Chapter 74 Massacre

"Damn it! What are those law enforcers doing? They can't even stop a few fire usurpers, how can they come to hunt me?!"

"Pu Wen's plan won't work! He's just a piece of trash who can only talk on paper!"

"Damn it... Damn it!"

"The Bai Qi order is gone, and the ring is gone! This time I'm really dead!"

Yan Xicai ran wildly on the hill with all his strength, cursing while running. He didn't dare to look back, for fear that if he looked back, his head would fall to the ground like everyone else... He didn't want this to happen, his head was very precious.

In a hurry, Yan Xicai missed a step and rolled down the hill like a ball.

A lot of mud and gravel covered his body, and he was dizzy. When he finally came to his senses, his body had already fallen heavily to the ground.

Pain came from all over his body. He groaned and opened his eyes. The gray sky that had not changed for hundreds of years was like a lead stone pressing on his head... Yan Xicai tried to sit up, but failed.

He had multiple fractures on his body. Let alone getting up, even the slightest movement would make him grimace in pain.

Yan Xicai had never experienced such pain before. He could only lie on the ground like a corpse, his chest constantly gasping... The misty white air floated in the air, and his heart was full of despair.

He was really panicked.

He was afraid that he would really die in this ancient treasure, and then he would have nothing... His revenge plan, his Chamber of Commerce property, he finally got such a good birth, who knows what kind of poor ghost he will become in the next life?

A rustling sound came from the side.

Yan Xicai's heart instantly rose to his throat. He widened his eyes and stared at the sky not far away. He was afraid to see the devilish face of No. 10, because that would be his doomsday.

To his surprise, it was not No. 10 who came... but a face that he was somewhat familiar with.

"It's you?!" Yan Xicai opened his eyes wide in surprise.

That was a young man with a scar on his face, limping... He was Xiao Jian.

"Quick! Take me away from here!" Yan Xicai was ecstatic and immediately said, "Carry me on your back! As long as I can get out alive, I guarantee that you can continue to be a law enforcer! And you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life!"

Yan Xicai couldn't walk anymore, but he could let Xiao Jian carry him on his back. As long as he could leave here and find a place to hide, he could survive when the ancient treasure was opened again!

Xiao Jian glanced at Yan Xicai's huge body, and after a moment, he slowly shook his head:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan... I'm a cripple."

As soon as this sentence came out, Yan Xicai's voice stopped abruptly.

Yes, Xiao Jian was a cripple. How could a person who had difficulty walking on his own carry Yan Xicai and escape the pursuit of the usurper of fire?

Thinking of this, the flame of hope that Yan Xicai had just raised was instantly shattered... He looked at the ugly and skinny Xiao Jian, and his resentment and anger could not help but burst out from his heart. He stared with bloodshot eyes and cursed:

"Fuck... Fuck!!!"

"It has come to this point!! You are still a fucking waste!! Waste!!!"

"My life is in your hands, your glory and wealth are in your hands! You can't control it yourself!! Why did I bring you such a burden?! Can you do anything well?! I am really unlucky!!!"

Yan Xicai was completely broken. He didn't expect that his promising life would end up being defeated by a cripple... He is now regretting why he accepted this waste into the law enforcer. He should have beaten this waste to death with his father!

Xiao Jian lowered his head and let Yan Xicai curse. Under the gray sky, his eyes gradually turned cold.

The humiliation he had suffered, the humiliation his father had suffered, all the past flashed back in his mind. He looked at that ugly and ferocious face, and his fists clenched tightly uncontrollably...

"You are the same as your father! You are both fucking useless! If my father hadn't given him a meal, he would have..."

"Shut up!!"

Xiao Jian roared, and the whole person rode directly on Yan Xicai, punching him in the cheek!

Yan Xicai's voice suddenly stopped. He stared at Xiao Jian, who had a fierce look in his eyes. After a while, he said in disbelief, "You dare to hit me? You actually dare to hit me..."

"I hit you, so what?" Xiao Jian suddenly punched down again, one punch after another,

"Is it great to be born into a good family?! Why are you so arrogant?! My father was chosen by your father to enter the family because of his own ability. Who do you think you are? How dare you scold him?! My useless leg was broken by you when you were drunk. If it weren't for you, would I have fallen to this point?!"

Xiao Jian's fist was very hard, which was trained by his years of doing rough work. He punched Yan Xicai desperately, and the latter was beaten so hard that he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Until Xiao Jian was tired of beating, Yan Xicai, whose face was covered with blood, finally caught his breath. He stared at Xiao Jian, his eyes were red with anger.

"You dare to hit me! You're dead!"

"I'm dead?"

Xiao Jian sneered, and he suddenly pulled out a short knife from his waist and stabbed it into Yan Xicai's lungs!

"Who is dead?"

Yan Xicai screamed, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, "You dare to kill me... your whole family must die..."

"I killed you? Who can prove it?" The cold light in Xiao Jian's eyes became more and more sinister, "The usurper of fire sneaked into the ancient treasures of Bingdao and started a killing spree. Is it strange that Yan Xicai died?"

Hearing this, Yan Xicai's face showed fear. He looked at Xiao Jian's hideous scarred face in astonishment, as if he had met him for the first time.

Xiao Jian pulled out a short knife and stabbed Yan Xicai's body frantically. The blade went in and out, becoming more and more scarlet. The blood flowed on the gray ground, and a pool of blood gradually submerged the two of them.

Yan Xicai's life was madly passing away. He wanted to stop Xiao Jian and buy his life with resources or promises, but at this moment he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Xiao... Jian..." Blood poured into Yan Xicai's throat like a spring, and he spoke vaguely.

"My name is not Xiao Jian."

Xiao Jian held the hilt of the short knife with both hands and raised it high. For the first time, those eyes that were always filled with humility and flattery showed unprecedented bloodiness.

"My name is Jian Changsheng!!"

Puff——!

The blade suddenly pierced through Yan Xicai's throat.

Yan Xicai's body shook violently, and then he completely collapsed to the ground... he was out of breath.

Xiao Jian's chest rose violently, and the corners of his mouth splashed with blood unconsciously rose. An unprecedented sense of joy and transparency surged into his heart, as if a nightmare was broken, and everything about him was embracing a new life!

At the same time, above the heavy clouds, the foundation of the God of War was lit up!

"At this time, there are still people who have been recognized by the God of War?"

Seeing this, No. 8, who was chasing Pu Wen, stopped suddenly.

He looked at the black ribbon extending from the foundation and falling towards the hill not far away, and a glimmer of light lit up in his eyes!

The plan of accumulating murderous aura to attract the attention of Bingshendao was obviously not feasible. If they wanted to steal the fragments of Bingshendao's foundation, they could only start from someone else's Shinto... and this Shinto was too close to them. It should be in time to go there now!

No. 8 gave up chasing Pu Wen without hesitation and rushed straight to the black ribbon hanging from the sky...

...

At the edge of the hill,

A red-clothed figure who witnessed Xiao Jian killing Yan Xicai raised his eyebrows,

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Interesting..."