786 The Young Men in Sanyuanli Part II (1/2)

Nightfall Mao Ni 31080K 2022-07-20

Li Guangdi was stunned and he looked at the two knives in Zhang Nianzu's hands, not knowing what to do. Zhang Nianzu said anxiously, ”We're losing the war, what are you still doing here?”

The woman had finally understood what the two young men were doing and was terrified. She said, ”How could you be of any help? You're too young.”

Zhang Nianzu waved the knife in his hand and said, ”We can kill as long as we have knives. I've seen many fights in Chang'an City these years. I've seen blood and I know how to kill people.”

Li Guangdi hesitated and looked back at his mother. His father died long ago so he tried his best to treat his mother nicely, even when his mother inexplicably gave birth to a younger sister. His attitude towards his mother had never changed.

Zhang Nianzu said, slightly angry and annoyed, ”People from the countryside are indeed spineless.”

With that, he turned around and walked outside to the yard.

Li Guangdi stopped him, and then he picked up a steel rake at the corner of the woodshed. He walked out of the door and said, ”When I was killing badgers in the watermelon fields, you were too afraid to even hurt a watermelon.”

Zhang Nianzu looked at him and said joyfully, ”Li IV, I knew you wouldn't let me down.”

It was extremely cold and the storm and snow were outrageous. Thick snow covered the streets.

Chang'an City had already been frozen, and Vermilion Bird Avenue was as quiet as the bottom of the snow lake. There was no other sound but some cough coming out of the snowy depths.

Eldest Brother was coughing at the other side of the storm and snow.

He could wait no longer when he saw Ning Que fail even with the support of the city and was almost killed, so he came into the storm and snow with his Third Sister, Yu Lian.

This was not the moment Yu Lian had been waiting for because Ning Que hadn't separated Chang'an City away from Haotian's world, so they failed again.

The Abbey Dean walked towards Ning Que at the opposite end of the street. His injury was becoming severe but his steps remained steady, leaving only slight footprints on the thick soft snow.

The doors on both sides of the streets were all shut, and the nearby shops were as silent as tombs.

Ning Que sat on the Snow Street, with blood all over his body. The snow under him had been dyed red, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi were hiding in a house. They peered out through the door at the situation on the street. Now it was so cold outside; snowflakes kept falling on their faces, and they felt as if frozen.

The two had been peeping for quite a long time, but they hadn't made any moves yet. It was not because they were literally frozen, it was because they were lonely and afraid.

There was no one in the streets or alleys, and the whole world was so quiet.

They didn't have any help. They didn't see the usual hooligans rampaging through the streets, or those Yulin Royal Guards idolized by all young men in the Tang Empire, not even those cultivators from the Southern Gate Temple. All they could see were both their pale faces and frightened eyes.

They were brave, but after all, they were just ordinary teenagers. Seeing the monster in black defeat the man from the Academy, the fear which had been washed away by warm blood captured them again.

”What do we do?”

Zhang Nianzu's voice trembled slightly, and it sounded like that he was about to cry. But he was holding it back because this was his own idea and he didn't want to be looked down upon by the countryside boy.

Li Guangdi was relatively calm, but his pale face revealed his real thoughts at the moment. He looked at the monster in black walking on the Snow Street through the door crack, and then he said in quivering voice, ”I'll do as you say.”

Zhang Nianzu swallowed to keep himself calm, but his tongue and lips were extremely dry because of nervousness and fear, plus he had nothing to swallow. He felt so ashamed.

Shame was the source of courage, especially for the Tangs.

Zhang Nianzu grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it in his mouth. After chewing it for a moment, he said, ”I'll go first.”

His words sounded muffled because of the snow in his mouth, so Li Guangdi didn't hear him clearly.

But moments later he suddenly realized that Zhang Nianzu had kicked the wooden door open and ran to the street with the knife in his hand. That was when he realized what was happening and he hurried to catch up with him with the rake in his hand.

He reached the street and saw the monster in black. Soon his courage inspired by chewing the snow disappeared by half. His arms turned limp. He looked quite funny, dragging a kitchen knife and the chopper behind him, but he was still running.

”Go to hell, you monster!” He screamed.

Li Guangdi followed him with the rake in his hand. And his face was paler than the snowy streets. Both of his arms kept shaking as if the rake was falling on the ground.