txolops Chapter 47 Determining Calamity
Chapter 47 Determining Calamity
I have never seen such a color and luster in the lines of destiny.
Zhang Nanfeng looked up at the sky, then looked at the two figures approaching step by step.
To save... or not to save?
Having experienced the ups and downs of his past and present lives, he had long since mastered the art of self-cultivation.
But the golden thread appeared too strangely, just when he decided to go down the mountain to find its source, as if someone was secretly playing a game of chess and placed this piece at the crossroads he was destined to pass.
......
In the snow, Wanyan Yue struggled.
The wooden cangue was heavy, and the blood from the wrist bones had congealed into purple scabs. The wound would tear open with the slightest force.
She tried to get up by supporting herself on her elbows, but as soon as her back was half a foot off the snow, her arms trembled violently and she fell back down heavily.
Snowflakes flew everywhere, covering her face.
She was panting heavily and tried several more times, but she still couldn't stand up.
Wanyan Yue simply gave up, no longer wanting to try in vain.
She sat cross-legged in the snow, her disheveled hair clinging to her cheeks. She casually wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, then tilted her head back and gazed quietly at the two pursuers.
His eyes were calm, without fear or pleading.
Only by hiding beneath disdain can one possess the resolute determination to rather shatter than surrender.
"Hey, why isn't Little Moon running away anymore?"
The fox-man narrowed his long, narrow beastly eyes, his voice trailing off in a lazy, sticky tone.
"If you had been so obedient from the start, why would you have suffered all this?"
He took two steps forward, a frivolous smile on his fox-like face, and reached out to lift Wanyan Yue's chin.
Just as his fingertips touched the girl, Wanyan Yue turned her head and spat a mouthful of blood directly onto his face.
"You bitch!"
He roared, wiping the blood off his face, his violent expression evident.
"You're asking for it! Do you really think you're some high and mighty moon in the Wanyan tribe? Your father's head is still hanging on the pole, and all the men of your tribe are dead! You, a prisoner, dare to put on such arrogance in front of me?!"
The fox-man's chest heaved violently, trembling with rage.
He turned his head, gave the pig-man beside him a wink, and spat out the words through gritted teeth:
"Go. Warm up the chief first. Let her know that in the Northern Plains, a woman without the tribe's protection is less than a female dog."
Upon hearing this, the pig-man immediately parted his thick lips, drool dripping down the corners of his mouth like silver threads, his face full of lewdness.
He responded with a deep, resonant voice, and with his rough hand he gripped the wooden shackles on Wanyan Yue's hands, his short, thick fingers tightening like iron hoops, lifting her forward.
"Little vixen...hehe..."
The pig-man's nose-protruding face drew closer, its stench spraying directly at Wanyan Yue's face.
He was spewing profanities, and saliva was practically dripping down the young woman's cheek.
Wanyan Yue turned her head to avoid it, the wooden shackles cracking and popping, the scabs that had just formed on her wrists bursting open again, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.
After looking over the rock, Zhang Nanfeng's gaze swept over the girl and landed on her boots covered in snow.
The boot shafts bulged slightly, their outlines concealed by the leather, yet they couldn't escape his keen eye.
Inside, there was a dagger.
This girl was prepared to fight to the death.
As Zhang Nanfeng was pondering this, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his eyes.
He stared intently again and saw that the gilded thread between the two was gradually losing its luster, fading little by little to grayish-white, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.
Zhang Nanfeng's heartstrings suddenly sank.
He didn't know what the disappearance of the golden thread meant—was it a missed opportunity... or the end of his life?
On the snow, the pig-man bent lower and lower, his foul saliva dripping down the young woman's shoulder.
Wanyan Yue couldn't break free from that iron grip, but there was no despair in her eyes; instead, she seemed to be waiting for something.
Zhang Nanfeng peered out from behind the rock, and two points of light suddenly shone brightly in the depths of his wolf-like eyes.
set.
An invisible force suddenly locked the sky.
The pig-man shuddered, remaining in his bent-over, shackled position, like an insect trapped in amber, every muscle stiff and lifeless.
The saliva still clung to his lips, but his eyes were filled with overwhelming fear.
Although Wanyan Yue did not know where the change came from, her instinct for life and death made her act.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly lifted her right foot, swiftly reaching her hands into her boot.
A short dagger burst from the boot, which she gripped with both hands upside down, blade facing upwards, and plunged it viciously into the pigman's eye socket!
The blade pierced flesh and blood, splashing red blood like flying snow.
A burst of blood erupted from the pig-man's left eye, his fear fixed on his remaining right eye.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single howl.
Wanyan Yue remained expressionless, twisted her wrist, drew her dagger, and blood spurted out.
She didn't stop; the second and third cuts followed one after another, each one piercing the eye and brain.
The body fell to the ground, kicking up clouds of snow dust.
Everything came too fast.
The fox-man, who had been watching from the sidelines with his arms crossed, was stunned as if struck by lightning.
He stared at the gruesome sight of the pig-man's brains and blood smeared all over the ground. His fox-like face changed drastically. In a fit of rage, he was about to pounce forward when his body suddenly froze.
An invisible force descended from the void, pinning him to the spot.
The fox-man's pupils shrank drastically, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
He desperately tried to circulate his internal energy, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; he couldn't even tremble his fingertips.
Fear washed over him like ice water; he could only watch helplessly as Wanyan Yue slowly rose from the pool of blood, gripping a blood-dripping dagger, and walked towards him step by step.
Wanyan Yue walked extremely slowly, each step leaving a bloody mark on the snow.
The fox-man's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with utter terror.
Just as Wanyan Yue was still five zhang away from him, the binding force suddenly loosened.
The fox-man staggered half a step, startled to find himself free again. In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
That vile person is strange? No, it's this mountain! It's the sacred mountain!
"Eternal Heaven, spare my life... Eternal Heaven, spare my life!"
The fox-man knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly towards the ridge. His face was deathly pale, and he was incoherent.
He dared not look at Wan Yan Yue again, and scrambled to his feet, fleeing desperately back the way he came. His figure quickly disappeared into the snowstorm, leaving only a trail of deep and shallow, disheveled footprints.
Behind the rock, the light in Zhang Nanfeng's eyes had completely died out.
The pig-man was immobilized for only three breaths, and the fox-man was immobilized for only one breath, but the two points of light in its pupils had already been exhausted.
These two orcs consumed more than ten times the amount of light compared to ordinary wild beasts.
He suppressed his dizziness and looked up in the direction the fox-person had fled. The gray-white figure moved frantically across the snowfield like a mouse, gradually becoming a black dot.
Zhang Nanfeng parted his lips slightly, and the golden poison in his abdomen transformed into something else, which he then enveloped in a strange wind and exhaled.
The wind rose silently, merging with the biting cold, and drifted away towards the fox-person.
The fox-man was so focused on running that he only managed to go a hundred feet before his legs suddenly felt heavy, as if filled with lead and mercury, and every step was difficult and sluggish.
After running for several dozen more feet, a tightness gripped his chest, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.
He could no longer hold on, and knelt down in the snow, digging his fingers into the snow, his fox eyes wide open, vomiting large mouthfuls of black blood.
The fox-man turned his head with difficulty to look back at the mountain ridge, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes swallowed up by fear.
He opened his mouth as if to beg for mercy, but only vomited out a mouthful of even thicker blood clots. He then collapsed heavily onto the snowfield, convulsed a few times, and could no longer move.
The wind and snow howled, and soon covered the corpse with a thin layer of white, dissolving the bloodstains on the ground.