Chapter 237 — The Strange Treasure
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 6 of 6
Every face bore murderous intent, but Xiao Bai could clearly see that behind their fierce looks there was far more fear. In the midst of the crowd, a man covered in blood held a blade, howling viciously like a cornered beast, slashing the air with his weapon from time to time. At his feet lay several people, each bearing deep gashes from many cuts—most likely beyond saving.
Xiao Bai stared blankly at the killer, who seemed to have fallen completely into madness. Just moments before, at the cave mouth, she had heard him speak like a normal man, had heard his anxious worries—and yet in the blink of an eye, several of his companions lay at his feet, slain by his hand, while he himself, like a crazed and savage beast, ceaselessly howled and roared.
The surrounding crowd bellowed in fury. After a moment, the crowd surged forward with a great roar. Old Li swung his blade, wanting to kill, but in an instant more and sharper blades had already cut him down. After a good while, the crowd slowly dispersed, and Xiao Bai looked on in silence: his body still twitched faintly on the ground, and his wound-covered head slowly turned. For one brief instant, Xiao Bai's eyes met his gaze.
"Boom!"
It was like a soundless thunderclap in her mind. Xiao Bai involuntarily staggered back half a step, all color draining from her face. The man's eyes had turned wholly blood-red, and within them there was no longer the slightest trace of humanity—only slaughter. That cruel despair was such that even her thousand years of cultivation seemed to leave her unable to breathe.
What kind of madness was this!
The crowd whispered among themselves and slowly dispersed in fear. Xiao Bai took her steps slowly and gradually drew near the lifeless body.
Bright red blood flowed silently, slowly seeping into the earth and rock.
Those mad, blood-red eyes, perhaps because life had left them, had grown dim and turned a dull crimson. Xiao Bai gazed deeply at them—then suddenly she whipped around, her face cold as ice, and looked toward the depths of the corridor that had once more become utterly empty.
In the darkness ahead, an intensely thick stench of blood poured forth unceasingly, like a greedy, bloodthirsty beast glaring fiercely at all that lay outside, craving endless blood.
A figure stood quietly in the depths of the darkness, now visible, now hidden!