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Chapter 42 Dead Silence
The sun is shining brightly in the courtyard.

However, in an instant, three people were lying dead on the ground.

Twisted corpses, spreading blood, people running and chasing... this scene, set against the backdrop of warm sunshine and quiet environment, presents a sad and cruel beauty.

In the distance, Fan Caiyi and Xie Xunbai watched quietly, with a strange light flashing in their eyes. They saw that after stabbing Mi Yu with a sword, Su Daoshan did not stop and continued to chase the remaining two people. However, he did not follow the two people directly, but shot towards the northwest.

At this time, in the north main house, Mi Jing had already rushed to the eaves and reached out to pull out a knife. Beside him, Mi Yan had already jumped up, grabbed the eaves, and pulled up with both arms, and his body suddenly jumped up a long distance.

At the same time that Mi Jing held the knife and Mi Yan used his hands and feet to jump onto the roof like a civet cat, Su Daoshan also took off into the air.

He just ignored Mi Jing who was closer, stretched out his foot and kicked the pillar under the eaves of the west room. His body refracted in the air and flew up like a swallow, directly towards Mi Yan.

"What a cunning boy!" Seeing this scene, even Xie Xunbai, who had always disliked this boy, couldn't help but blurt out his praise.

Although Fan Caiyi was a little slow, she understood it instantly.

Then, the situation developed like the images that flashed through the minds of the two people - whether it was Mi Jing who turned back, or Mi Yan who subconsciously looked back after jumping onto the roof, a trace of surprise flashed across their frightened faces, as if they had seen something confusing at the same time.

Only Fan Caiyi and Xie Xunbai knew that at this moment, both of them had lost sight of Su Daoshan.

Actually, this isn't anything strange or magical.

Because Su Daoshan killed Mi Lang at the south gate of the courtyard, and only moved one or two steps when he killed Mi Luo, and when he pounced on Mi Yu, he walked towards the northeast.

This means that in the subconscious of a normal person, if he wants to continue the pursuit, he must go directly north from the east.

As the people running away with their backs to him, whether it was Mi Jing or Mi Yan, if they wanted to go back to look, they would only subconsciously turn their heads to the right, that is, to the southeast.

But Su Daoshan did not choose the shortest route.

On the contrary, just like many friends who pat each other's left shoulder and then quickly hide to the right as a joke, at the moment Mi Yu screamed, he quietly chose a route that seemed to be longer and flew towards the corner of the house in the northwest direction.

On the road of martial arts, when one reaches the eighth level, one's internal strength is already generated. When a martial artist runs at full speed, even if he adds ten meters, it will take less than half a second.

And Su Daoshan obviously calculated it very clearly. As an upper-level warrior of the eighth rank, he had undergone the cleansing of his bones and marrow by the power of the Dao Seed. The explosive power and speed generated by the full outbreak of his Qi and blood were far beyond the two lower-level warriors of the eighth rank.

Instead of rushing towards the direction where the two people are preparing to counterattack in order to buy a little time, it is better to use a little distance to create an illusion.

Sure enough, Mi Jing and Mi Yan fell into his trap unknowingly.

It was only for a moment, but it was enough.

In a flash, Su Daoshan had already rushed onto the roof and was behind Mi Yan's left.

It was not until this moment that Mi Yan realized that Su Daoshan had appeared in her blind spot. She was so frightened that she kicked her feet hard and tried to dodge to the right. However, the house was old and the wooden strips under the tiles had long been rotten.

It would be fine if he walked slowly and carefully on the roof, but with Mi Yan's violent stepping, he could not bear it at all.

With a loud bang, the unlucky Mi Yan's left foot slipped into a hole and got stuck. Just as a trace of fear flashed across his face and he shouted "Don't...", with a "puff", the long sword in Su Daoshan's hand had pierced his vest!
Mi Jing held a knife in his hand and trembled all over as he listened to the chaotic noise on the roof.

At this moment, his brain had completely lost the ability to think, and he was in a daze, not knowing whether it was a dream or an illusion.

My mind couldn't help but recall the little things that happened in the academy in the past.

In terms of martial arts talent, he is not as good as Mi Lang, Mi Luo, or Mi Yu. Even compared with Mi Yan, he is only about the same.

After all, Wen Linggen was not naturally suitable for martial arts. Although this kind of spiritual root had strong observation and analysis abilities, in a martial arts battle, life and death were decided in a split second. Whether it was analysis or observation, it was not as direct as the talents of other spiritual roots.

For example, Mi Yan is a business person, who is good at judging the situation, knowing when to advance and when to retreat, and knowing how to make choices. He has an extremely sharp intuition about danger.

Practicing with him would be extremely difficult.

Another example is Mi Lang. With his spiritual roots as a worker, no matter what martial arts he learns, he always performs more skillfully and gracefully than others.

And Mi Yu, this guy has the spirit of a soldier, not to mention his extraordinary talent, he really has an overwhelming momentum when fighting. Fighting him is like facing a ferocious beast, the greater the pressure, the more timid you become, and in the end you are suppressed by him and can't raise your head.

Therefore, Mi Jing has been very annoyed about his talent for literary talent since he was a child. In his opinion, if he had a different talent, his achievements would definitely be more than this.

Naturally, as a student in Class A of the liberal arts department of the academy, he was even more disdainful of other students with literary roots in Classes B and C.

The one who was most despised among them was Su Daoshan.

In fact, it wasn't just Mi Jing who looked down on him. No one in the entire academy looked up to this nerd.

Especially for liberal arts students, this idiot who also has a literary root has single-handedly lowered the level of the entire liberal arts.

Without him, the liberal arts would be just a relatively mediocre subject among the five subjects of the academy. Although there are few talents and the famous masters in history are not as many as those in other subjects, there are still some. Some of the more classic battles of masters with literary spiritual roots are still popular today.

But with Su Daoshan, at least in Yishan Academy, liberal arts became a joke - when people talk about Su Daoshan, they may not think of the liberal arts of the academy. But when talking about liberal arts, the first person that comes to everyone's mind is always this nerd.

Every time they chatted, Mi Jing's ears were almost callused by the phrase "By the way, that nerd in your liberal arts department..." Then there were all kinds of jokes about this person.

In the end, everyone burst into laughter.

What was frustrating and infuriating was that this ridicule not only mocked Su Daoshan, but also implicated the liberal arts department to some extent. It seemed that apart from this idiot, there was nothing else worth paying attention to in the liberal arts department of Yishan Academy. What teaching, what teacher, what outstanding students in Class A... all of them were not worth mentioning.

Naturally, a mere Mi Jing is not worth mentioning.

After a long time, Mi Jing got used to it. Whenever he talked about similar topics, he would say a few words, just like when he ridiculed Su Daoshan with Mi Luo and the others just now.

Mi Jing even felt that if we talk about people who are familiar with Su Daoshan, apart from the Su family, he, a classmate who watched his jokes, told his jokes, hid in his jokes every day, and was disgusted by his arrogant face, is definitely one of them.

He was pedantic, stubborn, pretentious, ignorant of the ways of the world, and even ignorant of common sense... So, he would proudly say to Mi Lang that he was "the pride of Yishan", would confidently ask someone to untie his ropes for him, and would take his weapon in front of everyone...

Isn’t that Su Daoshan who he is very familiar with?

But how...

"Pretending?"

"He was pretending from beginning to end!"

When this thought came into his mind, even if Mi Jing didn't want to admit it, he really couldn't think of any other reason.

The horror of this thought was even greater than the bodies of Mi Lang, Mi Luo and Mi Yu lying in the bleaching sunlight in his sight.

Mi Jing just couldn't understand why there were such terrible people in the world who could pretend to be a nerd year after year, day after day, and become a joke that others ridiculed and mocked.

For what?
If it was a minute ago, Mi Jing would not understand. In his opinion, there is no benefit in doing so except being excluded, humiliated, and regarded as an alien.

But now he understands.

Such a naive and stupid nerd can act crazy and stupid, pretend to be stupid but not insane, can say things that others can't say openly, do things that others can't do with a clear mind, and make everyone completely defenseless against him!
Yes, how could a person who always follows the rules and regulations, adheres to the words of sages and the way of gentlemen, be a despicable pretender and sneak attacker?

Didn't he just say a few words and let them release him on their own initiative? Even when he took out weapons right under their noses, didn't they all just laugh and watch him as a joke?

If it were a normal person...

At this moment, Mi Jing's mind was filled with a lot of thoughts, and he couldn't sort them out clearly. But if he still had the courage to fight when he turned around and took the knife, then when he saw the corpse in front of him, heard the sound on the roof, and especially looked at the empty door...

"While Mi Yan is dragging him..." a thought flashed through his mind, and his courage to fight turned into a desire to escape in an instant.

Mi Jing rushed towards the door frantically.

"It's over." In the distance, Xie Xunbai sighed.

Only from his and Fan Caiyi's perspective could they see that after Su Daoshan killed Mi Yan with a sword, he did not jump down immediately.

He stood there on the edge of the roof, waiting.

Like a cat waiting for a mouse.

The waiting time was not long, and this situation was not a sneak attack or a better opportunity. But a few seconds ago, Mi Jing was trying to fight to the death, and a few seconds later, Mi Jing was so scared that he abandoned his brothers and started to run away...

The ease of handling is naturally different.

Therefore, Mi Jing still couldn't run out of the courtyard. Su Daoshan caught up with him in just five steps.

At the last moment, Mi Jing swung his knife backwards, but this knife was not only panic-stricken, but also had no rules, momentum or lethality.

He just wanted to force Su Daoshan away.

But the result of doing so was that he saw a sword coming out of his chest. Just like Mi Lang, Mi Yu, and Mi Yan...

"you……"

Mi Jing staggered a step, turned around and looked at Su Daoshan.

The young man in front of him was still the same as he had seen countless times in the academy, thin, handsome, and dressed in the same green robe all year round. His body was always straight in a pretentious manner, his chin habitually slightly raised, and his expression was dull, but with a certain annoying arrogance.

In the past, Mi Jing looked at him as a fool, but now he looked at him as if he was looking at a devil.

Mi Jing's pupils gradually became dull, and he realized that he was going to die, so he stretched out his hand to grab the other person. But at this moment, his strength faded away like the tide.

Mi Jing's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

There was only dead silence in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)