy boat style.
Although the long gown was somewhat worn, it was washed until it was almost white, exuding a scholar's pedantic air and unyielding pride.
His face was very white, as if he had never seen the sun.
His eyebrows were thick and connected in a line, like a mountain range drawn with the thickest ink.
But in those slender eyes...
But two flames were burning within them.
Two ghostly green orbs, flickering like will-o'-the-wisps... the souls of poetry.
The young man ignored the writhing flesh and blood walls around him, ignored Jing Yuan who had turned into a monster, and even ignored the entire hellish scene.
He stepped over the broken bones on the ground with a leisurely pace, as if he were walking in his own backyard.
"You're going to patrol?"
The young man walked along while reaching into his coat.
His movements were so slow that Jing Yuan, who was about to devour someone, had to stop and turn to look at him.
"Perfect."
"I have some stock here."
He pulled something out.
That was not a glittering golden patrol car.
Instead, it's a...
It looks like paper money, or perhaps a round coin with a square hole made of some kind of thin metal sheet.
Instead of an image of the Emperor Bow Master, it was engraved with some strange and distorted characters.
"Money from ghosts and gods can also communicate with them."
The young man chuckled softly.
A flick of the wrist.
slam-la-
He tossed the handful of coins into the air.
They did not land.
Instead, it burst into flames the moment it came into contact with air.
The eerie green flames danced on the coins, emitting a mournful howling sound.
The coins transformed into streaks of green light, like a shower of flowers, and fell precisely into the pelvis filled with "Brain God Brew".
sizzle-
It's like pouring cold water into hot oil.
The brain-boiling spirit, which was still boiling, let out a shrill scream the moment it came into contact with the burning coins.
Yes, the liquid screamed in agony.
Followed by.
The liquid evaporated and dried up quickly, eventually turning into a pile of black ash.
And Jingyuan, who has now turned into a monster.
The moment I saw these coins.
It was as if they had spotted some kind of natural enemy.
His enormous mouth, made of granulation tissue, snapped shut, and the skin and flesh on his face quickly returned to their original positions.
He took a step back.
For the first time, a hint of... apprehension appeared in those golden eyes.
"This is......"
Jingyuan's voice became somewhat hesitant.
"This is... money to buy your life."
The young man took over the conversation.
He has reached the black swan.
Without even glancing at the black swan, he extended a long, slender, and icy hand and gently grasped the black swan's wrist.
"The tea fee has been paid."
"I'm taking the person with me."
He turned his head and gave Jing Yuan, who was frozen in place, a provocative smile.
"If the general feels it's not enough..."
"You can come find me at 'Short Days'."
"I am ready to accompany you at any time."
Done.
He suddenly pulled the black swan.
"Walk!"
Black Swan felt a tremendous force come over her, and she was dragged along by the thin young man, rushing towards the gate.
The wind whistled in my ears.
Behind them came Jing Yuan's furious roar, and the rumbling sound of the entire Shence Mansion beginning to collapse.
But the young man did not turn around.
He pulled the black swan along, running wildly through this city built of flesh and blood.
They trod across the slippery, tongue-like ground, through the alleyways made of blood vessels, and avoided the screaming, lumpy starships.
That young man was incredibly fast.
Moreover, he seemed to know the terrain here like the back of his hand.
Whenever a flesh puppet tries to intercept him, he only needs to chant softly.
"cut."
With his voice, a mournful moonlight would appear out of thin air, transforming into a sharp scimitar that instantly cleaved the monsters blocking its path in two.
The black swan was being pulled along by him, looking at this not-so-broad-skinned but incredibly reliable figure at this moment.
The shock in my heart was beyond measure.
Who is this person?
When did such a person appear in the memories of the star?
This power, this style, was completely unlike any of the other travelers on the path of destiny she knew.
That's a kind of...
Pure, madness belonging to the "literati," a power that transforms words into strength.
I don't know how long I ran.
The surrounding fleshy structures gradually thinned out, and the nauseating stench also faded considerably.
They arrived at a relatively open high platform.
This seems to be a viewing platform that was originally part of Star Chariot Sea. Although the railings have turned into skeletons, at least you can see the red sky in the distance, and... that incomplete blood moon hanging in the sky.
The young man finally stopped.
He released Black Swan's hand, turned around, and gasped for breath.
Her already pale face became even whiter, like paper.
Clearly, the actions he just took had taken a toll on him.
"Are you alright?"
He looked up at the black swan.
The flames in those eerie green eyes had died out, leaving only a deep, unfathomable stillness.
Black Swan tidied her wind-blown hair and calmed her wildly beating heart.
She looked at the strange young man in front of her.
"Who are you?"
She asked the question that had been nagging at her.
"You are not a projection of memories."
"You...have self-awareness."
The young man smiled.
He straightened his slightly disheveled long robe collar and bowed slightly to the black swan.
The movements were precise and full of ancient charm.
"I am neither a projection nor a powerful being."
"It's nothing more than a lonely soul residing in this girl's (referring to Hoshino) mind."
He raised his head and looked at the blood moon.
The sound became somewhat distant, carrying a sense of vicissitude and loneliness that had spanned a thousand years.
My surname is Li.
"Naga".
His courtesy name was Changji.
He paused, then his gaze returned to the black swan.
"When I have nothing to do on weekdays, I write poems in my mind and look at ghosts."
"Seeing the young lady in distress today reminded me of my own past lament, 'Even Heaven would grow old if it had feelings,' so I offered my help."
"girl......"
No need for thanks.
The wind from the high platform carried a musty, rusty smell, causing the black swan's purple veil to flutter wildly.
The memory-keeper of the Flowing Light Memory Court straightened her skirt, which had been ruffled by the wind. Her eyes, which always held a smile and a hint of calculation, were now fixed on the young man in front of her.
Li He.
His courtesy name was Changji.
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