Fighter of the Destiny

Chapter 722 Bloody Long Street (Part 2)

A wounded beast that is about to die will make a weird growl because it wants to keep as much sound as possible in its throat, not wanting anyone to hear its weakness. But when his thigh muscles were severed and he fell into the snow in front of Xue Mansion, Zhou Tong finally couldn't hold back and let out a scream of pain.

This scream was hidden in Miss Xue's exclamation, but it was still very clear and could be heard by everyone present.

Miss Xue's family felt even more happy, and the steward of Xue's family was so excited that her whole body began to tremble.

Logically speaking, Mrs. Xue, who should have had the biggest reaction to this, could still maintain her composure and just looked at Zhou Tong who fell in the snow quietly.

It was very quiet in front of the Xue Mansion, and only Zhou Tong's heavy breathing could be heard.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhou Tong climbed up from the snow and continued walking toward the west of the long street, leaving a trail of blood behind.

Mo Yu walked to the stone steps, turned to look at Mrs. Xue, and nodded in greeting.

In the past few years, Xue Xingchuan and she were both the most popular figures in the Tianhai Dynasty, so it was natural that they had contacts with each other.

Mrs. Xue responded to her seriously and said, "Thank you."

Mo Yu didn't say anything, nodded again, and followed Zhou Tong.

Mrs. Xue looked at the red and warm but dark sky, thinking about that day, and silently said thank you to Chen Changsheng who was unknown where he was.

At the end of the Tianhai Dynasty, her husband turned from a loyal minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty to a traitor, while Zhou Tong was obviously a traitor, but became an important minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Of course this is unfair. The question is, in this world where no one dares to pay homage to traitors, who will seek justice for a traitor?

That day at the National Education College, she said she only hated Zhou Tong for his immortality. This was true hatred, a hatred with a sense of despair, a hatred that penetrated her bones.

At that time, Chen Changsheng didn't speak or comfort him, he just looked at her quietly.

When sending her away from the National Education Academy, he asked her not to leave Kyoto.

This is the promise.

He would kill Zhou Tong and let her see it.

So Mrs. Xue did not return to her hometown, but stayed in Kyoto.

She wanted to see this scene with her own eyes.

That's when she finally saw it.

From the time Xue Xingchuan was poisoned, to the exposure of his body, and then to the sacrifice, until tonight, she rarely cried.

But at this time, two hot and even scalding tears flowed from her eyes.

She took one last look at the scene of Zhou Tong crawling in the snow, struggling for his life, and told the steward: "Close the door."

Miss Xue was a little surprised. She held her arm and said, "Mom, I still want to see it, but I haven't seen enough yet."

Everyone would want to see the powerful, arrogant enemy that no one could defeat turn into a wild dog covered in bruises, and no one could get enough of it.

"enough."

Mrs. Xue didn't know whether she was talking about this matter or her daughter, so she turned around and entered the house.

The door of the house slowly closed, blocking out many things and memories.

There was snow everywhere on Ping An Road, and there was blood everywhere on the snow.

More and more blood flowed out of Zhou Tong's body, so much so that the toxins became much lighter, and the dwindling blood returned to some red color.

There were more and more bloody mouths on his body, and they were densely packed, one here and the other, looking extremely miserable.

Those bloody mouths were very particular, their depth and location were enough to make him feel extreme pain, but not enough to immediately cut off his life.

When he drew his sword, Mo Yu's beautiful face was devoid of any emotion and extremely indifferent. Coupled with the blood-stained palace clothes, she looked like the maid of the God of Death.

From time to time, sword light illuminates the dim snowy street.

Zhou Tong trudged forward in the snow, unable to stand firm for a long time. He often used his hands and feet to move forward a certain distance. It seemed that he might fall down at any time and never stand up again. He could no longer suppress the pain and fear and maintain the silence of an old wolf. Every time the sword light lit up, he could hear a miserable howl.

This was the most complete physical and mental humiliation and torture, a torture that seemed to never stop.

This was originally a Ling Chi.

If it were anyone else, no matter how strong their will was, they would probably collapse by this time. Even if they would not kneel down and beg for mercy from the enemy, they would probably try every means to commit suicide. But Zhou Tong didn't, because he had tortured and humiliated too many people in his life, and had inflicted too many tortures on innocent people. He had seen the darkest and most painful scenes in the world. He had seen the real hell, and his heart was filled with tears. Like a stone soaked in poisonous water for 70,000 years, every piece of moss growing on it is the embodiment of sin. Even though Mo Yu's cruel methods made his body and soul tremble, he still couldn't make him surrender. Whether it was to her or to fate, he would never greet death on his own before death came. On the contrary, he was still like a beggar. Extremely eager for the final victory.

——As long as you can crawl through this bloody street, you can win.

He screamed, and then said to himself in his mind.

The twilight is getting thicker and thicker, turning into night. The white snow on the Ping An Road reflects the starlight, which is not enough to illuminate the world.

At some point, a dim light suddenly fell on Zhou Tong's body. Through the horrific wounds, the bones could be clearly seen.

The light in the distance had no temperature, but Zhou Tong felt that his body suddenly became warm. When he was in the small courtyard, his vision had been severely damaged. It was blurry and he could only see some general outlines, but he He was very sure that the light was on his right, which was on the north side of Ping An Road.

That was the mansion that Taishi Cheng left in Kyoto before he died. It was recently taken over by a powerful prince and turned into a palace.

It took him a quarter of an hour, enduring almost extreme pain, to crawl more than twenty feet, and finally left the confines of the Xue Mansion and arrived here.

He can endure because he has hope. From the beginning, his hope has been here.

His vision was still blurry, but his eyes lit up, as if some kind of flame had been ignited by the lamp.

He still had some true energy left, hidden in the deepest part of his meridians. No matter how sharp Mo Yu's sword was or how ruthless his methods were, it was useless to him because it was not enough to get him out of the desperate situation.

At this time, those dew-like true essences burned one after another, driving his body up from the snow and rushing towards the light!

He rushed to the palace, lost any strength and fell heavily at the foot of the stone steps.

"I am Zhou Tong! King Zhongshan, save me!"

He shouted these words with his last breath.

He has never been desperate. For countless years, he has played with the minds of countless people in the palm of his hand. He knows very well that neither Mo Yu nor Zhexiu will let him die immediately, especially when they have complete control of the situation. Because that would not be able to express the violent emotions and desire for revenge that everyone has deepest in their hearts.

This was his chance and he had to seize it.

He thought with anger and ridicule, even if you princes want to pretend that you can't hear my screams, can you say that you can't hear my calls for help? It was difficult for him to say a word now, but instead of shouting directly to save me, he shouted to the prince to save me. He even didn't forget to call out the prince's name, just to make the other party have to come forward.

I am Zhou Tong, a minister of the Zhou Dynasty!

I'm in distress!

Please save me, King of Zhongshan!

The snow clouds in the sky closed up at some point, blocking the starlight, and it snowed again.

The door of Zhongshan Prince's Mansion opened, and many doors on both sides of Ping'an Road were opened. Many lights appeared in the night, very bright, even a little dazzling.

The long street in the night turned into a Milky Way.

Zhou Tong was in the river, unable to suppress his emotions anymore, with an intoxicated look on his face, and he laughed nervously.

Dozens of wind-breaking sounds were heard one after another, and the royal masters came to the street.

Mo Yu walked out of the light snow, several feet away from Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong looked at her with a fierce look on his blood-stained face.

How can you kill me now? Now it's someone else's turn to kill you.

His eyes expressed his meaning very clearly.

Mo Yu didn't even look at him.

The night breeze blew the palace skirt gently, and a light snow fell on her temples.

She looked at the brightly lit Ping'an Road and the dozen or so palaces, and said, "My empress does all kinds of bad things to you, but at least she has one good thing."

This sentence is said to the princes who have not shown up yet.

"The late emperor's sons are all still alive."

The light illuminated her face, making her look even more beautiful.

However, her expression was still so cold, and her brows and eyes were full of toughness, which was vaguely similar to the deceased one.

"Not a single one is left, and you are all still alive."

"It's my concubine who has allowed you to live until tonight."

"Tonight, I want you to return this benefit."

"I want him dead."

The light snow fell lightly, making no sound, just like the silence of the long street at this time.

I don’t know how much time passed, but someone in the light waved his hand.

Zhou Tong's vision was blurred and he could not clearly see the person's appearance. He could only see that the person was wearing a bright yellow shirt.

The Zhongshan Prince's Mansion was not closed, but everyone who walked outside the palace retreated.

How is this going?

Zhou Tong thought this was ridiculous and thought to himself, Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of Taoist Master's anger?

Mo Yu walked behind him.

Fear once again enveloped his body.

He gasped and crawled forward.

There are more than a dozen royal palaces on Ping'an Road, as well as the Tianhai family and ministers. The King of Zhongshan is a madman. Is it possible that everyone is mad?

He crawled and crawled and crawled, trying to reach the next dimly lit place.

However, while he was still far away, the lights there went out.

Even the doors of the palace were closed.

Then, the sound of the heavy door slowly closing kept ringing, and the lights on the street were turned off one after another.

The night is getting darker.

Zhou Tong is getting colder and colder.

He crawled through the cold and wet snow and the blood-stained long streets. All the silence and perseverance began with hope, but ended in... despair.

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