C29 Death past
The god of death, the terrifying killer of the martial world, he was the real god of death, the white haired, iron shoes, silver mask, Moon Sickle god of death, cold eyes, strong killing intent!
He was a competent killer!
A lot of people in the martial arts world were looking for him to kill!
One head for twelve hundred silver!
Death God had a very ordinary name, Qin Yun. He also had a very happy family, and his parents were alive. In his distant memories, he felt very satisfied and very happy.
That year, he was twenty years old. He had married his wife, a very beautiful girl from the eastern village. From then on, he was even happier. Until one day, the nightmare arrived.
His wife came to borrow salt from a good brother she grew up with, but she didn't return home for a long time. He was worried, so he went to find her. His parents had died when he was 13 years old, and he was left alone in this world. Qin Yun's parents saw him as pitiful, so they took him in. From then on, Qin Yun treated him as his own brother.
Wang Qi was a proud and arrogant person. When he was sixteen, he left Qin Yun's family and built a thatched cottage at the village entrance. From then on, he earned his living from the three fields his parents left him.
Qin Yun talked to him about everything and often helped him with his farm work.
It was a night, and the world was shrouded by a pitch-black night. Qin Yun felt an inexplicable sense of irritation and hurried to Wang Qi's house. He was happily about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard a strange sound.
Qin Yun listened attentively, and the conversation that he had heard made him burn with anger.
"Ah …" Don't... Qi Lang, I... I want more... "Salt home …" His wife's voice came from inside.
"Hehe, what's there to be afraid of? It's already so late, that fellow Qin Yun will definitely not come. He will definitely not disturb our plans."
"True... "Really?"
"Of course it's true. My darling, I miss you so much. I can't take it anymore …"
"Ah …" "Don't worry, ah …"
"…"
"Ah!" Suddenly, the door that wasn't very sturdy was kicked open, causing Wang Qi and Li Yu'er to be greatly alarmed. Li Yu'er cried out in fear as she hurriedly covered her naked body with a sheet. Her body was trembling, because she knew that … Her matter had been exposed. She did not know why Qin Yun would come here so late. She was only panicking because … Her shameful deeds would be exposed to the world. At that time, the entire world would know that she was a lecherous woman.
Wang Qi was also very afraid. When he saw the man standing at the doorway with eyes burning with fury, at this moment, he felt as if death was approaching. He didn't know what would happen next …
Qin Yun walked step by step towards the two of them with heavy steps. He didn't look at Wang Qi, he only looked at Li Yu'er, who was covered by a bedsheet. He … Wife.
His voice suddenly became hoarse. "You, why?"
Why? Why? No one answered him!
"Why?" Qin Yun's ferocity was like that of a wolf's howl, immediately scaring the two of them.
Li Yu'er couldn't answer him. She knew that she brought this upon herself. She felt a strong wave of regret in her heart. She … I'm sorry.
"Brother Qin, right …" "Sorry …" Wang Qi said weakly on the side.
Qin Yun didn't pay any attention to him. He suddenly attacked and pulled away the sheet covering Li Yu'er's body. Immediately, her snow-white body shone under the yellow light, looking tempting.
But at this moment, no one was admiring her demonic body.
Qin Yun roughly grabbed onto Li Yu'er's proud twin peaks. Immediately, Li Yu'er cried out in fear. The sharp pain coming from her chest forced her to scream …
Miserable screams pierced the tranquil night sky.
Qin Yun looked at the screaming Li Yu'er. His eyes were red like a demon's. His nails had pierced deeply into Li Yu'er's breasts. Fresh blood mixed with her floating white breasts and flowed out, covering Li Yu'er's pure white body.
Li Yu'er's hands kept hitting Qin Yun's hands, grabbing and twisting, but she was unable to break free of his demonic hands.
Seeing all this, his body couldn't help but start to tremble. At this moment, the frenzied Qin Yun was like a god of death from hell, causing him to be so terrified that he didn't even have the thought of escaping …
"Ah …" Suddenly, an even more miserable scream startled Wang Qi. When he looked over, he immediately cried out. Qin Yun had actually used a bamboo pole to brutally stab Li Yu'er's lower body, forcefully inserting half of it into the bed. Li Yu'er immediately fainted as large amounts of blood flowed out of her lower body, staining the white and white bedsheets red.
Qin Yun looked as if he was not done yet. He lifted his firewood axe and chopped off Li Yu'er's head. A large amount of blood dyed his body red. At this moment, he was the true god of death, the Shura that bathed in blood.
He continued to chop down, cutting off Li Yu'er's arms and legs, and cutting off Li Yu'er's body into several pieces …
In the pitch-black night, the black wind howled. This was an asura hell with broken limbs and broken body everywhere. Blood dyed the lights in the room red, and in the end, those yellow and old lights seemed to be unable to bear to see it and were extinguished.
Only the devil-like man, the Shura that bathed in blood, wielded the axe of the god of death and hacked Li Yu'er's body into pieces … Shattered...
In the dark thatched cottage, streaks of blood-red light could be seen …
There was another person in the thatched cottage, the one who was scared to death, Wang Qi. He stared blankly at this "god of death", hacking his wife to pieces like mud. He didn't even care that blood and flesh had splashed all over his body, he just sat there motionlessly, because his courage had already been broken …
Finally, the "Death God" turned around and looked at him. "Death God" approached him step by step, even holding that blood-red axe in his hand. He was still blankly staring at the "Death God", his thoughts seemed to have stopped …
"Finally..." Death 's axe had cut his body into pieces...
"Death God" went crazy. He was already dead, and at that moment, his heart was broken … But he had accumulated too much resentment, too much grievance, too much dissatisfaction …
Why? Why did this happen? Why would his beloved wife betray him? Why would his' blood brother 'betray him?
He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure it out …
No one answered him. He carried his axe and walked step by step towards his home.
"Woof …" A burst of barking sounds could be heard. It was a wild dog howling at the "Death God". The "Death God" face was expressionless as he chopped off the wild dog's head with his axe and then turned it into minced meat!
When he got home, he once again raised the Sickle of Death and chopped his father and mother into pieces.
His three-year-old child was smashed into meat paste by an axe strike …
At this moment, he was truly dead …
He came to the Wang Clan and the Wang Clan next door, and chopped their entire family into pieces.
"..."
"..."
In just one night, more than a hundred people in the village had been chopped into minced meat by the "Death God", leaving no one alive.
"Boom …" In the night sky, a bolt of lightning flashed past, seeming to roar again at his actions.
Death shouted, "Why? Why? "Why …" In the midst of the endless wails of grief, his hair turned white …
Why? Why on earth? There were too many things in this world that could not be explained, too many things that could not be answered … Perhaps, he would never know, but why?
He suddenly seemed to wake up. He looked at the piles of flesh and he went mad. He ran at full speed. He rushed into the deep mountains. Thorns pierced his body, and his body was covered in wounds.
In the end, he lost all of his strength. He fell down the cliff, and as he floated in the air, he smiled. He wouldn't be looking for the answer.
However, he did not die. He woke up, perhaps because he was blessed by the heavens, but in this deep valley, he found iron shoes, silver mask, death god Moon Sickle, and a set of martial arts that was capable of turning all hearts to dust.
From then on, he settled down in the deep valley. He put on his mask, not knowing if he wanted the world to not know who he was, or …. He wanted to forget this world!
He put on a pair of shoes made of some unknown metal that weighed a hundred kilograms. His feet were always so heavy … So heavy, so heavy, just like his body, just like his heart …
He loved his weapon, the one that always represented death. He loved the death of others, especially when they were under his sickle. Every time he killed someone, a smile would flash across his eyes that had never melted.
He became a killer and forgot his original name. He only remembered that he was a name, the fearsome name of the people in the Jianghu … Death!
The God of Death had never lost a fight in his entire seven years. He didn't care who the person he wanted to kill, regardless of whether one was rich or poor, strong or weak, a head cost a million silver taels.
He didn't know how many people he had killed, he only knew that there were a lot of them!
He had received a mission entrusted to him by a hidden expert, to kill an outsider. He was here first as an expert, so he did not hesitate to accept it.
He had always made his move at night, but he didn't know why, but he felt like he was "unable to wait any longer". Thus, he had come during the day, but … Unexpectedly, he failed!
This was the first time he felt fear, the first time he felt pain. The pain deep inside his soul had awakened his will to live!
But... And it was instantly defeated by Ling Batian, the "demon".
The god of death, the top assassin in the martial arts world, had actually become Ling Batian's slave.
Even though it was hard for him to accept!
However, he was still convinced!
It was because the pain that came from the depths of his soul had allowed his last trace of will to survive to sell his soul to this "demon", the true devil!
He was even more terrifying than the "Death God"!
Death is only the slave of the Devil.
It was time to go back to work.
"From today onwards, you are my, Ling Batian's, slave. With my, Ling Batian's, name, I grant you this name — Yue Nu.
Death God. "
