Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 145 Hatred! Hatred! Hatred! Jiang Yuyan turns evil!

At the street corner stall, Jiang Yuyan's mother, Xiaobaiyan, was curled up silently in the corner. A light black cloth covered her black and white hair, with a corner hanging down to her mouth. Black blood had already congealed in the cracks between the bricks.

The Huashan Sect Leader, dressed in blue, and the Kunlun Sect Leader, dressed in yellow, stood on a street corner, stroking their beards. The former, with his head held high, said with a hint of pride, "My disciple is good in every way, except that he is too impulsive. He loves to help those in need, and now that he saw someone had their money stolen, he chased after them without looking back."

Qu Youyi said with a forced smile, "I don't see anyone stealing money, but I do see people robbing. It's a pity that the world is going to the dogs; in broad daylight, someone actually does such a despicable thing!"

The Huashan Sect Leader, feeling somewhat embarrassed, coughed lightly and said, "I'll give you half."

Qu Youyi's smile immediately became much more sincere, and he said with certainty, "Junior Nephew Gao truly deserves to be an outstanding disciple of the righteous path of our martial arts world. Such a righteous act is indeed a model of the righteous path."

Upon hearing this, even with his thick skin, he felt a bit nauseous. However, he had lost money recently and was still in debt. Even though it was only 25 taels of silver, which was just a drop in the bucket, it was still very attractive to him.

The martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships and social interactions!

But to their surprise, when they looked at the street corner again, the person standing there was Jiang Yuyan, her face stained with blood!

The Huashan Sect Leader sensed something was wrong first, and strode to Jiang Yuyan's side with lightning speed. "My disciple—"

Before he could finish speaking, and before his hand could even reach Jiang Yuyan's neck, the Huashan Sect Leader had already spotted Wei Wu and Su Ying leisurely following behind Jiang Yuyan, and their disciple lying dead on the ground not far behind them. A surge of blood rushed to his head, "You dare kill my disciple!"

Enraged, the Huashan Sect Leader showed no sign of backing down and unleashed a move called "White Clouds Emerging from the Mountain" directly at Jiang Yuyan's face, taking the initiative to pick on the weakest link.

But as soon as he shook his arm, a bloody gash appeared on his shoulder, followed by his chest, abdomen, and throat—

One bloody gash after another exploded, and the Huashan Sect Leader retreated step by step, his whole body looking like a punk rocker awkwardly dancing, except this time the flying dust wasn't lime, but his blood.

In Qu Youyi's eyes, this scene was like the Huashan Sect Leader intending to attack Jiang Yuyan, only to be blown up into fireworks.

Wei Wu?

He didn't see it at all!

Qu Youyi reacted very quickly, immediately realizing that a top expert was protecting the street performer. He immediately shouted "Witch!" as if he was frightened, and then abandoned the 25 taels of silver, raising his hands and fleeing in panic.

When Wei Wu and Su Ying approached, they only saw Jiang Yuyan's stiff back as she walked to Xiao Baiyan's corpse, "thump"—

He knelt on the ground.

Su Ying frowned, glanced at Wei Wu, and said softly, "If her mother gets the medicine and is cured, I dare not say she will live to be a hundred, but she can certainly extend her life by two or three years."

Su Ying's words did not mean to blame Wei Wu for being too "generous." After all, heroes always acted in such a rough manner. Since it wasn't their own money, they didn't feel bad about spending it. She was just lamenting the twists of fate. Jiang Yuyan had clearly seen hope, but this was the result she got.

Jiang Yuyan held her mother's already cold body tightly, tears mingling with the blood on her face as they slid down, dripping onto Xiaobaiyan's forehead with a crisp "plop, plop" sound.

Those bright, expressive eyes seemed darker than before, and there was a surge of emotions she had been suppressing.

At this moment, two constables, one fat and one thin, strode over. Seeing the tragedy, they glanced at Wei Wu and Su Ying beside them, confirming that these two well-dressed noblemen had nothing to do with the street performer who cried like a wooden statue. Only then did the fat constable step forward and kick Xiao Baiyan's corpse, saying, "Hey, is she dead? If she's dead, there's a mass grave in the west of the city. Buy a mat and bury her there as soon as possible. Remember to dig deep and put a layer of old soil on top. There's been a drought in the north recently, and a lot of refugees have flocked here begging for food."

The skinny constable added, "Judging by your appearance, you're quite handsome. Let me give you a word of advice: there's been some trouble in the city lately, and that lecherous thief might have come along too. You should settle in as soon as possible and come back early. If you have relatives, go to them; if not, good luck to you."

He was clearly looking in Su Ying's direction when he said this, which was obviously a reminder to people like Wei Wu and Su Ying who were both rich and good-looking.

Perhaps because Wei Wu and Su Ying were present, the two could not do anything more, so they left with unpleasant expressions after speaking.

Unbeknownst to him, Wei Wu saved Jiang Yuyan once again.

Jiang Yuyan also came to her senses at this moment. She placed her mother's body on the ground, knelt down and turned around. The silver in her hands, which had been stained with blood and brains, was now cleaned with the corner of her clothes. She respectfully held the silver in both hands, and without any expression on her face, she kowtowed to Wei Wu and Su Ying, saying without any joy or sorrow, "Yuyan thanks her two benefactors—"

"No need," Wei Wu grabbed Su Ying, who was about to step forward to comfort Jiang Yuyan, and said to Jiang Yuyan under her questioning gaze, "It's hard to say how much a person who always says thank you really remembers. If you really want to thank us, then try to live on first."

The martial world is no pleasant place.

Jiang Yuyan looked up at the tall man who seemed to block out the sun. The suppressed emotions in her eyes seemed to be about to burst forth. Although she did not show it, her temperament was no longer as depressed as before. Like a dead tree with a heart ashen, like stagnant water being revitalized.

She mustered her courage and said, "My mother is dead, and I have no relatives or friends in this world. I have no way to repay the great kindness of you two benefactors. So I want to stay by your side, even if I am just a cleaning maid, so that I can slowly repay your kindness."

That sounds so familiar!

Su Ying felt that the image of wanting to stay by Wei Wu's side was too strong, so she awkwardly dug her toes into the ground.

Wei Wu neither agreed nor disagreed, but suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Do you harbor hatred in your heart?"

Jiang Yuyan paused, her head drooping and eyelids lowering unconsciously, as if trying to conceal her true thoughts. But when her gaze passed between Wei Wu and Su Ying and landed on the corpse of the Huashan disciple who died with his eyes wide open not far away, the emotions that had been suppressed in her eyes suddenly burst forth.

hatred!

Intense hatred erupted at this moment!

There was no anger, no hostility, only extreme coldness, with a chilling gleam emanating from those dark, round eyes.

Jiang Yuyan raised her head, making no attempt to conceal her gaze. Even as Su Ying gasped and instinctively took a half-step back, Jiang Yuyan looked firmly at Wei Wu and said in a heavy tone, "Hate!"