Journey to the End of the Night
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70: Chapter 70: Blood-soaked, return as it was (Extra, please recommend) 70: Chapter 70: Blood-soaked, return as it was (Extra, please recommend) Blood still wet on the sword tip did not slid off yet, Wen Yu’s sword was already pointing towards Baili An.

Without rush, Baili An shoved Wen Zhendong’s head violently, meeting the tip of the sword with her throat.

Wen Yu’s eyebrows twitched wildly.

His eyes met the terrified, wide open eyes of Wen Zhendong opposite him.

Even with a heart as hard as iron, he did not relent, but with her in the front intercepting the force, this strike probably wouldn’t claim that kid’s life.

The sword tip barely paused, as Wen Yu’s eyes widened fiercely and he said, “What on earth do you think you’re doing, kid?”

Yet his heart was still panicked, secretly wondering what trick this kid had used to deceive those two’s eyes and successfully infiltrate the Mountain Realm!

Baili An dared not reveal his corpse demon identity to his enemies.

The crimson light in his eyes had long since faded, and the pupils were as clear as ever.

He leaned close to Wen Zhendong’s ear and whispered softly, “I would advise both of you not to act rashly, especially you, Miss Wen.

The sword in my hand is quite sharp.

A slight mishap…

and your fate might become the same as Lin Guiyuan’s.”

Baili An’s voice carried the unique warmth and purity of youth.

But every word that fell into Wen Zhendong’s ears was like venomous centipedes crawling into her ears, frightening her into quivering uncontrollably and nearly out of her soul.

Lin Yuan’s head, which had been hanging low, slowly lifted.

The dim blue of his eyes shifted slightly.

Seeing the scene of Baili An holding the hostage, his dry lips moved, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

Baili An glanced down at the piece of Golden Crow Vine tightly held in Wen Zhendong’s hand and spoke again, “Miss Wen, you dirtied something of Lin Guiyuan’s.

Would you mind giving that to me?”

Wen Zhendong trembled all over, instinctively gripping the Golden Crow Vine tighter, her eyes defiant.

Baili An’s expression was unchanged, void of sorrow or joy, only the sword tip in his hand moved closer, slicing deeper into her skin and mercilessly cutting through a blood vessel in her throat.

The rupture of the vessel made the blood flow even more urgently.

“Wu…

wu…

wu wu!!!” At the brink of death and extreme fear, Wen Zhendong no longer cared about those external objects and hurriedly raised her drooping arm, prepared to hand over the Golden Crow Vine to him.

“Don’t give it to him!” Wen Yu exploded, his gaze dark and dangerous as he looked at Wen Zhendong and with an extending hand said sternly, “That’s mine, give it to me!”

He had seen firsthand the value and power of this Golden Crow Vine; how could he possibly willingly hand it over to an outsider?

To him, the life of Wen Zhendong was even less important than half of that Golden Crow Vine.

Wen Zhendong shook all over, her eyes wide in disbelief as she looked at her master, the only man in her life, realizing how shallow and untrustworthy he was!

Baili An looked down at her half-raised hand, that Golden Crow Vine no longer radiating spiritual power, as if with its master’s death, it had sealed itself in dust.

His lips curved slightly, with a bitter, mocking smile, “In this world, the person who truly cared for you and protected you was killed by your own hands.

Your illicit feelings for your master cannot even trade for an external object.

Miss Wen, let me ask you, is it really worth it?”

Wen Zhendong’s gaze turned hopeless and mournful, and she stood frozen, not handing the Golden Crow Vine to Wen Yu.

Baili An let go of the hand covering her mouth, and under Wen Yu’s almost cannibalistic gaze, he nonchalantly took the trembling Golden Crow Vine from her hands.

Continuing, he said, “Have you ever truly turned back to look at Lin Guiyuan’s house, the carefully nurtured potted plant outside the door…

It was your gift to him.

Whether it was you or the flower, he treasured it all.

He was stronger than your master, yet only you could kill him when he was utterly defenseless.”

Wen Zhendong couldn’t stop trembling, the fear in her eyes already replaced by an unidentified complex emotion, all color draining from her face.

Even though a sword was still poised at her neck, after listening to Baili An’s words, she bizarrely wanted to turn back and look at that wooden house she had never cared about before.

Was there really a potted plant outside that door?

Sadly, Baili An didn’t give her the chance.

The Autumnwater Sword in his hand slightly loosened, severing her life force.

Blood sprayed fiercely in front of Baili An.

Life extinguished, but the sword tip did not stop.

He held Wen Zhendong’s chin with one hand, his movements slow and meticulous, bloody yet showing a hint of cruel elegance.

Under Wen Yu’s trembling, furious eyes…

He severed her head from her body.

The woman’s lifeless body slid down against his body, trailing a conspicuous streak of fresh red blood along his gray, tattered robe.

Warm and crimson, yet it could not stir any bloodlust in Baili An.

Such a completely rotten woman inside out—her blood was dirty.

His clear eyes showed no ripples, this probably being the first time Baili An had killed someone since his rebirth.

Taking a slight step back, his pale and handsome cheeks still stained with specks of fresh blood, he casually tossed Wen Zhendong’s head with his left hand, like discarding an unsightly piece of trash, which rolled to the stiff and immobile Wen Yu’s feet.

He said, “As a return of the favor from days past.”

His words ended, and copying Lin Guiyuan’s earlier action, he clipped the Golden Crow Vine in his hair, casually sweeping his hair up, and with a flick of the Autumnwater Sword, it regained its gleaming brightness.

Wen Yu shook in rage, Wen Zhendong had been his longest-following disciple.

He originally thought the kid was holding her hostage to bargain, never would he have expected such a docile-looking person, who seemed gentle like a small rabbit, to act so mercilessly!

“You…

you should die!” Wen Yu’s eyes were ablaze with raging fire, his hand waved, and denomination disciples immediately surrounded them in a hustle.

Baili An never intended to negotiate with Wen Yu, for he had long seen through Wen Yu’s heartless character.

Even with Wen Zhendong in his grasp, he never felt that Wen Yu would be constrained because of her.

He aimed for Wen Zhendong right away mostly to avenge the foolish Lin Guiyuan.

Corpses roamed the sea of monsters around them, the wilderness winds mourned.

Baili An stood with his sword, his gaze scornfully sweeping over the crowd, and he spoke softly yet slowly, “At this point, I no longer need to ask you for explanations, since all of you have hearts and lungs of wolves, and even with hands drenched in blood, you manage to wash yourselves clean with a thousand excuses.

Next…

let’s let the sword do the talking.”

Because the sound of these people’s voices disgusted him.

A group of demons in human skin, worse than beasts!

Among the crowd, a youth sneered disdainfully, “Si Chen, you’re truly too naive.

Your trump card, the Yin Tiger Talisman, was already used as a deceptive ploy.

Even though you’ve drawn away the two strongest here, by your mere Seeking Dao Realm, can you really stir up any waves?”

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