Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 249

Staring at the stark white skull and dark eye sockets, she felt a chill run down her spine. She immediately pulled the skull off and was about to throw it away when she noticed that the thing that had been following her had also stopped, and there was complete silence behind her.

Zhu Huihui's breathing was heavy, her forehead and back were covered in cold sweat, and her clothes were soaked. The cold wind made her feel chilly, but she didn't dare to wipe it away. Her heart just kept sinking.

After a long while, she mustered her courage and said, "Hey~~ Hey behind you... big... big brother, are you a human or a ghost?" Maybe it's a big sister.

Neither human nor ghost made a sound.

Zhu Huihui waited a while longer, and although she still didn't get an answer, she made up her mind. No matter what the next thing was, if it hadn't attacked her yet, it was either trying to scare her, had ulterior motives, or was waiting for an opportunity... In any case, as long as it didn't kill her right away, it meant she still had a chance!

But the thing behind her remained silent, and this stalemate meant that even if it got to dawn, escape wouldn't be easy. After holding her breath and considering for a moment, she suddenly made a snap decision. Now, she had no choice but to take the risk and fight it out, regardless of the outcome—it was better than standing there like an idiot!

Only by overturning the table first can you find an opportunity while the other party is cleaning up the mess.

She suddenly kicked Hua Hua in the buttocks. A piercing, guttural scream, like a pig being stabbed, suddenly rang out in the silent graveyard; even the dead would be terrified.

This was exactly the effect Zhu Huihui wanted. With a swift backhand, she snatched the skull she was holding and slammed it behind her.

A flash of light appeared in the air, and with a "crack," the skeleton was cleaved in two. Then, the blade tilted slightly to the side, hovering in mid-air.

The blade was slightly curved, pointing downwards, and the hilt was held by a man in black. His face was not visible, only a pair of bloodthirsty eyes that gleamed with a light colder than the blade itself.

Zhu Huihui froze, her legs went weak, and without saying a word, she sat down on the ground.

The knife paused slightly in mid-air before continuing its downward slash, aiming directly at Zhu Huihui's forehead.

Zhu Huihui had witnessed the cruelty of these people more than once. She watched helplessly as the knife drew closer and closer to her. In a panic, she picked up a leg bone from who-knows-who and held it to her head.

How could a bone withstand a steel blade? With a "snap," the leg bone was cleaved diagonally by the blade, which then swept across and continued to slash at Zhu Huihui.

Zhu Huihui's eyes widened as she looked at the knife and the tip of her nose. This time, she didn't even have the thought of struggling or escaping; she simply closed her eyes and waited for death.

Just then, a leg shot out from a nearby grave and kicked her in the buttocks.

Zhu Huihui was kicked and flew several feet away. When he landed, he was still sitting. With a "crack", he cracked a thin coffin. Unable to maintain his balance, he fell headfirst into the coffin.

Dust flew everywhere, choking her and causing her to cough repeatedly. When she opened her eyes, she saw a pile of bones right next to her face!

Ugh!

She gagged twice, hearing the howling wind and the clanging of weapons outside, realizing that the situation had changed, but she didn't know whether it was good or bad for her. She wanted to lie in the coffin and pretend to be dead, waiting for those people to leave before coming out, but lying with a pile of bones was too frightening, and the smell was unpleasant. After enduring it for a long time, she finally got up and secretly poked her head out of the coffin.

Sure enough, there were two people fighting outside. One was a man in black, and the other was tall and thin with three strands of black beard under his chin, wielding a pickaxe with a whooshing sound.

Under the starlight, it was clear that this was none other than the Sheep Envoy of the Twelve Zodiac Animals!

The appearance of the Sheep Envoy was not accidental. (2) 2009-08-01 14:52

The twelve zodiac animals tracked the caravan of Generals Yu and Qi's families all the way into the dense forest. After a fierce battle, the Sheep Envoy was also severely injured. He was cunning and, seeing that everyone had fallen into a trap and that his brothers and sisters were being killed one after another, he knew that something was wrong. He desperately tried to escape into the graveyard, but due to his serious injuries, he could not go far, so he hid in an old grave.

It wasn't that he was cowardly or disregarded loyalty; rather, he prioritized the greater good. Although his own death was insignificant, if this message couldn't be spread and the family of the anti-Japanese general was kidnapped overseas, he would feel that even if he died a thousand times, he would be letting down the brothers who sacrificed their lives for this cause!

Unfortunately, his injuries were too severe. Even though he was hiding in the grave, he knew he probably wouldn't make it. Worried about ruining important matters, he was filled with grief and indignation when Zhu Huihui happened to appear, finally bringing him a glimmer of hope.

Although the child was truly useless, he had no choice but to fight back, like a snake summoned by a serpent. So, he used his last bit of strength to break out of the grave, kick Zhu Huihui away, and engage in a fierce battle with the man in black.

Although Zhu Huihui was only half-baked in martial arts, he had a keen eye and immediately noticed that although Yang Shang was wielding the hoe in a frightening manner, his movements were clumsy, and the back of his clothes was torn, the fabric of which was dark and clearly soaked in blood.

She sensed something was wrong; judging by the situation, the Sheep Envoy probably wouldn't last much longer! She suddenly jumped out of the coffin: "Sheep Envoy, I will definitely deliver your message. Take care!" Then she took off running.

She and the Sheep Envoys weren't particularly close, and although she was saddened by their deaths, she wasn't overly heartbroken. She told him, "Make sure you deliver the message," and now the Sheep Envoys could rest in peace, right?

Of course, it would be best if he didn't die. Even if he had to die, he should kill the man in black first, or at least hold out until she was far away before he died...

Upon hearing this, the Sheep Envoy was taken aback. Although he didn't know how this good-for-nothing knew him, he understood her meaning and burst into laughter: "Alright! You go quickly! I'll take care of things here..."

With a "thud," he was stabbed in the left arm, half of which was severed. The Sheep Envoy was truly tough; he didn't even utter a sound, ignoring the gushing blood, and swung his pickaxe with one hand, attacking relentlessly and fighting desperately with every move.

Although the man in black was more skilled in martial arts than Yang Shangshi, he was forced to retreat repeatedly. After retreating a few steps, he suddenly stepped forward, dodging the pickaxe, and slashed his long knife from an uncanny angle, cutting into Yang Shangshi's ribs, then swung it upwards with a backhand motion.

Sheep tilted his body, his severed arm gathering strength, and actually used his ribs and severed arm to clamp down on the black-clad man. Amidst the sound of steel blades rubbing against bones, the pickaxe, in a "fighting to the death" style, pierced the black-clad man's abdomen from bottom to top. Unfortunately, he was exhausted, and this strike, which could have pierced through his abdomen, only penetrated less than five-tenths of an inch into the flesh.

The man in black, in pain, let out a low growl and channeled his strength into his long sword, cleaving the envoy in two.

Amidst the spray of blood, the man in black, clutching his lower abdomen, staggered a few steps, gazing at the corpse of Envoy Yang with a solemn expression in his eyes. After a long while, he sheathed his sword, then bowed deeply to the body of Envoy Yang—though the man was dead, his fearless spirit had earned him his respect.

He felt a sense of confusion.

With such brave and indomitable people, can this magnificent land truly belong to them?

Zhu Huihui heard the envoy Yang finish speaking and then fall silent, immediately sensing something was wrong. However, she was preoccupied with her own survival and could only run for her life. Surprisingly, she utilized her "Flowing Light and Regret" lightness skill quite well, achieving a speed far exceeding her previous abilities.

However, compared to others, she was still far too slow. The man in black dealt with the sheep envoy, treated his own wounds, and then began to track her. Before long, the distance between them slowly closed.

In the darkness, unable to discern the path, Zhu Huihui and Zhu Huahua panted heavily as they ran. After running for a while, they suddenly lost all sound. She looked up and almost burst into tears.

Ahead, atop a solitary grave, the man in black stood with his knife raised, looking down at her with cold, mocking eyes.

Damn it! They actually came back again!

Forget about her self-pity, she turned and ran again. After running ten paces, she secretly glanced back and saw the man in black standing on the top of the grave, leisurely holding the knife in his arms, not chasing after her.

Strange, why didn't he kill her?

Just as she was wondering what was going on, another ball of fire suddenly appeared in front of her.

A huge ball of fire, a dark, golden-red hue, flickered in mid-air, slowly approaching, like a flame from the depths of hell, luring moths from the night to plunge in, to plunge in…

Zhu Huihui was stunned. Although she couldn't see what was behind the fire, she knew that what appeared at this time was definitely not a good thing!