Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 10
After pausing for a moment, he slowly walked towards the fire.
The fire started at a tall tower.
Flames swirled and thick smoke billowed, like a burning torch, crackling and popping, turning half the sky a deep red.
The fire was huge; even standing several dozen feet away, Feng Xuese could still feel the intense heat of the flames on her face.
He gazed at the tower shrouded in smoke, his clear and wise eyes also blazing with intense light.
The tower must have been abandoned long ago, surrounded by old trees with sprawling branches and overgrown weeds. Only a few homeless beggars and vagrants occasionally come here to spend the night.
Maple Snow Color certainly didn't believe that the fire was accidentally caused by the homeless people warming themselves by the fire.
Not only because the firework display that alerted Tianshui Island originated from this direction, but also because the bloodstains splattered all over the ground were illuminated by the flames.
Although there were no bodies, judging from the amount of blood, there were definitely more than one dead or injured.
In the distant grass, there was a short hook, its tip reflecting the firelight, looking even redder than blood.
Feng Xuese suddenly gripped her sword tightly.
He recognized the hook and its owner.
He was a chubby man who loved to eat and was the leader of the Tianshui Island branch in Qingyang City. He was cheerful, chivalrous, kind, and fair. In Qingyang City, everyone respectfully called him Brother Zhang.
He also called this nobody in the underworld "Brother Zhang".
I still remember the last time I passed through Qingyang, Brother Zhang traveled two hundred miles overnight to invite a famous chef from the neighboring Xinsong County to cook for him, just because the chef's Drunken Chrysanthemum Crab was known as the best dish in Xinsong.
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Thinking of that cheerful and righteous smiling face, a murderous aura gradually filled Feng Xuese's usually gentle eyes.
Suddenly, he floated up like a wisp of smoke, drew his sword with a backhand, and then a snowflake exploded around him.
Reflected in the bright moonlight, the snowflake was tinged with a touch of crimson, the red and white colors creating a dazzling effect.
Snowflakes and bloodstains.
It was his snow.
Whose blood is it?
A corpse fell from the treetop. Although it was just a mutilated body, a faint smile could still be seen on its fat, round face.
Maple-colored eyes turned red, and while still in mid-air, he moved like a bolt of lightning, thrusting his sword towards the tree behind him.
The sword silently sank into the tree trunk.
Suddenly, a snake leaped out of a half-dried well beside the tree and darted toward his leg—it was a whip, slender and black, yet more venomous than the most poisonous snake.
At this moment, the maple-colored sword was still stuck in the tree. He tried to pull it back with all his might, but at one end of the tree, the tip of the sword seemed to be clamped by an iron clamp, and he couldn't pull it out at all.
He released his sword, leaped up to avoid the whip, and then struck out with his palm. A blue stone beside him rose up and met the pair of iron hammers that were attacking from above.
With a muffled clang, the bluestone was smashed to pieces.
Reflected in the firelight, the fragments of bluestone displayed an unusual iridescent light.
With a flick of her snow-white sleeves, a gust of wind swept away the approaching gravel, and the snow-white sleeves emitted a burnt smell as if they had been scorched by fire.
He felt a chill run down his spine; what a potent poison.
A watermelon-sized hammer continued to strike from above;
In the middle of the game, something dazzlingly bright, moving with lightning speed and a whistling sound, attacked his chest and abdomen.
The whip, its tip pointing upwards, struck him again.
In a flash, Feng Xue Se suddenly punched the ancient tree with an extremely light and gentle punch, seemingly without any force.
Suddenly, a violent panting came from behind the tree.
He drew his sword again, and the sword flew out of the tree, carrying a touch of snow, and rushed into the dazzling light.
Then came a shower of blood.
The ball of light suddenly lost its direction, flew off at an angle, and landed on the ground with a "thud." It was a sharp Xuan axe, and on the short handle, a severed hand, wearing a black glove, was gripped.
The hammer and whip followed in pursuit.
The hammer pierced the ear with the wind.
The whip, like a snake coiling on the ground.
The color of maple leaves and snow rose into the sky, and the longsword swung again, piercing towards the heart of the hammer-wielder.
An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous; an inch longer, an inch more powerful.
The longsword, linked to the arm, struck first despite being struck later; the sword's edge had already reached the heart of the hammer wielder, while the hammer was still half a foot away.
The hammer wielder's heart was pierced by the sword's energy, and in the midst of the crisis, he retreated and was forced to withdraw his hammer to protect himself.
That's exactly what the maple and snow colors are all about.
At this moment, the whip had already wrapped around the hem of his clothes.
Suddenly, Feng Xuese tore her long robe in two with a ripping sound, revealing a white outfit underneath.