C171 (1/2)
”Zhang Song, don't you think I'm ugly?” Dongfang Yi looked up from Zhang Song's embrace and asked.
Zhang Song shook his head lightly. No matter how one looked at it, Dongfang Yi was definitely a great beauty.
Suddenly, Mu Xinyi's image appeared in Zhang Song's mind. Mu Xinyi smiled and asked himself: ”Song, will you marry me?”
Zhang Song's mind was in a mess, he could not help but think of Dongfang Yi as Mu Xinyi.
Zhang Song never thought that Dongfang Yi would cry in his arms. If it was Mu Xinyi, what would happen if she encountered such a situation? Would she cry in her arms?
”He hasn't come back yet. Where did he go?” Zhang Jun kept walking back and forth in the room.
It was already the second day, but Zhang Song was nowhere to be seen in the dorms and in every nook and cranny of the school. When he called, no one answered his cell phone. Not only that, when Zhang Jun called them again, he was unable to get through to their phone. As matters stood, Zhang Jun started to mutter uneasily in his heart. An ominous premonition gradually replaced the optimistic guesses and occupied Zhang Jun's heart.
”Second Brother, should we call the police?” This suggestion was immediately rejected. ”The police will only call after 48 hours!”
”Bullshit.” Zhang Jun was more anxious than anyone else, and his expression was uglier than anyone else's.
”Second brother, I just called Tan Bin. He said that he did not see Zhang Song and Dongfang Yi.”
”Got it!” You guys can go back to school first. ” Zhang Jun waved to the others, then explained to them, ”Go back and only attend your lessons normally, do not say anything, and just pretend that everything is normal. The two of them didn't return, but because there are still matters to attend to. As for the matter of leave of absence, I will naturally contact the Professor Li. ”
Hearing Zhang Jun's orders, the two of them quickly agreed and after saying a few words of consolation, they left Zhang Jun's office and packed their stuff, preparing to return to school.
On the second day, after Zhang Song and Dongfang Yi had a hearty meal of wild fruits, they took the remaining wild fruits with them and continued to walk deeper into the forest.
There was no road to doubt about the mountain's heavy water, and another village was in the shadows. Zhang Song held onto the wooden fork and walked forward while feeling his way through.
Just then, a gust of wind blew past Zhang Song. Zhang Song sensed that he was already too late to dodge, he anxiously pushed Dongfang Yi who was beside him away, and threw the wooden cross towards the direction of the incoming wind.
The forks flew halfway, but were bounced back, a pair of hands full of energy followed the forks that were sent flying back, and struck towards Zhang Song.
Zhang Song knew that he no longer had a way out. If he chose to escape in a hurry, he would only receive more severe injuries. Therefore, Zhang Song did not dodge and welcomed the incoming wind attack. However, the difference in strength between the two was too great. Zhang Song's fist had not even touched the opponent's sleeve before he was struck to the ground with a palm, instantly losing all ability to fight.
An old man walked towards them. At first glance, the old man looked very old, but if one looked closely, he was only about fifty years old. An old, thin face was filled with dignity. When the usually fearless Zhang Song saw this dignified face, he could not help but feel fear in his heart. He felt as if he was surrounded by a thousand sharp blades that would cut open his throat if he moved even a little bit.
”Zhang Song, are you alright?” Dongfang Yi walked over to help Zhang Song up, and asked in concern.
Zhang Song shook his head towards Dongfang Yi, signalling to her that he was okay, and told her not to worry.
The old man stared at Zhang Song, and asked Zhang Song word by word: ”Who is Pathless?”
Pathless is not Pathless, and the one the old man is talking about is not the Six Paths of the Abominable Pathless that we are talking about. The Pathless that the old man spoke of was not an abstract noun of nothingness, but the code name of an assassin. Twenty years ago, this code name and another person represented death.
”Pathless!” The King of Assassins with the King of Assassins, the number one killing technique in this world! As long as they decide to make a move, they can send anyone into hell! ” The old man muttered to himself, as if Zhang Song and Dongfang Yi did not exist.
Dongfang Yi didn't understand the old man's words because she didn't know who Pathless was; however, Zhang Song understood, because not only did he know who Pathless was, he was also related to Pathless that no one knew.
”Pathless? Is that what you're talking about? ” Zhang Song acted like a fool as he looked at the old man.
”It's not what you mean. I'm talking about one person, one of the two most terrifying people in the world.” The old man's expression suddenly became benevolent, and his tone of voice was no longer sharp, as if he was telling a story to someone else.
”I don't understand!” Zhang Song shook his head, and replied the old man honestly.
”You understand!” When the old man said these two words, his expression became fierce once again, and his tone became stern once more. ”If you really don't understand, then you won't have the chance to speak to me now. Dead people won't speak.”
”You mean if I don't know what you're talking about, you'll kill me?” Zhang Song sneered at the old man.
”No, you're wrong!” The old man shook his head, and corrected Zhang Song's words, ”If you really don't know Pathless Origin, then I have already killed you. Of course, she's dead now. ” The old man pointed at Dongfang Yi who was beside Zhang Song.
The old man did not wait for Zhang Song to speak, and continued: ”Just now, I saw that you used Pathless's martial arts, that's why I only used 10% of my power. If I use another ten percent of my strength, even if you don't die, you'll only be in bed for the rest of your life. ”