Chapter 45: Those People (Part One)

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When Xiang Qingniu saw that Fang Jie’s eyes had turned completely red, his heart lurched and almost stopped working. He had never seen anyone whose eyes looked so terrifying before, and he had never seen a pair of eyes that could be described as devilish.

Fang Jie had been though many assassination attempts, but he had powerful guards around him, so he wasn’t in danger.

Today, although it seemed like this assassination wasn’t deadly as well, it was the most dangerous one that Fang Jie had ever experienced. If he were half a second slower, he would be one of the corpses on the ground now.

The closest assassin was only about 20 meters away from Fang Jie, yet he wasn’t killed by the arrow from the crossbow. It was because of his fast reaction and luck.

When that assassin leaped up, the arrowhead reflected the sunlight, piercing one of Fang Jie’s eyes a little.

If it weren’t for this minor warning, Fang Jie wouldn’t have time to pull out his saber.[Support the real translators and read on Noodletown Translations for free.]

Fang Jie had never been this nervous before. His arm muscles were still as hard as iron, and the bulged muscles had a masculine beauty.

Right now, Fang Jie’s right hand was holding his saber, and his left hand grabbed onto Xiang Qingniu’s collar.

“I heard what you said; who are they?” Fang Jie asked as he stared into Xiang Qingniu’s eyes.

Fang Jie was a young man who couldn’t cultivate, and his sea of qi was weaker than an ordinary person. However, he suddenly unleashed a unique presence. Xiang Qingniu had sensed it before; his second senior brother had this sharp and vast presence when he was determined to kill someone. The difference was that his second senior brother’s presence gave others unbearable pressure, yet Fang Jie’s presence was cold and cruel, making others fearful; it was like that of a snake, a saber… or a devil.

“You… your eyes…” Xiang Qingniu didn’t answer Fang Jie’s question, and he subconsciously pointed at Fang Jie’s eyes.

Now, Mu Xiaoyao and Da Quan also discovered the changes in Fang Jie.

Fang Jie froze for a second, and his nerves that were tightly stretched relaxed a bit. The redness in his eyes gradually disappeared, returning to the original black and white.

“What is going on?” he asked.

At this moment, Fang Jie realized that Xiang Qingniu was almost suffocating to death in his hand.

Fang Jie let go of his hand, backed off by a step, and instantly felt like all his energy was gone.

He didn’t know why this was happening. Perhaps it was because he suddenly relaxed after being tensed up for so long, or it might have been caused by something else. Fang Jie was so tired that he wanted to lay down; his legs were too soft to support his body.

However, Fang Jie didn’t fall; he used his saber as a cane to prop himself up.

“First tell me who these people are.”

When Fang Jie asked this question, the caravan fleet of Beckon of the Red Sleeve also slowly stopped in the front, and the crippled old man walked over with the giant liquor gourd on his waist. After glancing at the corpses on the ground, his expression became serious.

“If…” Xiang Qingniu swallowed his saliva forcefully and said with a painful expression, “If my memory is correct, there is a type of people who could hide in the world. Although their strength might be weak, even the top-tier masters would have a hard time discovering them. Therefore… they created many miracles, killing cultivation masters as people with no cultivation strength. But… this is impossible.”

“Why is it impossible?” Fang Jie asked while panting; he felt like his mind was in a mess.

Fang Jie had many questions in his mind, yet he felt like he overlooked something that he should have paid attention to. When he jumped off the horse earlier, he rolled on the ground and dashed into the assassins instead of backing away. Was that conditional reflex? Or did he notice that these assassins weren’t strong? If it were the latter, how calm and calculative would he have to be? However, he didn’t look calm at all.

Xiang Qingniu shook his head and didn’t give an answer.

The crippled old man squatted down and checked the corpses before sighing. Then, he turned toward Fang Jie and said, “If this little daoist’s guess is correct, then I need to suspect and question your background. These people would never target ordinary people; their targets are all unique, and they wouldn’t interfere with other things. These people are assassins who killed assassins and scouts who killed scouts…”

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