Chapter 388 – The Meanings of Our Lives (I) (2/2)

Of course, in the minds of many people, even if he couldn't battle, even if he was so injured that he was almost a cripple, in the end, Su Li was Su Li. He had never lived out his life in this world in any ordinary manner, so how could he so ordinarily leave it?

Chen Changsheng could find no words to respond, but Su Li had his own words that he wanted to say.

”I oppose it.” He looked at the crowd outside the inn and said very solemnly and seriously, ”No matter how I die, I won't agree.”

The rainy streets once again grew completely silent, but the atmosphere was different from before. This period of quiet originated from astonishment. Not everyone here had met Su Li, and none of them had imagined that the legendary Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li would actually be this sort of person. Even at the very last moment of his life, he was still undisciplined and frivolous, not even possessing an iota of the bearing proper for a figure of legends.

”Your objection is in vain.”

Liang Wangsun walked into the ruins of the inn. After silently gazing at Su Li sitting in the chair for a few moments, he bowed. Then he said, ”Ten-odd years ago, when you killed three hundred people of my Liang Household, you should have known that this day would come.”

He then turned to Chen Changsheng at Su Li's side and said, ”As I just said, to use a life to repay a life is the fairest matter, let alone the fact that his one life is paying back for three hundred lives.”

Su Li pushed his messy black hair to behind his shoulders, then said very unconcernedly, ”Whatever you say lah.”

(TN: I generally do not translate these ending interjections because they sound awkward, but it is necessary to do so in this case. The interjection in this case is 咯, which is pronounced as ‘luo’, hence the next paragraph, but which I translate as ‘lah’.)

Hearing this ”lah” word, Chen Changsheng, for some indescribable reason, began to think about Luoluo, and then he began to think about that assassination in the Orthodox Academy, about that demon assassin. He thought about Black Robe and about the battle on the snowy plain. As a result, he still firmly believed that this was not fair, but he no longer had the ability to insist upon his opinion.

The fine rain slowly drizzled down, floating about like threads or string.

Several hundred gazes watched the ruins of the inn, watched Su Li sitting upon his chair, boiling hot and yet icy cold, both happy and reverential.

Su Li's left hand held the Yellow Paper Umbrella, but from beginning to end, his right hand never held the intention of gripping its handle.

From the snowy plains to Xunyang City, through tens of thousands of li of wind and snow, dust and road, these people had already confirmed many times the authenticity of the news: Su Li was heavily injured, incapable of battle. Yet no one dared to look down on him. The most terrifying demon assassination of the past several hundred years, personally planned by Black Robe, had not even managed to kill him. How could a man like this so simply die?

”Miracle” seemed to be a noun that the heavens had created especially for people like him.

The streets were deathly still, with an oppressive and tense air hanging over them.

No one knew when Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun would take action.

Just at this moment, a person preemptively took action.

A rock that had been soaked by the rain came flying from the street and struck Su Li's face.

There was a dull thump.

A stream of blood flowed down from Su Li's forehead.

Chen Changsheng had no strength to help him block that rock.

Su Li also had no strength to block that rock, or even avoid it—one strike to behead a Demon General, one glance to see through a legendary Star Condensation expert, and yet now he didn't even have the strength to avoid a rock.

The streets remained silent, but the atmosphere somewhat changed.

In the drizzling rain, a roar of laughter could be heard.

The crowd turned to look and then realized that the person laughing was the Star Mysteries Sect leader, Lin Canghai. It had been precisely him who had thrown the rock.

Lin Canghai looked up to the second floor of the inn. With a rancorous and elated laugh, he said, ”Su Li, even if all you were today was a dog, you would know to avoid a rock. Right now, it turns out that you're even less than a dog!”

In the drizzle, Su Li's clothes were soaked and his face was pale. As the blood slowly flowed down his head, he seemed exceptionally lonely.

Seeing this scene, although everyone there had come with the single purpose of killing Su Li, they each had their own emotions.