The man in black's clothes fluttered in the wind, and gusts of wind swirled around him. In a split second, the whistling and whimpering sounds disappeared, leaving only the man in black standing in the same spot, his clothes still swaying slightly.
"Over there, I heard something!"
"Son of a bitch, capture him and chop him into a thousand pieces!"
"Over there, over there!"
A loud clamor came from afar, followed by a rush of footsteps. These people rushed into the alley, only to see Black Dog standing in the middle of the alley. He maintained a strange posture, his body slightly leaning forward, holding a long knife in his right hand. He was swinging it forward, but it was suspended in the air.
Seeing Black Dog, the burly hooligan whose arm had been chopped off was instantly enraged. With a sinister smile on his face, he stepped forward and grabbed Black Dog's collar.
But with that one grab, Black Dog was like a man made of sand. With a crash, it shattered into countless pieces of powder that fell to the ground, leaving only the clothes in the burly gangster's hand.
For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded, staring at the scene in front of them. No one spoke for a long time.
"This, this …" The burly gangster momentarily forgot the pain in his arm. He looked at the clothes in his hand, then looked down at the pile of sand on the ground, speechless.
He turned his head to look at a fat gangster next to him, and stuttered, "What, what's going on?"
The fat gangster also stuttered, "Who, who made the mud man?"
After he said this, even he himself did not believe it. Someone beside him whispered, "It can't be the work of a cultivator, right?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the air in the alley became even colder. Everyone felt goosebumps all over their bodies. No one knew who shouted, but everyone was startled, turned around, and immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Only Black Dog's pile of mud and dust was left in the air by a gust of wind.
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On the other side, Yuehan brought Little Bamboo through the streets and alleys. The two of them had already changed their clothes. They each wore a tattered robe, and their heads were wrapped tightly with scarves, covering their faces.
In this slum, their attire was not unusual. There were poor people like them everywhere. In the cold winter, they did not have extra money to buy warm clothes, so they could only wear loose robes and try to stuff dry straws inside. Their faces and ears were freezing, so they found rags to wrap their heads and ears. They looked extremely ugly, but they could barely resist the cold.
The two of them, one big and one small, walked through the slums like a young mother with her child. The poor people next to them only glanced at them and then looked away.
"Sister Yuehan, who is catching us?"
Little Bamboo followed Yuehan into an alley and hid in a deserted old house. Little Bamboo could not help but whisper to Yuehan.
Yuehan turned around and looked. She gently closed the door behind her and gestured for Little Bamboo to keep quiet. After a while, she whispered, "It's a bunch of bad people!"
Little Bamboo's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She choked and said, "Sister Yuehan, Little Bamboo … Little Bamboo's mother is gone, Little Bamboo has no family …"
Little Zhu sobbed. Yuehan, the thousand-faced demon whose hands were stained with blood, cried so hard that her heart ached and trembled. Her eyes were red, she gently stroked Little Zhu's hair and said softly, "Sister Yuehan is your family, Sister Yuehan will protect you."
Little Bamboo hugged Yuehan tightly, afraid that she would disappear the next second. She cried quietly for a while, then got up from Yuehan's arms. She wiped her tears and said, "Sister Yuehan, what should we do next?"
Yuehan whispered, "There's a very bad and very powerful person looking for us. We'll stay here for the next few days, don't go anywhere …"
Little Bamboo nodded. She looked around the empty room and whispered, "But, what are we going to eat?"
Yuehan flipped her wrist like a magic trick, and a hard-boiled egg appeared in her hand. She said, "It's a little cold, hurry up and eat."
Little Bamboo's eyes lit up, and she immediately took the hard-boiled egg and gnawed on it. She was starving, and it only took her two or three bites to finish the egg. Her mouth was stuffed full, and she looked like a little hamster.
Yuehan laughed. Then, as if she was performing a magic trick, she took out a water pouch from under her robe and passed it to Little Bamboo. After Little Bamboo took it, she thumped her chest and gulped down the water. Even though the water was freezing cold, she still felt that it was sweet.
When Little Bamboo finished the first egg, Yuehan handed her another one. Little Bamboo held the egg and looked at Yuehan. When Yuehan shook her head, she held the egg and ate it in small bites.
Yuehan looked at her gently, and stretched out her hand to gently stroke her hair. Just as she was about to speak, her expression suddenly changed. She used her hand to cover Little Bamboo's mouth, and gestured for her to keep quiet.
Little Bamboo immediately became nervous. Her eyes darted around, and she didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
Yuehan hugged Little Bamboo and hid in a corner of the room. She pricked up her ears to listen to the situation outside, and didn't even dare to use a spell. She was afraid that if she leaked the slightest bit of her magic and demonic Qi, the other party would find out where she was hiding. So, she used the stupidest method to hide and seek with the other party.
The two of them held their breaths and listened attentively. It was extremely quiet outside, but they could still hear the rustling of footsteps. This sound kept ringing, as if someone had never lifted their feet, and was dragging them on the ground.
The footsteps got closer and closer, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper. Yuehan pinched her fingers together, and her other hand pressed on Little Bamboo's back to help her control her breathing and heartbeat, so that she wouldn't be discovered by the other party.
When the sound came closer and closer to the door, the two of them couldn't help but widen their eyes. Yuehan's hair stood on end, and she was ready to fight the other party to the death.
But at this moment, they suddenly heard a shout from outside, "Zhenren Yue?
Zhenren Yue?
Aiya, Zhenren Yue, you're here, it took me so long to find you!
Quick, quick, come with me, His Highness wants to see you! "
The old man called Zhenren Yue's voice was hoarse, like a piece of metal rubbing against the ground, "His Highness is finally willing to see me?"
The voice was smiling apologetically, and explained, "His Highness has long heard of Zhenren Yue's reputation, but he never had the chance to meet you. Today, the opportunity has finally come!"
Zhenren Yue scoffed, obviously not believing his nonsense, but he didn't want to argue with him. He said coldly, "Then lead the way …"