Evil of all ages

Chapter 114 Sister, I survived.
Looking back, Huang Yunyou saw the silver-medal swordsman gradually catching up with Chen Xiaohei and the others, so he burst into even greater speed and chased after Lin Zhan and the other two.

Although Huang Yunyou lacked combat experience, he practiced the innate martial art, Baiyun Gong, which was far superior to the common martial arts practiced by Lin Zhan and the other two.

This made Huang Yunyou's internal energy flow more smoothly, had greater endurance, and was more explosive than Lin Zhan's.

Lin Zhan and his companion saw that Huang Yunyou was getting faster and faster and was about to catch up with them, only five steps away.

They panicked, and when Huang Yunyou was three steps away from them, they finally couldn't hold back and drew their swords to slash backward.

Huang Yunyou had long been on guard against Lin Zhan and the other man making a move against him.

Although he is a newcomer and his fighting ability may not be as good as these two veterans, his innate skill makes his movements incredibly smooth.

He crouched down and slid in, overtaking Lin Zhan and the other man.

Once he overtook them, Huang Yunyou's speed increased even more, gradually widening the gap between him and Lin Zhan.

"what"

"what"

"..."

Chen Xiaohei and his group, who were far behind, were in trouble and were caught up by the silver-ranked swordsman on horseback.

The silver-ranked swordsman showed no mercy to Chen Xiaohei and his companions. His weapon was a long whip, which he could wrap around a person's waist with a single stroke.

With a sharp pull, he threw it towards the white-haired witch.

The first unlucky guy was thrown at the white-haired witch like a human cannonball.

The white-haired witch's icy beauty remained completely unmoved. Her three thousand white hairs seemed to come alive, extending like swatting flies, swatting down the first unlucky one.

The silver-medal swordsman didn't stop; he continued to use his long whip to wrap around the second unlucky man and throw him at the white-haired witch.

After tossing it, the third one came right away...

Huang Yunyou, who was running at the front, was overjoyed when he saw the seven horses ahead. He thought that as long as he rode his horse and let the other horses run free, Lin Zhan and the others would all perish here.

"whoosh"

Huang Yunyou kept an eye on what was behind him, and when he heard the sound of something cutting through the air, he immediately turned his head to dodge.

Huang Yunyou dodged the longsword that Lin Zhan had thrown at him.

Perhaps due to luck, the projectile sword missed its target, but instead severed the ropes of all six horses tied to the same tree trunk further ahead.

The reins of six of the seven horses were freed by the long sword, leaving only one horse, which, by sheer coincidence, belonged to Huang Yunyou.

Seeing this, Huang Yunyou laughed at Lin Zhan for courting death and, without hesitation, kicked up a stone to catch him.

He shattered it into several pieces with great force and hurled them at the six freed horses.

The horse was startled when it was hit on the rump by a stone and scattered in all directions.

Lin Zhan's face darkened when he saw the situation he had created.

Now there's only one horse left, and Huang Yunyou is still far ahead of them. If Huang Yunyou rides away on the last horse, they're doomed.

Seven steps away from the horse, Huang Yunyou pounced over, quickly untied the reins, and mounted it.

"whoosh"

Another long sword flew over.

It was projected from a third-rate martial artist next to Lin Zhan. They couldn't escape, and they might just watch Huang Yunyou escape.

“Pu”

The long sword that flew towards us had a third of its blade embedded in the horse's neck.

As the horse fell to the ground, Huang Yunyou flipped himself off.

Seeing his mount fall over, Huang Yunyou was also furious, but he dared not linger.

Without giving Lin Zhan and the other third-rate martial artist a chance to retrieve their weapons, he drew his longsword and saber and ran away.

Seeing that it was difficult for Lin Zhan to catch up with Huang Yunyou, he couldn't help but look back. What he saw made him break out in a cold sweat.

There was no one behind them, and the silver-medal swordsman was only thirty paces away.

He decisively gave his companion a look, signaling that they were preparing to split up and escape.

"whoosh"

"whoosh"

Just as they were about to split up and escape, the silver-ranked swordsman saw through their intentions and threw two darts at them.

His companion was pierced through the thigh by a dart, while he was pierced through the calf.

"It's over" x2
The same thought arose in both of their minds at the same time.

The silver-ranked swordsman didn't care how gloomy their hearts were. With a flick of his whip, he swept the two of them up and threw them towards the white-haired witch. He continued chasing after Huang Yunyou.

"Damn it, there's no point in doing this, why are you still clinging to me like this?"

Huang Yunyou saw from afar that Lin Zhan and the other person were thrown up hard by the silver-plated swordsman, and then swatted down hard by the white-haired witch like flies.

One was smashed onto a large rock, blood slowly flowing out; the other was pierced through by a broken piece of wood.

It was clear that neither of them would survive, which greatly pleased Huang Yunyou.

But when he saw the silver-medal swordsman chasing after him, he became unhappy again and started cursing.

He had no choice but to run away.

But humans have their limits, and gradually, his physical strength and internal energy were almost depleted.

As the silver-plated swordsman drew closer, Huang Yunyou threw both his longsword and his longsword, but the swordsman easily dodged them all.

"whoosh"

Seeing how tenacious the little mouse was, the silver-medal slinger threw a dart at it.

A chilling sense of crisis washed over him, forcing Huang Yunyou to dodge to the side.

"what"

The silver-medal swordsman was also surprised to see that Huang Yunyou was able to dodge his darts.

But it was only a slight surprise that he caught up quickly on horseback, closing the distance rapidly.

"Ah~"

"I can't run anymore."

Exhausted, Huang Yunyou could only watch helplessly as the long whip came, wrapped around his waist, and threw him toward the white-haired witch on the treetop behind him.

"She's really beautiful, but it's a pity she's a ruthless killer."

He flew towards the white-haired witch, and Huang Yunyou's fear disappeared because he had resigned himself to his fate.

He opened his eyes and looked at the white-haired witch. As the distance between them grew closer, he could see that the white-haired witch's face was as white as snow.

Those cold, beautiful eyes were devoid of any worldly desires, and those cherry-red lips, as vivid as blood, added a unique allure like the finishing touch to a painting.

Such exquisite women are more beautiful than those fairy maidens from the martial arts world, and are more likely to arouse a man's possessiveness.

Unfortunately, he was just a nobody; such a thorny rose is best admired from afar.

"Father, your son is useless and unable to avenge you."

After sighing inwardly, Huang Yunyou closed his eyes and awaited his death.

What he didn't know was that when the white-haired witch saw his face clearly, even her heart, which was as cold as ice, was shaken.

Her white hair became soft and smooth, and she caught Huang Yunyou, holding him in mid-air.

There was always a man named Lao Liu nearby, playing with a throwing knife in his hand, which seemed ready to fly out at any moment.

Huang Yunyou sensed something was wrong. He opened his eyes and saw that the white-haired witch was looking at him strangely. He didn't know what was going on.

"Like, so similar!"

The white-haired witch's slightly icy voice reached Huang Yunyou's ears.

This made Huang Yunyou feel strange, as he had read many storybooks.

This plot suggests he resembles someone else.

This led him to speculate that he was like the White-Haired Witch's sweetheart.

Or is he like the White-Haired Witch's younger brother, or some kind of relative?
Just as Huang Yunyou was speculating, the white-haired witch suddenly threw him onto a big tree and continued chasing after the silver-plated swordsman.

"Hehe... Sister, I survived."

After surviving the ordeal, Huang Yunyou first remembered his sister telling him that he was destined to suffer a calamity as a ghostwriter.

Is this the tribulation he has already overcome?
Or is this not his destined tribulation, and his destined tribulation has not yet arrived?
Regardless, he survived.

He didn't stay in the tree any longer and climbed down.

Just as he was debating whether to loot the corpse or leave quickly.

A snow-white figure floated over. No need to think anymore, the White-Haired Witch has returned.

Her return means that the silver-medal ghostwriter is dead.

Whether he can leave or not depends on the White-Haired Witch's decision.

(End of this chapter)