A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 588 Blood debt must be paid with blood

Meng Zongqiu bent down to examine them. They were very close. The moment Duan Rong opened his eyes, he saw a pair of bright eyes hidden deep in the shadow of Meng Zongqiu's headscarf.

Two silver needles, flashing with a cold light, aimed straight for his eyes!

It happened suddenly, almost within arm's reach, as fast as a ghost! Meng Zongqiu didn't even have time to react, let alone dodge it.

As Meng Zongqiu was greatly alarmed, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes as two silver needles pierced his pupils. Instantly, Meng Zongqiu's internal energy surged, and the silver needles in his eyes were flicked away, but the poisoned tips had already pierced his irises.

As Duan Rong released his silver needles, his body tumbled backward! Almost simultaneously with Meng Zongqiu's silver needles popping out of his eyes.

When Meng Zongqiu saw Duan Rong flip backward, he knew Duan Rong didn't know martial arts. He felt a wave of nausea, as if he'd swallowed a fly. He'd been a江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) figure for forty years, never expecting to be tricked by a seven or eight-year-old child.

Enraged, Meng Zongqiu drew his blade with a whoosh, leaped forward, and thrust the knife at Duan Rong!
The speed of a second-level Inner Breath Realm martial artist is also fatal to Duan Rong in his current state!

As Duan Rong flipped backward, he waved his left hand, scattering a cloud of poison powder behind him. Then, he raised his arm, and the crossbow bolt from the small crossbow he had obtained from Hu Jin was fired.

Just as Meng Zongqiu's blade was about to stab, a cloud of poison powder was thrown at him. He stopped abruptly, intending to hold his breath and launch a direct attack, but a crossbow bolt suddenly shot out from the poison powder, aiming straight for his face.

Meng Zongqiu was suddenly startled and had no choice but to swing his sword to block, causing his movements to falter slightly!
"Ding!"

Just as Meng Zongqiu deflected the crossbow bolt fired from the poison powder, seven children from the group of dead children lying on the ground nearby suddenly jumped up, each holding a small double-shot crossbow, and instantly all aimed at him.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

With the sound of the bowstring twanging through the air, fourteen poisoned crossbow bolts shot towards Meng Zongqiu in unison!
Meng Zongqiu tried to parry with his sword, but his eyes began to blur as if covered with a layer of mist.

Duan Rong used the technique of the plum blossom and willow leaf knife to shoot out two silver needles that pierced his eyes, although only for a brief moment and the piercings were very shallow.

However, those two silver needles were coated with a highly poisonous substance.

Only a breath had passed, and the surface of Meng Zongqiu's eyeballs had already begun to rot.

The moment Meng Zongqiu went blind, his steps became unsteady. Of the fourteen crossbow bolts, he deflected four. As he retreated rapidly, six bolts missed their mark, but four others struck his shoulder, thigh, and lower back.

And all of these crossbow bolts were poisoned!

Duan Rong squatted there, his face pale, a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. With the fragile wrist of a seven or eight-year-old child, he had forcefully wielded the Plum Blossom Willow Leaf Blade, shooting out the two silver needles, directly turning his right hand into a boneless chicken claw, which just hung there...

The excruciating pain was truly agonizing!
Seeing that Meng Zongqiu had been hit by four crossbow bolts, he felt a slight sense of relief!
The outcome is decided! Life or death is at stake!
The two silver needles in Meng Zongqiu's eyes were inserted very shallowly, causing him to lose his sight, but they were by no means fatal.

However, the four crossbow bolts that struck him pierced his flesh, and the amount of poison on those four arrowheads was more than enough to kill four or five people.

Guo Tian and his men fired their first volley, then immediately loaded their arrows into their machine guns, preparing to fire a second volley!
At this moment, Meng Zongqiu already knew he was going to die!

He retreated, brandishing his blade wildly, cursing, "You bunch of little bastards, you really think you can kill me? I've seen it all... You sons of bitches..."

Meng Zongqiu backed away and suddenly found himself against the courtyard wall. He immediately leaped out of the courtyard, but his eyesight was completely gone. As soon as he left the courtyard, he bumped into an abandoned millstone and stumbled to the ground...

Meng Zongqiu scrambled to his feet, wildly brandishing his sword as he ran, tripping over the corpses lying by the roadside and kicking up clouds of dust...

When Guo Tian and his men rushed out with their crossbows, they all stopped in their tracks. They could all see that Meng Zongqiu was doomed without them needing to fire any more.

Jiang Hanyan's eyes hardened. She took a few steps closer with the crossbow, aimed it at Meng Zongqiu who had just fallen and gotten up, and pulled the trigger. With a "whoosh," the string snapped through the air!

Two crossbow bolts were fired at the same time, hitting Meng Zongqiu squarely in the chest!

Meng Zongqiu was shot and forced back two steps, fell to the ground, and never got up again!
At that moment, for some unknown reason, tears welled up in Jiang Hanyan's eyes. In the instant she killed her enemy, it seemed as if something in her heart had been pierced through.

Jiang Hanyan stood there, holding the empty crossbow, motionless for a long time.

Du Wan suddenly blinked and said, "Meng Zongqiu, Wu Mingfu, and Li Tang are all dead, right? Why are we still in the Divine Demon Illusion?"

Duan Rong held up his aching right hand, gestured with his lip, and said, "You'll have to ask Jiang Hanyan about that!"

Du Wan walked over and was surprised to find that Jiang Hanyan, who was standing there stiffly, had tears all over her face.

Du Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "Jiang Hanyan, do you still have an obsession?"

Jiang Hanyan then put down the empty crossbow she had been holding, and said sadly, "I want to hang the heads of the three of them on a tree, just like at the entrance of my village."

"Women are such a hassle!" Duan Rong thought to himself as he watched Jiang Hanyan's retreating figure. Then he looked at Guo Tian and said, "Guo Tian, ​​take Lu Chu and Du Wan and use the carts over there to bring over the bodies of Wu Mingfu and Li Tang."

Guo Tian and his men then pulled an empty wooden cart to Wu Mingfu and Li Tang's courtyard and brought their bodies over.

Jiang Hanyan personally cut off the heads of the three people and hung them on a withered, bare tree.

Three headless corpses lay beneath the tree.

Just as Jiang Hanyan cut off Meng Zongqiu's head, Duan Rong and the others saw Meng Zongqiu's face for the first time. His face was thin and his skin was sallow, except for a large birthmark at the corner of his right eye.

Duan Rong's heart skipped a beat. Meng Zongqiu always kept his face hidden, obviously because his face was too distinctive.

If he hadn't been so cautious, always concealing his face with a headscarf and never showing his true features, Jiang Hanyan probably wouldn't have searched for him for over ten years without any success. Because that birthmark was the best clue!
Blood droplets splattered on Jiang Hanyan's hands and face. She looked at the three human heads still dripping blood hanging on the tree in front of her, and a cruel pleasure suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"Blood debts must be repaid with blood! Father! Mother! Hanyan has avenged you!" Jiang Hanyan cried out as she knelt on the ground, her eyes filled with sorrow.

As she cried out, the scenery around Duan Rong and the others began to ripple and blur like water, then shattered into clusters of light and shadow, and then dissipated layer by layer!
Just as the endless curtain of light shattered and disappeared, as if waking from a dream, they found themselves back at the pool of water within the ruins of gods and demons.

Everyone was stunned, but then they heard a loud "bang"!
The silver cup in front of Du Wan fell to the ground, spilling the water inside.

Everyone stared blankly at the water stain flowing on the ground, suddenly feeling as if they had been in a dream for a thousand years.

Just as the divine and demonic voice suddenly appeared, Du Wan was so startled that she dropped the silver cup from her hand. Only then did the silver cup land on the ground, the clear water flowing out...

Which one is the dream?
Was the falling silver cup a dream? Or was the chaotic, war-torn mountain stronghold a dream?

Jiang Hanyan stood there stunned, lost in thought, muttering to herself, "So it was all a dream..."

The moment she saw Meng Zongqiu, Wu Mingfu, and Li Tang in the illusionary realm of gods and demons, she almost forgot that it was fake, that it was an illusion. The obsession with revenge buried deep in her heart instantly enveloped her.

What seems real can become real, and even in her dreams, she genuinely believed she had taken her revenge!
The feeling of being pierced by some great revenge still lingered in her body, but in an instant, she woke up from the dream and realized that it was all an illusion!
Sweet dreams are always the easiest to wake up from!
A cold light suddenly flashed in Jiang Hanyan's eyes.

For her, it wasn't all a dream! At least she saw Meng Zongqiu's face and the birthmark on his right eye. With this clue, she was sure she could find him once she left the Divine Demon Ruins.

She was determined to annihilate this person in the land of Kyushu to avenge her deceased parents!
(End of this chapter)