The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with a Suicide Note and Conquering All Realms

"By the time you read this letter, I will already be dead."

A line of scarlet words, written in blood, suddenly appeared in my mind without warning.

Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrinking sharply.

There was no warm bed, only a biting cold wind.

My stomach felt like it was being violently churning with a rusty razor blade stuck inside, and acidic fluid was rushing straight to my throat.

"Brother Lin, stop pretending to be dead, swallow a mouthful."

A childish yet fierce voice reached my ears.

Lin Yuan turned his head stiffly.

Under the pale moonlight filtering through the dilapidated cave, a small face smeared with soot from the bottom of a pot was close by.

The teenager's hair was a mess, and he was pressing half a black cornbread, frozen like a stone and smelling rancid, against his chapped lips.

The boy's eyes were extremely wild, like a lone wolf guarding its food, revealing a wariness and a stubborn, twisted determination.

Accompanied by a tearing pain in the back of my head, unfamiliar memories were forcibly injected.

At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, there were abandoned and dilapidated kilns outside Jiaxing City.

The little beggar in front of him who was feeding him stale cornbread was named Yang Guo.

Lin Yuan didn't even have the strength to force a bitter smile.

This is not acting; this is the real martial arts world where human life is as worthless as grass.

My sickly body couldn't even swallow half a stale cornbread.

Before he could even sort out the situation, a sudden clatter of footsteps echoed outside the dilapidated kiln.

"Bang!"

The rotten wooden door was kicked into pieces.

Dirty water mixed with ice shards splashed onto Lin Yuan's face, chilling him to the bone.

Three burly adult men wrapped in tattered winter clothes sauntered in.

The man leading the group had a long scar across his face and was carrying a thick wooden stick stained with dark red blood.

Chen Gouzi, a minor leader of the Huazi Gang.

"Oh, still eating?"

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Chen Gouzi grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and casually knocked over the broken bowl in Yang Guo's hand with a stick.

Half a steamed bun rolled into the stinking, muddy pit.

Yang Guo's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he let out a low growl, arching his back as he lunged forward: "You're asking for death!"

"Guo'er, don't move!"

Lin Yuan mustered all his strength and gripped Yang Guo's tattered sleeve tightly.

He knew he couldn't fight.

Three adult beggars, if they rushed in, would surely die.

In this desolate wilderness where the snow has blocked the way, even wild dogs wouldn't give two dead beggars a second glance.

Chen Gouzi looked down at the two men from his high position and spat a mouthful of phlegm at Lin Yuan's feet.

"Lin Yuan, you sickly wretch, at least you know the rules. I'm not here to collect my dues today."

The wooden stick struck the frozen ground with a resounding clang, like the tolling of a funeral bell.

"The Li family, a wealthy man in the south of the city, lost government silver last night, and the county government needs someone to take the blame. You two have been freeloading off the gang for so long, it's time to do your part. At midnight, under the old locust tree in the south of the city, wait for the constables to come and arrest them."

Yang Guo trembled violently, his fingernails digging deep into the raw flesh of his palms, drawing blood: "Bullshit! Go to jail and take the blame? You think you'll live?!"

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap.

Yang Guo was thrown to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and a bloody gash instantly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You little bastard, who gave you the right to yell at Jiaxing City?"

Chen Gouzi scoffed, raising his wooden stick high and aiming it at Yang Guo's right leg. "Your leg's still useless for running, so I'll cripple it for you first, saving the servants the trouble!"

The wooden stick tore through the cold wind and crashed down with a whoosh!

Lin Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The leg must not be broken!

With a broken leg, you don't even have the right to escape in this chaotic world!

In a flash, he flipped over and used his thin back to shield Yang Guo.

"Bang!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

As if his spine had been smashed by a rusty iron hammer, Lin Yuan's vision went black, and he spat out a mouthful of scalding blood onto the cold mud.

Consciousness was instantly swallowed by darkness.

In the instant his consciousness plunged into the abyss, the blood-dripping letter reappeared in Lin Yuan's mind.

The blood-written words twisted and rearranged on the paper as if they were alive, exuding a chilling sense of despair.

By the time you read this letter, I will already be dead.

[Chen Gouzi forced us to take the blame. I was afraid of being beaten to death, so I chose to accept it. But in the jail, the guards, having taken bribes from Master Li, didn't even interrogate us; they just beat us into a pulp and threw us into the fields to feed the dogs.]

I died with my eyes wide open in disbelief! So I tried the second path—escape!

A bloodbath is going to happen in Lu Family Village tonight. I'm taking Yang Guo there under cover of darkness to escape Chen Gouzi and maybe scavenge for food in the ruins.

Lin Yuan stared intently at the words in the darkness, his very soul trembling.

The handwriting grew increasingly messy, as if the letter writer was experiencing extreme and terrifying torment:

But I was so wrong! Tonight, Lu Family Village will be a battlefield!

[A madwoman named Li Mochou went berserk. I only peeked out from the shadows for a moment before her disciple hurled a few ice-soul silver needles at me, leaving me with a minor cut.]

[It was just a tiny scratch! But it felt like a million ice ants were gnawing at my veins. I lay in the mud and howled for half an hour before I finally managed to scratch myself to death!]

Lin Yuan could almost feel the bone-chilling cold poison, and a chill ran down the back of his neck.

The blood-red words paused abruptly, then surged forth in a frenzy:

But there's always a way out!

Before I died, I saw a disheveled, mad old man named Wu Santong. He went berserk at Shili Pavilion outside the town, and when he cleaved a large tree in two with a single blow, two things fell from his arms!

[A blood-stained copy of "The Essentials of One-Finger Divine Skill," and half a bottle of Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills from Peach Blossom Island!]

Remember! Don't go near that madman. Wait until he's far away before digging in the mud by the dry well! This is our only trump card to turn the tide in this martial arts world!

[Live on! Live on with your brain! I don't want to die again!!]

The last few lines were extremely mournful, then shattered into a sky full of bloody light.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, cold sweat and blood dripping down his chin.

"Brother Lin! You're not dead?"

Yang Guo's voice was choked with sobs as he clung tightly to his shoulders.

Lin Yuan swallowed a mouthful of bloody, sweet-smelling foam, and his eyes underwent a dramatic change in the pale moonlight.

No longer a sickly, dying man, but a wolf that has truly caught the scent of blood.

Should I go to the south of the city to take the blame?

dead.

Go to Lujiazhuang to see the excitement?

dead.

Everything matches perfectly!

This suicide note was his only weapon to break free from this cannibalistic world!

"Guo'er".

Lin Yuan lowered his voice and grabbed Yang Guo's arm tightly with surprising force.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die tonight."

Yang Guo fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes:

"I've wanted to fight them for a long time! I'd rather die than give up!"

"We won't trade our lives; our lives are more precious than theirs."

Lin Yuan slowly stood up, leaning against the earthen wall. The sharp pain in his back made his lips twitch slightly, but his gaze went past the broken door frame and fixed on the two dozing guards in the snow outside the door.

"If you want to live, listen to me."

Lin Yuan casually picked up the sharp-edged shard of porcelain from the ground, hid it in his sleeve, and spoke in a voice as cold as ice.

"We not only have to escape, we also have to kill those two dogs outside!"