Fox Song

Chapter 207 Night Walker

A look of determination and resolve flashed across Xie Qing's eyes, and he resolutely stepped onto the teleportation array.

The teleportation rune suddenly shone brightly, wrapping Xie Qing completely in it. A powerful force swallowed him up. In an instant, he seemed to have traveled through a tunnel of time and space, and the scene before his eyes flowed like a dream.

When the light faded, he found himself in a completely different space - a spacious and bright hall. The air was filled with the faint scent of flowers and the warm smell of wood, which seemed to make people relax involuntarily.

He looked around and saw in a corner of the hall, a petite girl with a graceful figure was bending over and whispering gently while washing the feet of a white-haired man. The scene was warm and peaceful.

However, this tranquility was soon broken by Xie Qing's arrival. The man looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Jiang He, it seems that someone has come to see you specially. Come out!"

Just as he finished speaking, the side door on the right side of the living room quietly opened, and a man holding a hen with chicken feathers hanging from the corners of his face walked out. It was Jiang He that Xie Qing was looking for.

Jiang He looked up at Xie Qing, but ignored him and continued to eat. His movements were almost primitive and savage.

He lowered his head, and instead of simply biting it, he buried his entire face in the chicken's body in an almost greedy manner.

His lips pressed against the chicken's feathers, which were no longer smooth. He pulled hard, and large pieces of feathers were torn off with a tearing sound, revealing the tender flesh underneath.

Then he bit down hard with his teeth, with such force that one could almost hear the sound of the chicken bones breaking.

He wasn't chewing, he was gnawing at it, as if he wanted to vent all his anger, despair and hunger on this innocent chicken.

Every bite was accompanied by spurting of blood, and the warm liquid splashed on his face, hands, and even on his lips that were trembling slightly with excitement.

He didn't care at all. Instead, he sucked in the taste mixed with blood and fear with more excitement, and a low and satisfied whimper came from his throat.

Xie Qing just felt nauseous.

At this moment, Jiang He seemed no longer to be a human being, but a monster completely devoured by the power of darkness.

"Haha, that's pretty good, isn't it!" the white-haired man said coldly, "You barged into my place without even introducing yourself, isn't that too rude!"

"A real man should stick to his name. I am Xie Qing, the leader of Mingyue Clan!" Xie Qing raised his head and said, "This time I come, I want to take Jiang He with me!"

"Ming Yue Gang? Humph, what cats and dogs, I've never heard of them!" the man said grimly, "But since you're here, then stay!"

After the man finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand, pushed the girl aside, and then kicked the iron basin at his feet.

The iron basin drew a thrilling trajectory in the air before shattering. The fragments of the iron basin were like sharp blades controlled by an invisible hand, mixed with the remaining foot washing water in the basin, and turned into a turbid water column, rushing towards Xie Qing like a sharp sword.

Xie Qing flashed and moved as nimbly as a cheetah, easily avoiding the fatal blow mixed with iron pieces and sewage.

"Good trick!" Xie Qing steadied himself and snorted coldly, his tone containing both admiration and disdain. "However, it is too naive to think that you can keep me with these little tricks."

The white-haired man sneered, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes: "Oh? Then let me see what the leader of the Mingyue Gang is capable of."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up and pounced on Xie Qing like an enraged lion. His movements were swift and powerful, and he was obviously a master who was hiding his true strength.

Seeing this, Xie Qing did not retreat but advanced, and instantly raised the long knife in his hand, with a cold light, directly pointing it at the white-haired man's face.

The man blocked with both fists, and after a dull sound, only a white mark was left on his fingers. Xie Qing was awed, this man was difficult to deal with.

The two men clashed in an instant, with swords flashing and fists flying, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

During the fierce fight, the graceful girl stood aside with a blank expression, seeming unable to understand this sudden conflict.

Jiang He continued his crazy behavior, turning a deaf ear to the chaos around him. He still buried his head in the remains of the hen, gnawing greedily, as if the world only had him and the food in front of him.

While dealing with the white-haired man, Xie Qing also observed Jiang He. He was thinking in his heart how to take Jiang He away safely without hurting innocent people.

"stop!"

Xie Qing suddenly shouted, and with a clever move he dodged a heavy blow from the white-haired man. He turned around abruptly, pointing his long sword directly at Jiang He, "Jiang He, wake up! I'm Xie Qing, I'm here to take you home!"

However, Jiang He seemed not to hear his call, still immersed in his own world, gnawing madly. Xie Qing's heart sank, he knew that if he wanted to take Jiang He away, he would have to pay a greater price.

At this moment, the white-haired man seized an opportunity and struck Xie Qing with a heavy punch accompanied by a whistling sound.

Xie Qing retreated violently, like a fallen leaf in the wind, leaving afterimages with every step. The long sword in his hand turned into a sky full of silver light, weaving an impenetrable defense net to counter the white-haired man's overwhelming attack.

However, his inner anxiety and worry spread like wildfire, constantly eroding his concentration.

"Jiang He! Wake up!" Xie Qing's shout penetrated the noise of the battlefield and hit Jiang He's heart shrouded in haze. His eyes were as sharp as torches, trying to penetrate the invisible darkness with the tenacity and warmth in his eyes.

The river, however, seemed to be restrained by invisible chains, its movements increasing instead of decreasing, like an out-of-control beast tearing at the air, its struggle both heart-wrenching and terrifying.

"Humph, it's useless. Don't waste your energy."

The white-haired man sneered, his voice as cold as the winter wind. While Xie Qing was distracted, his fist was like black lightning, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the vital point.

"Bright Moon Slash!"

Xie Qing growled, and his body suddenly rose up. His long sword turned into a silver moon, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the white-haired man. This move was extremely fast and powerful, and it was a unique skill that Xie Qing had kept in his heart.

But the white-haired man was calm and dodged the attack, then turned defense into offense and punched Xie Qing in the chest with a force as powerful as thunder. The two forces collided, erupting with a deafening roar. Xie Qing retreated with the force and landed steadily at the other end of the living room, his eyes becoming more solemn.

"Good work!"

The white-haired man sneered, teleported, and pressed on Xie Qing, "But if you think you can save Jiang He this way, you are too naive!"

After saying that, he gently spread out his hands, and black mist surged in his palms, spreading rapidly, covering the entire living room in darkness and terror. Xie Qing was shocked, knowing that this black mist was no small matter.

"What on earth is this?" Xie Qing frowned and asked sternly, "Who on earth are you?"

The white-haired man chuckled, with a hint of amusement in his voice:

"Me? I am just a shadow in the night, a night walker."

(End of this chapter)