Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 9 Linghu Shenyi

Jealousy is a primitive emotion hidden in the heart of a person since birth, like a deep pool in the dark night, unfathomable.

When people face the things they once had but are forced to lose, this emotion is like a prairie fire, burning fiercely and devouring all reason and warmth.

At this moment, the drummer stood there, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, staring coldly at the murder in front of him.

Although Qingshao had lost the "knife" that made him famous, he still stood by Qin Juexian like a flower protector, steadfastly guarding her. This scene was like a sharp thorn that pierced the drum master's heart, causing an indescribable jealousy to surge in his heart.

"Murder of passion! Are you naive enough to think that if you let the drummer restore He Changling's appearance, he will be grateful to you and worship you like a god?" The drummer's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, icy cold without a trace of warmth.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze like a knife, fixed on the murder of passion, and his words were filled with endless chill and threat: "Tell me everything about that pawnshop, and today I will spare your life and Qin Juexian's life, and let you both leave in peace. Otherwise, the drummer will grant you your wish for death!"

Recalling the moment when Qin Juexian had resolutely struck him in a murder for love, the drummer felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing him simultaneously. In that moment, his heart felt as if it were encased in a layer of solid ice, burying the deep affection he once had for Qin Juexian deep in his heart. He secretly resolved that he would never again harbor even a trace of longing for a woman who had betrayed him, nor would he show any mercy or show mercy. From now on, the drummer's heart was devoted to only one person and one thing, and not even Qin Juexian could ever shake him in the slightest.

"He Lang..." Qin Juexian murmured softly, lips trembling slightly as he gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar man before him. The once gentle and affectionate He Changling now stood against him, severing all ties with him and threatening life and death. This drastic change was difficult for Qin Juexian to accept. He felt as if he were in a dream, filled with disbelief and pain.

Under the double blow of physical injuries and mental trauma, Qin Juexian's face turned pale as paper, bloodless, and her body was shaky, as if a breeze could blow her down. At this moment, her mind was in a mess, and she didn't even have time to think about the mysterious "pawnshop" mentioned by the drummer.

When Qingsha heard the drummer's words, his fury instantly ignited, like a raging wildfire, uncontrollable. He didn't resent the drummer's ingratitude, because everything he had done was simply to break the strings of his zither, and he never expected gratitude from the drummer. In his eyes, the drummer was nothing more than a beast blinded by hatred, devoid of reason and emotion.

However, he simply couldn't bear it. Qin Juexian had given so much, sacrificed so much for the Pi Gushi, yet the Pi Gushi remained so indifferent, unmoved. "Pi Gushi, you're worse than an animal!" Qingsha tightly grasped the Mercy Slash in his hand, his eyes wide with anger as he stared at the Pi Gushi, the rage in his eyes threatening to consume him.

Upon hearing this, the drummer paused for a moment, then burst into unbridled laughter. His laugh was like the cry of an owl, filled with endless mockery and violence. "A beast? From the moment the drummer donned that wild boar skin, he no longer considered himself a human. He's nothing more than a beast driven by hatred. No matter how much you curse him, how can you shake him in the slightest?"

"Master Pi Gu, you deserve to die!" Qingsha was furious and hateful to the extreme. He swung the Merciful Slash and attacked Master Pi Gu regardless of everything.

However, at this point, his blade movements were completely lost, his technique completely fuzzy, and his moves were riddled with flaws. Furthermore, his foundation was far inferior to that of the drum master. The drum master simply struck the drum lightly, and invisible waves of sound spread out like a surging tide. Unable to dodge, Qingsha was immediately struck by the sound wave, sent flying backwards, and landed heavily on the ground, spitting blood. He was severely injured and unable to rise.

"Love killing..." Qin Juexian was anxious when he saw this. He supported his injured body and went forward to hug Qingsha, his eyes full of worry and concern.

Looking at this scene, the drummer felt even more irritated, as if millions of ants were crawling in his heart.

"He Lang, please let go of this murder of passion." Qin Juexian raised her head and looked at the drummer with tears in her eyes. Tears rolled down her face like beads with broken strings. She looked like a pear blossom in the rain, and anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.

"Woman, you are no longer qualified to beg the drummer. I offered you a way out, but since he refuses, I will send him to his grave!" The drummer's eyes were cold and his words were resolute, leaving no room for negotiation. The moment he finished speaking, he raised his palm high and beat the drum again.

"Kill!" A roar like thunder, deafening the ears. As the drummer's palm fell, a dull drumbeat rang out, like the tolling of a death knell.

Then, there was a shrill wail, a sound filled with pain and despair. And behind it all, there was a faint sigh, filled with endless vicissitudes and helplessness.

At this critical moment, a flash of sword light flashed by like lightning, forcing the drummer to block it in an instant. A gentle-looking old man with gray hair and a gray robe wielded a cane, which he wielded like a sword. His physique was nimble, and his sword moves were fierce. Each move and form displayed the exquisiteness of a superior sword technique, and his every gesture betrayed his extraordinary foundation.

"It's you again, Linghu Shenyi!" Seeing this, the drum master's face suddenly changed. He couldn't help but shout coldly, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. "I haven't settled accounts with you about what happened back then. Do you really think that the drum master is easy to bully?"

"Alas, He Changling." Linghu Shenyi sighed softly, his voice filled with helplessness and emotion. His cane swung out swift, sharp blades of wind, like a fortress of steel, neutralizing the drummer's attacks one by one. Just as the two men retreated after receiving their blows, Linghu Shenyi seized the opportunity and, with a ghostly flash, slid to the sides of Qingsha and Qin Juexian, then quickly left the battlefield with them.

"Linghu Shenyi!" The drummer looked at their departing backs and let out an angry roar.

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Inside Jufengli, Qin Juexian had endured a thrilling life-and-death battle, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted. After taking the medicine, she finally gave up and fell into a deep sleep.

In the courtyard, Linghu Shenyi stood quietly, his eyes gently watching Qingsha. His expression was as calm as ever, and he showed no trace of blame for the many disasters Qingsha had caused. Qingsha looked at the man who was technically his uncle, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. The word "thank you" lingered in his throat for a long time, but he could not utter it.

Linghu Shenyi didn't seem to care about this, and simply said softly, "With Madam Feng's speed, they should be at Jufengli in half a minute. Before that, why don't you tell me what you've done? At this moment, I'm not here as your uncle, but as an elder who cares about you, and I'm listening to your heart."

"Of course, if you don't want to tell me, I won't force you. But now that you're facing the drummer, you need to think carefully about whether you still have the ability to protect Feng Ma and Qin Juexian from him. You're no longer a child, and you must consider the consequences of your actions. Sometimes, blindly concealing things and being stubborn isn't a sign of maturity."

After hearing this, Qingsha fell into a deep silence. Linghu Shenyi didn't say anything more, but turned around, with his back to Qingsha, leaving him enough space to think.

Qingsha looked at Linghu Shenyi's back, his heart torn between his conscience and his desires, and he was in great pain. He knew that every word Linghu Shenyi said was true, and that he really didn't have enough ability to protect Qin Juexian and Feng Ma now.

Tracing back to the source, this matter was all caused by me, so it was only right that I should end it myself. How could I drag innocent people into this dispute and put them in danger?
Should he reveal everything to Linghu Shenyi and seek his help? Or...

No! Since the dangers facing the goddess and Feng Ma all came from the drummer, all he had to do was go to the pawnshop again and exchange everything he had for the drummer's life.

That’s right, that’s all you need to do!

Seeing that Qingsha remained silent and unwilling to say anything, Linghu Shenyi sighed secretly in his heart.

At this moment, hurried footsteps could be heard from afar, getting closer and closer, and soon reaching the entrance of the courtyard. Then, an old but familiar voice reached everyone's ears: "Master, Master..."

"Madam Feng!" When Qingsha heard the voice, his eyes instantly turned red. He ran over and hugged Madam Feng tightly.

Looking at the scene of Qingsha and Feng Ma hugging each other, Linghu Shenyi felt both relieved and heavy in his heart.

A murder of passion, his brother's only blood, but...

A murder of passion...

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"It seems that the pawnshop will soon welcome returning customers." Li Xuanxiao looked at everything in the picture quietly, as if he knew everything, and whispered to himself.

Suddenly, the image in the picture changed drastically, and in the wilderness, a thrilling chase was nearing its end.

Zhang Maojun was covered in blood and tattered clothes. He was exhausted and even his feet were a little unsteady. Behind him, Ming Zhan's eyes were as cold as ice, as if he was taking his own life. Each step was heavy and slow, but it also carried a chilling sense of oppression. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Zhang Maojun.

"You can't escape." Ming Zhan held the hairpin sword that Zhang Maojun had lost during the fight. The blood on the hairpin sword had dried up and the color had become dark after being chased for a day and a night.

"Yes, I can't escape." Zhang Maojun raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes full of calmness and peace. He knew that he had no escape and no longer wanted to escape.

During his escape, he had marked the route and passed on important messages, hoping that it would serve as a warning to his brothers.

"Come on." Zhang Maojun slowly drew the soft sword from his waist. The blade trembled slightly, but it revealed a determination to die rather than surrender. Even though he knew he was no match for Ming Zhan, he still wanted to end his life in a decent way.

"As you wish." Ming Zhan nodded slightly, and the hairpin sword in his hand rose slightly, and the sharp aura of the famous swordsmanship spread instantly.

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)