My enemies became my companions

Chapter 250 Not back yet
It started raining in Jiuan Town. The sky was covered with dark clouds and dark. Every household stayed indoors. There was a faint rumbling sound of thunder.

Amid the sound of rain, the three of them followed the location they had inquired about earlier and soon turned into the alley.

The rain filled the road, and even walking on it splashed mud all over the feet. This alley was almost the same as any other alley, with a long and narrow corridor, an uneven road, and wooden thresholds. The only difference was that all the houses in this alley were closed, as if they had become empty.

These empty rooms were all given by Wan Xifeng. In order to give his mother some peace and quiet, and also to worry about his mother being robbed and extorted for money, he drove away all the people from all around. If they couldn't be driven away, he would just take action, and if he still couldn't drive them away, he would kill them.

He was a wandering thief with a bad reputation as a golden knife thief. One can imagine what kind of person he was. It is no wonder that the wanted warrant was in the hands of the East and West Factory.

In the empty alley, Chen Yi, holding an umbrella, saw the only open house from afar.

When I walked over, I saw a white-haired old woman sitting in the hall. She was wearing a straw cloth skirt, her face was full of wrinkles, and when she sat, her back was hunched. Her eyes were cloudy and colorless, as if she couldn't see anything clearly.

Chen Yi lowered his eyes slightly, then waved to the other two, signaling them to stop here and he would go over alone.

Although Luo Nanwu and Wu Qingsheng looked doubtful, they still agreed since Chen Yi was the most skilled martial artist here.

But the two of them couldn't help worrying whether Chen Yi would feel compassion this time.

The rain was a drizzle at first, but now it was a little heavier. Chen Yi walked into the hall holding an umbrella. As his footsteps sounded, he saw the old woman lean forward with both hands on the handrails, and said hoarsely:
"Feng'er, are you done avoiding the trouble?"

The old woman looked a little excited, and she was almost leaning forward. Because she was blind, when she leaned forward, her ear tilted to one side, towards Chen Yi.

"Just passing by."

Chen Yi's tone was calm. He slowly put away his umbrella, walked into the house with a familiar manner, and then said with an apologetic smile:
"Old man, it's raining heavily. I wonder if I can borrow it to take shelter from the rain? I'll leave soon."

"Oh, oh... I thought Feng'er was back. Then let's hide away. Not many people come here."

The white-haired old woman greeted him, but when she saw that it was not her son who came back, she couldn't help looking lonely.

The sound of rain gradually became heavier.

Chen Yi asked if he could borrow a chair to sit on and shook the rain off his umbrella. The old woman responded. She came from a wealthy family and was not on guard against outsiders. What's more, Wan Xifeng was a man of great filial piety and had never told his mother about anything happening in the outside world.

There are many wrinkles on the old woman's face, which have been rolled up by life like rice paper.

"The old man is waiting for his son?"

"Yes, my Feng'er said that he had offended some hooligans and went out to hide. He will be back in the next few days. I have been sitting here waiting for him for a long time, waiting and waiting, stupidly."

The old woman seemed to find the words "silly" funny, and laughed several times. Her smile was like her skin drying up.
"It's raining now, I just realized I've been sitting here for so long... It's been almost a day, and I don't think I've eaten yet... I'm old, I don't feel hungry..."

Chen Yi listened silently, his eyes still fixed on the outside of the hall, and asked:
"The old man lives alone?"

"No, I'm with my son. My son cooks for me and wakes me up. He's filial now. He used to be such a jerk, but fortunately he's filial now."

As the old woman spoke, she seemed to be recalling the past. Her eyes were cloudy and she said in a trance:

"He was actually good in every way. When he was young, he was a good man who could please people. When he grew up, he was filial. But he loved gambling. He gambled all day long. He gambled until he was crazy. He beat and scolded people. In the end, he owed too much debt and ran away.

Now I don’t beat or scold him anymore, I’m afraid he’ll run away again, ah…”

In the world, parents often complain about their children being unfilial, but it is rare to praise their children for being filial. However, this old woman was afraid that her son would leave again and leave her alone, so she cherished her son's kindness. Chen Yi could see the reason clearly.

Drops of rain as big as beans fell on the ground. With Chen Yi's sharp hearing, he heard footsteps outside the house. They were very light, as if the man was afraid of disturbing someone.

The old man didn't hear her, so she continued to babble:
"He is a good person, but he won't listen. No matter how hard we try to persuade him, he won't turn back. Forget it. He is grown up and I am old. I won't persuade him anymore. As long as he is fine, fine."

Chen Yi did not reply. He sat upright in the chair, and the face of a seven-foot-tall man came into his sight.

The man was wearing a straw raincoat and had a knife on his waist. When he saw Chen Yi in official uniform, he narrowed his eyes.

The former thousand households raised a finger and made a "hush" gesture.

Wan Xifeng understood the meaning of this and, without saying a word, silently drew the knife from his waist. The handle of the knife was plated with gold. This is the origin of the nickname "Golden Knife Thief".

Even if it rains heavily, time will be wasted.

The white-haired old woman continued to talk about the past, sighing and laughing from time to time. Her face was facing outside the hall, waiting for her son to come home.

The former Qianhu had slowly stood up, without drawing his sword, but holding the umbrella in his hand, with the tip of the umbrella facing Wanxi Peak. The heavy rain drowned out many sounds, and the old woman could not even hear her own voice clearly.

Wan Xifeng had already stepped forward and slashed with a knife.

The sword in his hand shone with a cold light like snow, and he was full of imposing power, but he deliberately held back some of his strength to avoid making too much noise.

Facing the knife, Chen Yi did not retreat but advanced instead. His body was like a swimming fish, moving through the rain. He easily dodged the knife by turning sideways, and his fist, blocked by the rain, was about to hit Wan Xifeng in the face.

Wan Xifeng retreated violently, then slashed sideways with his sword.

Chen Yi raised the umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella held the blade from top to bottom. Then he pressed down, and the blade trembled, but was submerged in the rain again.

Realizing that the knife would be pushed down, Wan Xifeng drew his knife suddenly with a ferocious look in his eyes. Now that there were officials here, if he ran away, his mother would surely fall into the hands of others. Therefore, he did not retreat, but risked his life to chop again.

His swordsmanship was rustic, simple and sharp. Every strike of his sword was aimed at killing people without any hesitation. Chen Yi, who had already reached the fourth level, understood this kind of swordsmanship best.

Killing intent filled the air, and the blade broke through the rain curtain, exploding with a loud bang.

The white-haired old woman was startled and leaned forward, then slowly came to her senses and murmured:
"It's thundering... Oh, it's thundering, and the rain is so heavy."

The knife was as fast as lightning, but Chen Yi's umbrella was even faster, and it stuck to the knife like a snake. The ribs of the umbrella rubbed against the blade, but it was not cut in half. The umbrella and the knife outlined a circle.

The overwhelming rain fell on this circle.

Wan Xifeng's momentum was overwhelming, his energy was surging like a spring, and he stabbed out again fiercely.

Chen Yi raised his right hand slightly and touched the blade. The blade suddenly shook, but Wan Xifeng still held the knife tightly, vowing to stab the man to death with one blow. Chen Yi struck again, and the sound was loud, just mixed with the thunder.

The old woman heard some noises and asked blankly:

"Sir, what are you knocking on?"

"Shake the water off the umbrella."

"Oh... Then let me continue. Where was I just now... Feng'er, this child, ah, is too fond of gambling, otherwise he wouldn't have offended others... I cried a lot back then, but he is still my son after all, and I hope that he can live a good life, in peace, and carry on the family line."

While they were talking, the fighting continued.

After a long and desperate battle, Wan Xifeng's eyes were red as he was looking for the key to killing. Seeing Chen Yi knocking the knife twice with ease, he did not retreat. Instead, when Chen Yi knocked the knife for the third time, before his fingers fell, he gathered his strength, burst out, and stabbed forward!

To exchange injury for death, one strike must kill!
Chen Yi looked indifferent.

Wan Xifeng saw in horror that when the powerful knife stabbed forward, Chen Yi's figure twisted at an inhuman speed.

The knife fell into empty space.

Then, a crosswind blew against my cheek, and the rain hit my face densely, and then the tip of the umbrella hit my entire head, making it dent.

Wan Xifeng knelt on the ground, the knife in his hand fell with a clang, and he died without uttering a word.

Chen Yi slowly retracted the umbrella.

Before I knew it, the sound of rain had become quieter.

As if they had noticed that the fighting in the house had subsided, Wu Qingsheng and Luo Nanwu walked in quickly.

The blind white-haired old woman listened to the footsteps, leaned forward as before, tilted her head slightly, and asked:
"Sir, is my Feng'er back?"

Chen Yi glanced at the dead body.

"Not back yet..."

There was still the sound of rain outside.

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