Chapter 129: Ling Lie's Killing Intent (Six)

  Fei'er!!! Cheng Da Hai's eyes widened, filled with pain and anger, but before he could rush to the carriage, his body was pierced by two sharp knives, leaving only two handles exposed.

  Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing the young men all over their bodies and faces. They seemed to be stunned, only staring blankly at the bloody violent scene in front of them, even forgetting to breathe!

  Boom! It wasn't until Cheng Dahai's body crashed to the ground that everyone came back to their senses, only to feel cold sweat all over their bodies and a chill running through them.

  Cheng Dahai remained with that ferocious and angry expression even after his death.

  The men in black leisurely wiped the blood stains on their swords, sheathed them, turned around, and flew away, disappearing into the layers of emerald forest in just a few breaths.

  Cheng Dahai died, and the remaining guards were like losing their master's backbone, standing still in place, hesitating to move forward.

  "Ah, what's going on? General Cheng... " a trembling young voice said. Just a moment ago he was still alive and kicking, but suddenly he just died. It's clear that this youngster can't accept it for the time being.

  Another young man, slightly bolder, stepped forward and said: "Cheng Da Hai and his son usually rely on their own power to bully us. This time they must have offended some powerful figure, so they brought about their own death. It's a case of 'death deserved'!"

  As he said this, the other young men nearby also echoed in agreement. At this time, a youth wearing coarse cloth clothes suddenly walked out from among the crowd, about 15 years old, holding a short sword in his hand, and took a few steps to stand before Cheng Dahai's corpse, his eyes filled with intense hatred as he fiercely stabbed the short sword into Cheng Dahai's body!

  His poor brother just accidentally bumped into Cheng Fei on the road, and was actually beaten to death by Cheng Fei! At that time, Cheng Da Hai was present at the scene, only praising Cheng Fei for doing a good job, and even said that in the future, whoever dared to bump into his precious son again would end up like this beggar!

  He infiltrated the army for three months to avenge himself, but still couldn't find an opportunity. So he mixed into this escort team and unexpectedly today these two evil father and son rushed to the road of no return.

  The only sound in the air was the "hiss" of swords piercing flesh, accompanied by the pungent smell of fresh blood splashing everywhere, making the silence in the forest even more terrifying.

  That young man had stabbed dozens of times, and only then did he reluctantly lift up that face stained with blood. His features were indistinguishable, except for a pair of large, bright eyes filled with hatred!

  The other boys were frightened by his scarlet angry eyes and retreated several steps before stabilizing their figures. The boy stood up, walking step by step into the forest, with everyone standing in place, no one daring to block him.

  It was a long time before everyone reacted, and the timid ones were so scared that their bodies were trembling. Someone stuttered: "W-what to do? If the Emperor finds out... General Cheng..."

  It was still the brave young man who said: Don't be afraid, everyone. Let's first transport General Cheng's body back to the country. If the emperor asks, we will report the truth and say that General Cheng encountered a robbery on the way!

  Everyone nodded, while secretly clapping their hands in approval: "You reap what you sow! You deserved to die!"

  ……

  In the quiet and dense forest, all sounds are silent, only the rustling sound of footsteps on fallen leaves.

  A young man in a coarse linen robe suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes vigilantly fixed on the person in front of him who was wearing a delicate black robe. She had her hair tied up high, revealing only a smooth face without any blemishes, and her light-colored eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of coldness.

  Who are you?

  Long Qingyue had her hands clasped around her chest, leaning against the tree trunk. Her eyes slanted upwards, "Who I am is not important, what's important is whether you want to live a life of wandering and struggling, or stand at the peak of this world?"