Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin

Kapitel 28

Liu Yanyan remained silent for a while, then smiled and said, "It's alright. I still have some savings, so it won't be difficult. Thank you all."

Nangong Xue looked around, then said worriedly, "I mean, perhaps you should go somewhere else tonight, young lady..."

He meant well; a girl guarding a corpse would surely be frightened, especially since it was so late at night, and it wasn't convenient for several grown men like himself to stay there.

Liu Yanyan shook her head: "I want to see my sister off..."

After she finished speaking, she turned her face away.

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The three bodies were quickly placed in coffins. The coffin shop owner left with a happy expression on his face. It was rare for a family to order three coffins in a row.

The four men were still not at ease, so they hired a few more women to keep her company.

As the courtyard gate creaked shut, the small courtyard became quiet again under the deep night.

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The sweet smile on Liu Yanyan's face slowly faded, replaced by a blank expression. The hired women offered her a few words of comfort, then yawned and went inside.

Half a day.

She snapped out of her daze, silently turned around, and was about to walk into the house—

Suddenly, I stopped walking.

As if remembering something, she suddenly froze, exclaiming in a trembling voice, "I remember, I remember! It's...it's him...no...how could it be..."

However--

A cold voice interrupted her: "Unfortunately, you no longer have the chance to say it."

She froze.

Volume One: The Killer Who Disappeared Without a Reason

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:37 Word Count: 4445

After leaving Laoliu Lane and crossing a slightly deserted street, you will reach the bustling main street.

Stepping onto the street, the bustling atmosphere immediately dispelled the previous somber mood. It was late, but the night market was still far from closing. Under the lamplight, shops were wide open, and amidst the sounds of gongs, street performers continued their tireless acts, with cheers erupting from all around.

The four walked slowly, and Li You, unusually, remained silent.

Yang Nianqing couldn't help but look back, somewhat worried: "Are we just leaving like this? Will Liu Yanyan be alright alone? What if the murderer goes back...?"

He Bi coldly replied, "No, since she has already told us everything she knows, there is no need to kill her. Besides, she doesn't remember what that person looked like or what his voice was like."

Nangong Xue nodded and sighed softly, "It seems he had been following us all along, only killing her to silence her for fear of revealing the secret. He didn't expect to mistake Miss Zhao for Miss Liu and kill the wrong person. But... in any case, she did at least provide a clue."

Yang Nianqing shook her head: "She didn't see the murderer's face that night, nor does she remember his voice. We still don't know anything."

“The more you know, the more clues you can find,” Li You finally spoke up. “How can you be sure that person is the murderer? Maybe he was just someone the murderer sent to deliver a message, or maybe he really is Zhang Mingchu’s friend, or maybe he’s just an unrelated person. If you think too absolutely, you’re more likely to make a mistake.”

Yang Nianqing was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

But in that instant, Li You seemed to remember something, and his expression changed: "Not good!"

All three were stunned.

“I forgot something,” Li You suddenly turned around, his face pale, “Since he was sent here, how could he go back if Liu Yanyan is not dead!”

He Bi exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up and disappeared into the darkness.

Nangong Xue's expression also changed.

There is a type of person who is absolutely reliable. If they discover that they have killed the wrong person, they will continue to wait for an opportunity until the mission is completed, even if, from the client's perspective, that person no longer needs to be killed.

They only care about the task at hand and never think too much.

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The courtyard was extremely quiet. Above, the heavy sycamore leaves rubbed against each other, making a "rustling" sound.

None of those who said goodbye just now are still alive.

A chill ran down Yang Nianqing's spine as she felt the cold wind seep in, and she shivered slightly. No one could have imagined that in the blink of an eye, that spirited and clever beautiful woman, like her sister, would become a lifeless corpse!

Beside this beautiful corpse stood another person, a living person.

A black figure. (60)

Since he completed his mission, why didn't he leave?

Yang Nianqing recognized him at a glance and looked at Li You with concern.

Li You remained silent, simply watching the figure. Under the dim light, the handsome face appeared both pale and bluish.

Half a day.

He Bi patted his shoulder and looked at the man in black coldly, saying, "You should leave sooner rather than later."

"I don't need to." After saying that, the man turned around.

His eyes, cold and gleaming, sharp as swords, unnaturally carried the ruthlessness and cruelty characteristic of an assassin, yet also possessed a slightly sinister air.

He looked at He Bi, grinned, and said with a hint of malice, "Even if I leave, you will already know it is me."

He Bi remained silent, his face grim.

.

for a long time.

Li You finally spoke slowly: "I remember that in these three years, even though you took on jobs, you never killed a single innocent person."

Kuroshiro looked at him: "That's only because recently there have been more people seeking revenge than killing."

"You owe him?"

"good."

Li You clenched his fists: "What if he orders you to kill again?"

Hei Shiro stopped looking at him and lowered his head: "I will kill."

"What exactly do you owe him?" Li You couldn't hold back his anger any longer. "Does it have to be murder to repay him? Don't you know that there are things that are permissible and things that are not?"

A moment of silence.

He suddenly looked up and said, "We don't have to kill them."

Li You was stunned.

Before he could react, Kuroshiro swiftly raised his right hand, and instantly, the long sword, as white as autumn water, flashed and turned, thrusting back towards his own chest!

With a "clang," a gleaming blade appeared in front of him, its tip piercing the blade.

No one could wield a knife faster than He Bi.

Li You's face turned even paler: "You..."

"I owe him my life."

Hei Silang threw down his sword, took a few steps slowly, and said calmly, "Five years ago, I killed Liang Jinpeng, the 'Golden-Winged Twin Blades,' but I unfortunately fell into the hands of the Liang family. I'm sure everyone is wondering why I was able to escape alive."

After a while.

"He saved you."

“That’s right. If we want to repay him, we have to do it with our lives.” Hei Shilang looked at him and suddenly smiled. “I know you consider me a friend and would not want to take me to justice. I’m sorry.”

After saying that, he ignored the sword on the ground and turned to walk out of the courtyard gate.

Yang Nianqing was puzzled, but the other three people's expressions changed at the same time.

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The sword is the assassin's life; with a sword, there is no life.

Without a sword in his hand, Hei Shilang would no longer be terrifying. He had killed countless people in his life, and there were countless people seeking revenge. I'm afraid that before he even left this door for a day, his corpse would already be fed to the dogs.

But now, he has easily abandoned this precious sword that he has carried for many years and cherished as his own life.

Looking at that lonely figure, He Bi's face grew even more gloomy, while Li You's face turned ashen. He moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't utter a single word.

Because he didn't know what to say.

Nobody wants to watch their best friend go out and die.

However, it is only right and proper that a murderer should pay with his life.

Often, emotions and morality seem easy to choose between, but it's only when you actually face them that you truly understand the pain and helplessness involved.

finally--

Nangong Xue sighed softly, "Brother Hei, please wait!"

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Kuroshiro stopped, but did not turn around.

Nangong Xue shook her head at Li You, walked over, bent down, and picked up the sword.

He stared at it quietly for a long time, then suddenly took out a clean white silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the sword several times. Then, he took the sword and slowly walked to Hei Silang's side: "These people have already paid him enough for their lives. All living beings are equal. Brother Hei's life is not worth that much. Why are you doing a losing business?"

As he spoke, he held the sword tip between two slender fingers and handed it over, a gentle and charming smile appearing on his handsome face: "Even if he didn't call you, he would have called someone else. It's a real pity to throw away such a fine sword. Since these lives were taken by others, it's still clean. Why should Brother Hei find it so unworthy?"

for a long time.

Kuroshiro slowly turned around and looked at everyone.

“Brother Nangong is right, it’s still fairly clean,” He Bi looked at him and suddenly said coldly, “Even if it’s not clean, it can always be wiped clean.”