novelaction Chapter 325: You've finally arrived!
Chapter 325: You've finally arrived!
Just as Lao Fu finished pouring out all the grievances he had suffered in Huayu Village over the years, the villagers were still immersed in his indignant narration and had not yet had time to savor the bitterness and pain within.
Suddenly, their bodies felt as if they were being gripped by the claws of a demon, and they experienced dizziness and lightheadedness.
Some people feel dizzy, as if the whole world is spinning wildly.
Some people experienced sudden blackouts, as if they were being swallowed up by endless darkness; others felt as if their internal organs were churning, causing them unbearable pain.
Immediately afterwards, someone coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, the crimson blood blooming on the ground like shocking flowers of death.
Then, one after another, the villagers collapsed to the ground in agony, as if cursed, their bodies contorted into bizarre shapes, as if making a final struggle against death.
They were now completely gripped by extreme panic and helplessness; their faces, which had been filled with anger and hatred, were now consumed by fear.
They screamed at the top of their lungs, begging Old Fu to save them in near despair.
Old Fu simply stood there coldly, his facial muscles tense, his eyes narrowed into slits, revealing endless indifference and mockery.
His lips curled up into a chilling smile, a smile that seemed to belong to a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, full of sinister and evil.
He watched as the villagers who had once bullied him struggled in pain, feeling no pity whatsoever, but rather a sense of vengeful pleasure spreading through his heart.
Amidst this chaotic, hellish scene, a sudden commotion arose outside the courtyard.
Everyone turned around in a panic, only to see a group of fierce-looking people surging in like a tide.
The leader was none other than the fearsome bandit leader Fang Xiaoxiao and her friends had encountered in the dilapidated temple before—the Flower Monk.
When Old Fu saw that the newcomers were the Flower Monk and a group of bandits, his face, already distorted by hatred, became even more ferocious and terrifying, like that of a demon.
His eyes gleamed with a manic light, his whole body trembled with excitement, he waved his hands arrogantly, and spewed out extremely vicious words.
"Haha, you've finally arrived! Flower Monk, quick, kill all these villagers! Don't let a single one live! Let them know what happens when they offend me!"
His voice was sharp and piercing, like a curse from the depths of hell, every word filled with endless resentment and murderous intent.
But to his surprise, the Flower Monk merely stared at him coldly, his gaze as icy and chilling as winter frost.
A cruel sneer curled at the corner of his mouth as he spoke contemptuously.
"Old Fu, you idiot, do you still think you have any use? Now you're nothing but a stray dog."
After saying that, he raised his thick, tree-trunk-like hand without hesitation and slammed it down on Old Fu's forehead with a whooshing sound.
Old Fu's eyes widened instantly, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.
His face was filled with disbelief and despair. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only make a "clucking" sound.
Then, he fell straight down like a dead tree, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, staining the ground beneath his feet red.
However, the Flower Monk showed no pity or hesitation. He turned around, his face revealing an even more sinister and vicious expression, and roared loudly.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
The vicious bandits, like beasts unleashed from their cages, brandished their gleaming weapons and pounced on the unarmed and defenseless villagers.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere in the courtyard, like a bloody downpour.
The villagers' cries and pleas for mercy mingled with the bandits' wild laughter and shouts of killing, creating a deafening cacophony.
The child's cries were sharp and piercing, as if they could penetrate one's soul.
The old man's pleas were sorrowful and desperate, but they could not move the bandits' hearts of stone.
The women's screams were heart-wrenching, but they could not stop this horrific massacre.
The villagers' corpses lay scattered on the ground, some decapitated, some with their bellies ripped open and intestines spilling out, their blood pooling into streams that gleamed eerily in the moonlight.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, making people want to vomit.
At this moment, Fang Xiaoxiao and the others were all pale-faced, looking in horror at the tragic scene that resembled a living hell.
Their hearts felt as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, they had difficulty breathing, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their eyes were filled with shock and fear at the scene before them.
In this blood-soaked courtyard that resembled a battlefield, Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan locked eyes amidst the chaos. In that brief exchange, Pei Yan instantly grasped the next course of action from Fang Xiaoxiao's resolute yet intelligent gaze.
Pei Yan moved with lightning speed, bending down and picking up a burning torch from the ground.
He took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and hurled the torch with all his might toward the mountain of firewood piled up at the entrance of the hut.
The torch traced a brilliant arc in the air before landing precisely in the woodpile.
In an instant, the flames shot up like a raging dragon, spreading at an astonishing speed, and the blazing fire instantly illuminated the entire courtyard as if it were daytime.
Without the slightest hesitation, Pei Yan tightly embraced Hua Ruyan, who was stunned and dumbfounded by the tragic scene before her with his left hand, while gripping his sword with his right hand and following closely behind Fang Xiaoxiao with a determined gaze.
Fang Xiaoxiao was like a nimble swallow, her movements light and agile, moving freely through the sea of fire and chaos.
She moved with light and steady steps, precisely avoiding obstacles and dangers on the ground with each step.
Pei Yan also displayed extraordinary skills. Carrying Hua Ruyan, he moved forward with great effort despite the heavy load, and was not affected by the chaotic situation at all.
They followed closely behind Fang Xiaoxiao, rushing towards a hidden hole behind their location.
The three of them quickly escaped that hell on earth.
At that moment, the Flower Monk was engrossed in the killing when he suddenly noticed that the hut was engulfed in flames.
He turned around abruptly and saw the towering flames and the figures of Fang Xiaoxiao and the others disappearing through the hole. He was instantly enraged.
His face turned bright red, his eyes wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
"Damn it! The cooked duck is about to fly away!"
The Flower Monk roared, his voice booming like thunder. He brandished his broadsword, hacking wildly at the objects around him to vent his anger and resentment.