Chapter 2786 - 68: No Talking, No Moving_3

Wearing burlap, tying colored ribbons.

No face, no voice.

No speaking, no movement!"

The dense scarecrows fell like rain, and even the white clouds seemed to be covered with a yellow haze.

The flying colored ribbons were like battle flags, the sewn eyes twirled. Those dry, yellowish hands were surrounded by a layer of curses, each holding a weapon.

Some wielded grass as swords, others used serrated grass as blades, some held thorny grass as spears, and others wielded vine grass as whips.

All possessed extraordinary martial skills, even forming military formations, descending en masse, charging towards these two demons in the sky!

Yu Xin tightly gripped his long spear, his expression vigilant, "These straw monsters wouldn’t..."

Slap!

Xiong Sansi slapped him, sending him tumbling, "Shut up!"

He turned and charged upwards, the light of the blade sweeping across the sky. Thus began a battle against these straw monsters in mid-air.

What a fierce battle!

Sawdust flew everywhere, the blade light like a white rainbow.

Yu Xin fell several meters, just managing to avoid the encirclement of a few scarecrow squads. The silver spear reversed, and with his wings flapping again, he too rushed towards the sky.

The force of blades and spear glinted chaotically in the sky.

This bloody battle lasted a full four hours.

At one point, Xiong Sansi, who had broken through three military formations, was suddenly attacked by a scarecrow! A serrated blade, gleaming with cold light, slashed diagonally, and Xiong Sansi bent his body backwards, narrowly avoiding it.

But his mask was still torn. Two pieces of the broken mask fell to the ground, exposing his face, rugged as ridged hills, to the open air.

The silhouette of Yu Xin, who was spinning his spear, paused momentarily.

After knowing each other for ten years, it was the first time he saw Xiong Sansi’s face.

What kind of terrifying face was this?

His face was covered with dense scars, the flipped flesh forming raised scars like ridges. The whole face had no intact skin, rendering the original appearance unrecognizable.

Blue-faced demon, blue-faced demon.

So, this is the origin of the "blue face."

A Criminal is only tattooed with a single character.

What crime did Xiong Sansi commit to end up like this?

An unpleasant voice tore through his ears—"It’s not sharp enough!"

The black robe wrapped around him was torn off outright, revealing his slender waist and ape-like arms! Xiong Sansi swung his narrow blade, more like a free eagle than Yu Xin, fearlessly charging once more into the sky.

Yu Xin circled around, resisting the piercing wind, and leaped high.

Ten years had passed, yet he realized he still didn’t understand Xiong Sansi.

...

...

"What do you know of Xiong Sansi from back then?"

Zhu Lanruo hugged her stringed instrument, walking slowly.

Even the dark woodland brightened with her graceful presence.

"What of back then? Everyone who knew him then is dead now," Zhu Zheng said beside her.

Zhu Lanruo seemed lost in thought, "Monsters of such origins, in Purple Wu Hills, they’re not just one or two."

Zhu Zheng also became alert, "Are you saying..."

Zhu Lanruo resolutely said, "Tiger Taisui must be plotting something!"

"The schemes of the Heavenly Venerate are beyond our intervention. Heavenly Spider Mother is still gravely injured..."

"Why underestimate ourselves, brother? Although this is a game of chess by the players, right now we are fighting on the board, and sometimes the victory of the chess pieces can decide the outcome of the game." Zhu Lanruo lightly plucked the jade string, subtly strumming a chord, dispelling the invisible danger by the edge, softly saying, "Even if we are merely pawns, we are at this moment unable to withdraw. But if we cannot fathom the player’s intentions... being swept off the board is only a matter of time."

Zhu Zheng nodded, then remembered something, "Do you think that Chai Asi might also be related to the Purple Wu Hills?"

"Not necessarily." Zhu Lanruo shook her head, "Don’t forget, earlier this evening, he went to see Lu Qilang. They may seem like they’re not getting along. Real or fake, who can say for sure?"

"True enough." Zhu Zheng agreed, "Demonic hearts are treacherous; who’s truly allied with whom—is still open to debate."

"And you?"

"Hmm?" Zhu Zheng raised his eyes and saw those bright, water-filled eyes, like a serene lake, tenderly gazing over.

In a flurry of passing moments, only three faces remained, gradually becoming clear, each silent and still...

They were all fellow travelers, all in this mountain.

He saw blood in the pupils of She Guyu; behind Chai Asi lurked a shadow, and within the shadow was an indistinct silhouette; Yu Xin’s handsome face reflected a jade-like glow, as if a Heavenly God.

"Whose side are you on?"

He heard Zhu Lanruo’s voice asking.