Evil of all ages

Chapter 127 Holding the Truth
It's impossible that all of the hundreds of bandits were martial artists; most of them were ordinary people. They were just tough-looking, ruthless, and willing to shed blood.

But under the onslaught of the demonic sound, they became incredibly vulnerable, and within moments, they all bled from their seven orifices and died.

"Cough cough..."

The old man couldn't help but cough.

He was already old and frail, and the use of the White Bone Demon Harp was extremely taxing, which placed an unimaginable burden on him.

Despite the death of nearly two or three hundred bandits from the demonic sound attack, he did not stop and continued to play the White Bone Demon Harp.

"Hold on!"

"His energy expenditure is greater than ours; he definitely won't last long."

Qian Dengfeng gritted his teeth and persevered.

If he hadn't been fighting Dai Mayun and expending a lot of his internal energy, he would definitely have been able to withstand the continuous onslaught of demonic sounds and go forward to kill the old man.

But there are no "ifs." He and Tan Yang can only passively resist the demonic sound now, and they are unable to get close to the old man at all.

The closer they got, the stronger the sound waves became, and their remaining internal energy was insufficient to protect their internal organs from being shattered by the sound waves.

"Hehe... I'm really lucky today. Not only did I successfully kill Dai Ma Yun, but I also obtained the rare weapon that everyone in the martial arts world wants—the White Bone Demon Harp."

Although Tan Yang was passively circulating his internal energy to resist the demonic sound, his face was full of joy.

He realized that the old man was all bark and no bite, and that if things continued this way, the old man would surely die before them, and then the White Bone Demon Harp would be theirs.

Although many of them have died, in the end, killing Dai Ma Yun and obtaining the White Bone Demon Harp made them a huge winner.

Ten breaths passed
Ordinary people all died, and now it was the turn of top-tier martial artists to bleed from all seven orifices and die.

Fifteen breaths
Even third-rate martial artists couldn't hold on and some died.

Huang Yunyou cultivated innate techniques, which made his internal strength much stronger than that of other third-rate martial artists. However, when faced with this demonic sound, he gradually became confused.

"Could I have guessed wrong? He really is gone."

Cheng Zichen channeled his inner energy into his sister to help her resist the demonic sound, leaving him no time to help Huang Yunyou.

Seeing that Huang Yunyou was in a precarious situation and still hadn't seen Brother Li, he suspected that he had guessed wrong and that Brother Li had already left.

"Wow"

Beside the old man, the air wall rippled like water, and the sixth brother, Huang Taichu, finally emerged from it.

Many people at the scene were stunned to see Huang Taichu appear in this way, unsure whether he was a human or a ghost.

"If you don't stop, not only will my little follower die, but you will also die from overexertion."

Huang Taichu said lightly.

"clatter"

Upon hearing this, the old man, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, immediately stopped, his skin and bones and ten fingers frozen in place.

"You bet right"

When Cheng Zichen saw Brother Li appear, he completely relaxed. He asked his sister to protect him while he sat down cross-legged to recover.

"Are you OK?"

When Cheng Linlin saw Huang Yunyou, who looked like a lump of mud, she dragged him over and asked him a question.

"My head... I feel a little dizzy. Let me rest for a while."

Huang Yunyou did not complain about why Brother Li had only appeared now, and he also sat cross-legged and practiced his internal energy to recover.

The old man swallowed the blood stuck in his throat and turned to look at Huang Taichu standing beside him.

"I am just a protector of the instrument, my death is not a pity."

"I only wish to fulfill Miss's last wish, to deliver the White Bone Demon Harp to the rightful recipient, and then go with Miss."

The young lady the old man mentioned was the previous owner of the White Bone Demon Harp, Lady White Bone.

Lady White Bone was once a member of the Demonic Cult. Thirty years ago, for unknown reasons, she betrayed the cult and disappeared without a trace, taking with her the White Bone Demonic Harp.

"Should we deliver it to the right person?"

"who?"

Huang Taichu asked.

"Anyone who is capable of protecting the White Bone Demon Harp from being taken back by the Demonic Cult, and who is not a notorious villain, is eligible."

The old man replied.

"Was the previous owner of the Magic Harp living in seclusion in such a small place?"

"It's really not easy to find someone capable of protecting the magic harp in such a small place."

Huang Taichu smiled.

"No, I've already found it."

The old man's eyes never left Huang Taichu.

"You mean me?"

Huang Taichu grinned.

"How do you know I'm not a wicked person?" "You know, there aren't any strongmen like me in this small place. Don't you suspect I was sent by the Demonic Cult to steal the White Bone Demon Harp?"

Huang Taichu countered with a question.

“You are not a member of the Demonic Cult, and I had no choice.”

"Because you are strong."

"How could I possibly guard the White Bone Demon Harp in front of you?"

The old man said calmly.

"That's true. If you can't hold on to it, handing it over voluntarily is also an option."

Huang Taichu smiled.

“You shouldn’t have stopped me. If I had traded my old life for the lives of all of them, no one would have known that the White Bone Demon Harp was on you.”

The old man saw that there were nearly sixty people alive at the scene and felt that Huang Taichu should not have stopped him, but should have let him die with these people.

"escape"

Upon hearing this, Qian Dengfeng and Tan Yang did not hesitate any longer and turned to flee.

The way Huang Taichu appeared was truly shocking to them.

Seeing the two men flee, Huang Taichu pulled a pistol from his pocket without saying a word.

Yes, he has no sense of martial ethics; the pistol was a manifestation of his mind.

"boom"

One shot, one kill

Tan Yang was hit in the back of the head, and the bullet exited from his forehead.

The pistol was a manifestation of Nen, as were the bullets. Whether or not someone else would pick up the bullets depended on whether Huang Taichu wanted to.

Unexpectedly, the bullets that were fired disappeared after a few breaths.

If you want, bullets will exist forever.

Qian Dengfeng, who was fleeing, stopped when he saw Tan Yang fall to the ground, too afraid to move.

Because Huang Taichu had already pointed a pistol at him, his martial arts instincts made his hair stand on end, and the aura of death enveloped him deeply.

It was as if he was being told that if he dared to move, he would definitely die.

At the moment the gunshot rang out, no one at the scene knew what had happened; they only saw that Tan Yang was already dead.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the pistol in Huang Taichu's hand. What kind of hidden weapon was this? How could someone die just from hearing a sound?

"Isn't Brother Li's specialty throwing knives?"

"Could I have misunderstood? Is this hidden weapon Brother Li's 'flying knife'?"

"very scary"

Huang Yunyou was alarmed.

Cheng Zichen and the young man were both unsettled when they saw the pistol, as this hidden weapon brought them a strong sense of crisis.

"Forget it, you should just die."

"boom"

Huang Taichu felt that keeping Qian Dengfeng was useless, so he simply shot him dead.

Qian Dengfeng felt wronged; he didn't even have time to say his last words before his consciousness was swallowed by darkness.

The surviving bandits panicked, but they dared not move.

Because this unknown hidden weapon was so terrifying, the second and third leaders didn't even have a chance to fight back before they died.

Not to mention those small fry like them.

"Come, come... let me introduce you to the weapon I'm holding, it's called Truth!"

"Why is it called truth? Because when you hold the truth in your hands, others will honestly reason with you."

"However, it has one weakness: its magazine capacity is not high."

"It can only hold twelve bullets. After firing twelve bullets, you have to change the magazine or reload before you can use it."

Huang Taichu lied.

Since the pistol is materialized from Nen, there is no need to change the magazine or load bullets; it can fire an unlimited number of bullets simply by converting it with Nen.

The reason for saying this is that one must always give others a glimmer of hope; if a pistol had no flaws, people would be driven to despair.

Moreover, to see his throwing knives, one must undergo two trials, with the first being a pistol.

Only those who survive twelve bullets can face the second baptism.

If the first baptism is made so difficult, he probably won't even have a chance to use his throwing knives in this world.

If Li Xunhuan never had the chance to use his flying dagger in his entire life, then what kind of flying dagger is he?

(End of this chapter)