Chapter 1516: Bloody Time (I don’t want to move after the snow falls)


    The setting sun is like blood, and the blood is not the setting sun.


    When a person is extremely sad, he will be afraid. When he reaches the extreme, he will be angry. When he reaches the extreme, he will become a kind of power.


    The power of hatred cannot even eliminate this hatred.


    But this is not the case.


    If Duanmu Huai knew this, he would say that it was just because not enough deaths were dead.


    Just like now.


    The blood-red setting sun shone brightly on the martial arts performance field.


    But this is not sunshine, but blood.


    Sticky, disgusting, turbid blood.


    And the corpse.


    The corpse that was fighting for everything.


    Duanmu Huai stood there quietly, his body was covered in blood, but none of them belonged to him. His feet were covered with corpses, but they had nothing to do with him.


    Because they are all dead.


    They are crazy.


    Only madmen are not afraid of death. They used up everything. They even climbed onto Duanmuhuai, hugged his arm, grabbed his legs, used their teeth, nails, and used their bodies to hinder him, stop him, and kill him.


    However, these are meaningless to Duanmuhuai.


    He is like a activated Terminator robot. All he has to do is get up, punch, raise his foot, and step on it.


    Then repeat the process until the last moving piece of meat in this square stops. No one can stop him. Swords and swords cannot do, fists and feet cannot do, nothing can do, and Xiao Li can''t do it.


    Then Duanmuhuai also stopped, as if it was a machine that had finally lost its power.


    If this continues, perhaps this will become the most heart-wrenching legend in the martial arts world, no doubt about it.


    But unfortunately, there is no if.


    Duanmuhuai moved his neck, stretched his waist, and looked at the time.


    "Three hours a month and five days a month, when will the revenge be repaid? That''s all."


    However, maybe it will take a few more minutes to delay.


    Duanmuhuai raised his legs forward, he trampled on the body, walked through the square, and then came to the hall.


    There, a woman stood.


    A woman without clothes.


    A beautiful woman.


    "Are you Lin Xian''er?"


    Duanmuhuai looked at her, and she looked at him too.


    The number one beauty in the Western Wu world, at least that''s what everyone calls her, and she has also said that as long as anyone can kill Duanmuhuai, she will marry her.


    She also said the same thing when the plum blossoms stole.


    She looked at him with a smile. She would smile when she was afraid because she knew no man could reject her smile, even the one who wanted to kill her was no exception. Her eyes, her hands, and her body speak in every place, and even if she just stands there, the man knows what she wants to say.


    She didn''t say anything because she knew that she didn''t need to say anything now. She didn''t have to worry about anything and just stood in front of Duanmu Huai. She has never been shy or timid because she has confidence in herself and no man can refuse her.


    Especially when she stood in front of him.


    She saw Duanmu Huai looking at her, which made her smile brighter, but gradually, her smile began to become stiffer, because what she saw in Duanmu Huai''s eyes was not the passion and flames she was familiar with, nor the coldness and ignorance.


    But... doubt.


    Confuse?


    Yes, doubt.


    Then, she heard Duanmuhuai speak.


    "The number one beauty in the Western Wushu world, that''s it?"


    Duanmu Huai was really surprised and confused. He had read the novel and knew that Lin Xian''er was the number one beauty in the martial arts world. But the book does not describe her appearance, but only says that she is beautiful and no man can reject her. Even those heroes who ranked first in the weapon list, who seemed indifferent to women, knelt down under her pomegranate skirt, willing to give everything for her. Just to win her every frown and smile, she became her guest in the curtain. Even the person who went to kill her would kneel in front of her and become her slave after seeing her.


    But the novel is just a text in the final analysis, not a light novel with illustrations.


    So Duanmu Huai has always been very curious about how beautiful Lin Xian''er is to be able to fascinate so many heroes.


    And after seeing Lin Xian''er, his first impression was... Haven''t even men in the Western Wulin met women?


    Even though the other party stood naked in front of him, Duanmu Huai was still surprised.


    Lin Xian''er is indeed a beauty, and this is true.


    But if you want to talk about the number one beauty and the heroes who can be fascinated are willing to die for her, Duanmu Huai feels a little unimaginable.


    Or maybe it’s just because of the differences in the times?


    Duanmu Huai thought about it and felt that this possibility was higher. After all, in the Internet era, there are no beauties, whether they are plastic surgery or not, people wearing clothes or not, domestic or foreign. Everyone has seen it a lot since childhood, and when they get used to it, they naturally have become resistant.


    But in this era, even the heroes who fly and escape from the sky can only contact a small part of the area. They may be able to see the beauties here, but it does not mean that they can see all the beauties.


    Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai felt a little bored. He originally wanted to talk about the martial arts world, but his only entertainment now was to see those beauties.


    But when he saw Lin Xian''er, who was fascinated by the top ten masters in the weapon list, was just a medium-level beauty, he no longer had any expectations for other legendary martial arts beauties.


    It is probably just like Lin Xian''er, all of which are exaggerated or the subjective feelings of a frog in the well.


    Even Lin Xian''er is like this, so probably the beauties in other martial arts worlds are...ah...


    Duanmu Huai sighed silently and turned around to leave.


    However, his actions ignited Lin Xian''er''s anger!


    She looked at him turning around in disbelief, completely ignoring herself, as if she was treating an irrelevant thing.


    She also heard the words that Duanmu Huai muttered.


    That''s it?


    Rumor, if you want to anger a man, these two words are enough.


    In fact, it is the same for women.    "you………!"


    Lin Xian''er finally couldn''t help it. She stretched out her hand to grab Duanmuhuai, wanting to let him know that she was not a false reputation.


    However, Duanmu Huai didn''t care at all. He didn''t even look back, but just slapped him.


    “Bang!”


    Lin Xian''er stopped where she turned her head around her neck for five times before stopping. Her body was in front and behind, and her expression was full of surprise and anger.


    Are you surprised that someone dares to slap himself in the face?


    Or is it angry that someone doesn’t take her seriously?


    But it doesn''t matter, because now, she has become a corpse.


    When Duanmuhuai walked out of the hall, the last ray of sunset had disappeared under the horizon.


    The martial arts performance venue is still full of red and blood.


    Duanmuhuai walked through the martial arts field again on his body and came to the gate. There were two more people here at this moment.


    A gray-haired old man was smoking a dry tobacco. The pipe lit up and flashed in the darkness of the sky.


    A girl with braids covered her face with her hands. I don’t know if she dared not look at the body or Duanmuhuai.


    Duanmuhuai stopped and glanced at them.


    "Send to death? Or collect the body?"


    “None are not.”


    The old man shook his head.


    "Just come and have a look."


    "oh."


    Duanmuhuai didn''t say much and walked straight forward. He walked past his grandfather and grandson, intending to go down the mountain - there are no living people here except them.


    "What do you think?"


    Just as Duanmuhuai was about to walk down the stairs, the old man spoke again.


    "So many people have died, what do you think?"


    “…………”


    Hearing the old man’s inquiry, Duanmu Huai thought for a moment.


    "I''m just wondering, how could Lin Xian''er be fascinated by so many people?"


    “Hahaha…”


    The old man chuckled and did not answer, and Duanmu Huai did not expect to get an answer. He shrugged and walked straight down the steps.


    The huge body disappeared into the dark night, blending with the shadow, without distinction between them.


    Twenty-three hundred and forty-five people.


    This is the last number of corpses left on the martial arts field.


    The Shaolin monks died, and none of them were spared. Master Xinhu''s body was found at the bottom of the body. He closed his eyes tightly and his face was calm.


    Shangguan Jinhong was dead, and the men he brought were also dead. People found his body on the walls of the martial arts field, and his whole body was inlaid in the thick stone walls, and people couldn''t even get him out of it. His expression before his death was so surprised, confused, surprised, as if he didn''t believe that he would die.


    Long Xiaoyun died, dead in the corner, silently, he was smashed to death. When people discovered him, he was facing away from the martial arts venue, as if he wanted to escape. But the giant Buddha several meters high in the martial arts field hit him, leaving only half of his body behind.


    Lin Shiyin was dead, and her hands were still spreading forward before her death. The originally beautiful face was hideous and resentful, and her hands were like sharp claws, trying to grab something tightly. But she didn''t catch anything, she just mingled among the crowd and became a corpse.


    Li Xunhuan was also dead. He died beside Lin Shiyin. The flying knife in his hand disappeared without a trace, his eyes were closed, and he was suffering and peaceful.


    In addition, many people died, some were beaten to their heads, some were split into two pieces, some were torn apart in the waist, and some were smashed into meat sauce.


    There are men, women, old and young.


    But they were all dead.


    No one came to collect the corpse, because the person who could collect the corpse for them was also dead.


    Therefore, the government had to send people to collect the bodies because there were too many people who died and the death was too miserable. The entire body covered the Shaolin Temple martial arts performance venue, and seemed to have turned into thick meat mats. The yamen runners who went to collect the corpse vomited, and many people were even in a daze, and after that, some people went crazy.


    The once extremely lively Xi Shaolin Temple became a dead place after that, no one went there, and no one dared to go there. It is said that the man is not a human being. He dares to kill people in front of the Buddha statue, or even use the Buddha statue to kill people. There seems to be nothing in this world that he dares not do, nor anyone he cannot kill.


    “……So, after that, he left Xiwulin.”


    Mr. Sun knocked on the cigarette pole and took a sip of cigarette.


    "Grandpa, where did he go?"


    "He said he wanted to go around, but no one dared to cause trouble for him now..."


    Mr. Sun smiled bitterly.


    "Of course, no matter who it is, after knowing that he killed more than 10,000 tourists with bare hands, he will be far away from him and do not want to provoke him."


    "But, maybe someone will try to use him."


    The girl with braided eyes shiny.


    "He is famous now, and all major Wuzhous know his new name... If you don''t die, someone may try to use him to achieve his goals."


    “If it were a truly smart person, he wouldn’t have done that.”


    Mr. Sun shook his head.


    "Anyone who uses him will die. Unless they hide forever and will not appear again. But... they will never tolerate this ending."


    Hide forever and never appear again, this is actually not much different from death.


    "He is like a mountain. As long as you bypass him, there will be nothing. But if you insist on touching him, you will only be bleeding."


    "But, isn''t there a legend about Yugong moving mountains?"


    “It’s true.”


    Mr. Sun smiled when he heard his granddaughter''s inquiry.


    "Then the question is... How many descendants did Yugong sacrifice in the end to dig up that mountain?"