Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 15 Xuanyin again
The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the clouds in the western sky.

On an ancient path in the wilderness, a figure in red stumbled and sprinted, its crimson hem sweeping across the jagged rocks, leaving a winding trail of blood on the scorched earth. The desperate figure, now devoid of his former grace, only oozes dark red blood from his mouth and ears, and every step leaves a cinnabar mark on the loess.

In my mind, everything in the dream became more and more real under the reflection of the bloody reality.

“Cough cough…ha…cough cough…”

Fan Qiliang smiled bitterly, and a broken laughter mixed with blood foam overflowed from his mouth. Recalling the decisive scene before, Fan Qiliang felt that his life was just a joke.

Or, dying at the hands of the drummer, just like in a dream, wouldn't be so bad? The separation of flesh and blood, the disappearance of body and soul, at least it wouldn't be as painful as it is now. Xiao Le'er, oh Xiao Le'er, the time you fought so hard to earn, now it seems, is coming to an end...

Fan Qiliang had thought about ending her own life, at least that way she wouldn't suffer.

The more you love someone, the more you cherish them, the more you want to torture them to death. Fan Qiliang dared to say that she absolutely understood the drum master best in the world. If she fell into the drum master's hands, she would only end up in a miserable state, unable to live or die. But she had to admit that when she thought of such an outcome, she actually felt a glimmer of hope in her heart.

"What a contradictory mood... Women are such contradictory creatures, ha..."

One is escaping, the other is chasing, life and death are alternating back and forth. Fan Qiliang is seriously injured and gradually reaching the end of his life. His slowing steps and heavy body can no longer support him on the road to escape. However, his exhausted body and gradually blurred vision, before the final darkness, he vaguely sees a water-blue figure stepping on the dust and hurriedly approaching.

Is it her? Haha… Looks like Heaven is about to make me forget myself and become desolate…

"Is it... Fan Qiliang?!" After seeing the face of the person clearly, Qin Juexian, who had come all the way here in search of traces of a love murder, did not expect that the person in front of him was an unexpected figure, covered in blood and dust, falling in the mud, looking miserable.

Seeing Gu Xiao passed out, Qin Juexian frowned slightly and quickly stepped forward. He gently felt his pulse and was shocked to find that his body was raging like a raging dragon. Looking up, he saw that all four orifices were severely damaged.

"This is He Lang's ability to play the drum, but with his level of skill, how could he have injured Fan Qiliang so severely?"

Fan Qiliang's life was hanging by a thread. If he was ignored, he would surely die on Daoye. Qin Juexian looked at the man in red who had already fainted, and his heart struggled for a moment, and finally he sighed.

"Well, let me just consider it as a way of repaying you for having someone help me in the past."

Previously, when she was overseas in Acacia, Qin Juexian encountered someone who was seeking revenge, and it was the sound of a flute that helped her escape. Although Qin Juexian knew that the person lurking in the dark might not have any good intentions towards her, if she had not been helped, she would have been killed in the ambush in Acacia.

However, just as Qin Juexian was about to take Fan Qiliang away, a hurried sound of footsteps accompanied by a dull drum beat came. A hint of hope flashed across Qin Juexian's face. He picked up Fan Qiliang and dodged past. Looking at the source of the sound, he saw a white robe.

"He Lang, is that you?" Qin Juexian called out softly with a trembling voice, but felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar when she met those bloodshot eyes.

Those eyes, that person, should have been the most familiar existence, but at this moment they looked so strange.

Although the person in front of him had the appearance of He Changling, there was only burning hatred in his eyes, which made the person in front of him look like a hateful beast, without any trace of humanity.

"He Lang, you..." Qin Juexian looked at He Changling, unable to say what to continue.

"The strings of the zither are broken." The heart is empty. After the transaction, there is no longer any love or entanglement. The memories that roll out of the mind can no longer arouse any attachment in the heart. On the contrary, there is only endless hatred.

Fan Qiliang suffered the pain of being skinned alive and became a beast in pig skin, while Qin Juexian betrayed their feelings and made him feel extremely painful.

"Break the strings of the zither!" After an angry shout, the drummer used the Heaven-shaking Drum again. With a loud bang, the huge drum flew to the ground and the drummer jumped onto the drum.

"He Lang..." Qin Juexian opened his eyes wide, tears flowing out of his eyes uncontrollably. In that look and that voice, Qin Juexian could only hear hatred and murderous intent.

So, he actually hated her too?! He wanted to kill her! When one's heart is completely devoid of love, even a hint of hatred is enough to unleash a monstrous sea of ​​vengeance!
"Very good, very good. It's the law of nature. Today is the day to end it all!" The drummer laughed wildly, shaking the heavens and the earth. "Today, I will bury the two of you together!"

With a cry of revenge, he slammed the drum with his palm. The sound of the drum shook the sky and the thunderous sound swept out. Qin Juexian, who was mentally and physically traumatized, was still immersed in the words of the drum master and couldn't extricate himself. Even when the killing move was approaching, he didn't react.

How could he...

Just when Qin Juexian was in danger, he heard a roar, and his unparalleled evil power pierced his face, instantly causing thousands of feet of dust to rise.

"Um?!"

The drummer looked at the person who came, but found that the person was weak and looked like a dead person. He paused with every step and exuded a terrifying evil aura.

It was——

"Love killing!"

Qin Juexian saw the figure of the person coming, but couldn't believe it.

Is the person in front of me really a murder of passion?
Qingsha said nothing, but dragged his feet, his body shaking with every step, as if he was experiencing severe pain.

Qin Juexian was about to say something when she saw Qingsha turn around. She saw Qingsha's eyes were blank and silent, his pupils were gray, and she was shocked. She was about to ask, but she only heard a hoarse and dry voice, as if someone had squeezed it out of his throat -

"Walk……"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tremendous demonic power gathered into a whirlwind, forcibly carrying Qin Juexian and Fan Qiliang, who was held in Qin Juexian's arms, away from the battlefield.

"Want to leave? Where to go?"

How could the drummer sit idly by and watch his enemy leave? He stepped on the Zhentian Drum and forced Qin Juexian to stay. He killed them without saying a word and turned around. The terrifying evil energy emanated from his body and gathered into a blade. He responded with a knife. The sound of drum and the energy of knife collided, causing the ground to crack and the mountains to collapse.

"What did you deal with this time?" Looking at the murder of passion, the drummer asked coldly.

Qingsha said nothing, but just turned his palm and took a deep breath, and the evil power increased again.

"Neither human nor ghost, it's just like you!"

No matter it was the desolate scene or the broken strings of the zither, including the murder of love before his eyes, the drummer with a hollow heart had only hatred in his heart at this moment, and urged the Zhentian drum to play again, a pair of murders of love.

Today, if I kill you for love, you will die!

goddess……

Looking at the drummer in front of him, he chose to trade with the pawnshop out of passion. Standing there, the hatred in his heart continued to rise. The purest hatred gave rise to the most extreme murderous intent, even at the cost of dying together with the person in front of him.

He stood here today for only one thing—

Drummer, I will go to hell with you for this crime of passion!
(End of this chapter)