Chapter 767 – A Single Sigh, One Thousand Li of Mount Han (2/2)

The mountain path was covered in blood and frozen blood, but the several hundred corpses had been randomly thrown to the sides.

The middle-aged scholar was not plucking the zither, but eating something, and half a corpse was at his feet. From the official shoes and the style of the remaining armor, it was probably Ning Shiwei's.

Nanke offered Zhu Ye's corpse to the middle-aged scholar.

The scholar used both his hands to receive Zhu Ye, and then lowered his head and began to eat.

A sound akin to that of a cat eating leftovers, like gravel being thrust into mud, could be heard.

Blood constantly flowed from between his fingers.

In a short while, Zhu Ye's corpse had vanished. Not a single speck remained.

The wind blew against the scholar's clothes. One could see that his belly was a little swollen.

He closed his eyes, remaining quiet for a long time. He seemed to be appreciating the taste or pondering something.

”No wonder he's Zhu Luo's nephew. Although his cultivation is no good, it still carries a little moonlight. It can be said to be a minor supplement, much better than this general.”

The scholar opened his eyes and looked at the rest of Ning Shiwei's corpse at his feet, an expression of disdain on his face.

He took a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped the blood from his lips, moving with great grace. He then walked forward into the darkness of the mountain path.

Nanke remained expressionless towards this gory and terrifying sight as she followed.

With the clear strum of a zither, they came to the snowy valley ten-some li away.

Those demon experts that had attempted to encircle Chen Changsheng were covered in sword slashes, their right hands severed, but they were not yet dead.

When they saw the scholar and Nanke, it was like they had seen a real ghost, their faces instantly becoming ghastly pale.

Nanke glanced at them and said, ”Go die.”

Several streams of green blood exploded as those towering figures crashed into the snow.

Upon hearing Nanke's words, those demon experts had instantly decided to commit suicide!

The courtyard and garden in the valley were already in ruins and the spring lake awash in mist had already become a dry crater. The wooden bridge had been snapped into several dozen pieces and lay like a snake that had been dead for several centuries. All traces of the pavilion had vanished and the beads of ice that filled the sky like catkins were somewhat vexing.

Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi stood on the other side of the lake. An Hua had rescued the general from the ruins, and the two now nervously stood guard in front of the stretcher.

Hai Di stood in the lake, with that weapon that looked like a broken monolith in his hands. It seemed like he was the center of this part of the world.

But in his eyes, whether it was this piece of the world or the vastness of the real world, the true center would forever be that middle-aged scholar who had just appeared.

Nanke ignored him, saying to Chen Changsheng, ”I've helped you resolve many troubles. You owe me a favor.”

Zhizhi didn't recognize her, but given the tone that she spoke to Chen Changsheng with, Zhizhi felt that they should get acquainted. Looking her over, she suddenly realized something and boundless wariness roiled about her eyes.

”You are that Peacock?”

Nanke's expression was somewhat dull as she asked, ”You recognize me?”

”Chen Changsheng mentioned you before.”

Zhizhi raised three fingers and placed them between her eyes. ”He said that the space between your eyes is too broad, that it was clear that you are ill.”

Nanke pondered these words, unsure as to whether she should be angry or not, and her gaze returned to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng did not look at her. His gaze had always been fixed on the middle-aged scholar.

Before this scholar had even appeared, he had already attracted all of Hai Di's attention, even filled Hai Di with limitless fear.

No more than five people in the entire world could make Hai Di feel such fear.

Coincidentally, he had met this middle-aged scholar once, so he knew who he was.

They had met back then in Mount Han.

Tonight, it was still in Mount Han.

Though the two places were separated by one thousand li.

It was truly a coincidence, truly a misfortune.

He sighed.