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

Chen Gouzi lay face down in the snow, dark red blood oozing from the hole on the back of his head, and he was already lifeless.

Lin Yuan didn't even glance at him.

He bent down, grabbed the dog-beating stick from the ground, and rubbed it hard on the frozen snow crust.

After scraping away the blood and flesh scraps, he casually tossed them into the darkness.

Then he lifted his foot.

With a blank expression, he stomped and kicked the deepest blood pits on the ground.

The northwest wind is blowing hard, and the snowflakes are like fine sand.

In less than half an incense stick's time, this hellish scene will be wiped clean by the heavy snow.

Yang Guo stood frozen behind him, staring intently at the pool of blood, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"Brother Lin, is he... dead?"

"have no idea."

"Aren't you going to check on its breathing?"

"Need not."

Lin Yuan had already started walking towards Jiaxing City, his steps frighteningly steady.

Whether they're dead or alive is none of our business anymore.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and followed, his footsteps on the snow heavier than usual.

After walking silently for about a hundred steps, the stubborn young man suddenly spoke.

"Have you...killed someone before?"

"no."

"Then what you just did...?"

"first."

Lin Yuan stopped and turned to look at Yang Guo. In the pale moonlight, his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Scared?"

Yang Guo suddenly straightened his neck, like a young wolf with its fur standing on end.

"I didn't!"

"Then put away your useless thoughts."

Lin Yuan turned his head and continued forward, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the wind direction tonight.

"Remember, from the moment that stick was struck, we were no longer beggars. Beggars have no right to live in this cannibalistic world."

Yang Guo did not respond.

But his steps no longer hesitated, and he followed closely in Lin Yuan's footprints.

After running for half a mile, Lin Yuan suddenly stopped.

He was like a vigilant cheetah, his eyes fixed on the black roof of a residential building in the distance.

Under the waning moon, two figures moved one after the other, as light as a wisp of water leaving no trace.

It leaped and bounded across the snow-covered tiles, heading straight for the towering flames of fire in Lujiazhuang.

The man at the front carried a broad bow on his back, his figure as still as a deep pool and as imposing as a mountain.

The woman, half a step behind, held a bamboo stick and moved with a graceful, ethereal grace.

Lin Yuan only needed to observe for three breaths to confirm who it was.

"Guo'er, do you see those two people on the roof?"

Yang Guo narrowed his eyes, his pupils contracted slightly, and his voice revealed an instinctive awe.

"I saw him. That big guy... his martial arts are amazing. Even from this distance, I can feel his aura."

"Um."

Lin Yuan nodded, his tone resolute.

"That's a rare hero in the world. Listen carefully, and do whatever I tell you to do next. This is about whether we can truly live like human beings."

Yang Guo immediately frowned, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

"What is it?"

"When they come down, just start crying. The more miserable the better."

Yang Guo's eyes widened as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Cry? Even if I, Yang Guo, have my legs broken, I will never shed a single tear in front of others!"

"Do you want to live like a stray dog ​​your whole life, or do you want to learn that old madman's ability to chop down a tree with one blow?"

Lin Yuan turned around abruptly, staring intently at him, his gaze like a tangible blade.

"If you want to learn, listen to me. Crying isn't shameful; what's shameful is dying in a mud pit with no one to collect your body!"

Yang Guo opened his mouth, his chest heaving violently a few times, but in the end he swallowed back the words "I won't cry".

"...What do you want me to do?"

The only way for Guo Jing and Huang Rong to reach Lu Family Village was a dirt road that passed through a dilapidated, withered forest.

Lin Yuan had already thoroughly familiarized himself with the terrain using his memories from his previous life and the information in the will.

He pulled Yang Guo down to a sheltered snow slope by the roadside.

Pressing him down as he lay half-reclined on the frozen ground, they wrapped him tightly in the tattered cotton-padded coat that smelled sour.

"Close your eyes, part your lips slightly, and breathe softly. You've been starving for three days; you look terrible enough. Don't pretend."

Yang Guo obediently lay down, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Where did you learn this...?"

"Yeluzi."

Lin Yuan knelt down beside Yang Guo, grabbed Yang Guo's hands, which were frozen purple, and began to rub them vigorously.

It's not acting, it's genuinely bad.

Rough palms rubbed against frozen flesh, forcibly bringing out a sickly tinge of blood.

Only the most authentic truth could fool Huang Rong's eyes.

Yang Guo's hand jerked violently in pain, but he clenched his teeth and didn't dodge.

The cold wind was like a knife, and the withered branches, unable to bear the accumulated snow, made a snapping sound that made your teeth ache.

The distant firelight turned half the sky a blood-red hue.

The muffled screams were crushed by the wind and snow.

As Lin Yuan estimated the distance, he suddenly let out a hoarse wail.

The voice was filled with heartbreaking despair.

"Guo'er, hold on! Guo'er... don't fall asleep!"

There was no trace of acting, because this was Lin Yuan's roar against his fate.

If someone truly falls in this world, no one can hold on until dawn.

After the three shouts, a very faint sound of clothes rustling through the air came from the withered forest behind them.

"Brother Jing, there are people over there."

A clear, crisp female voice rang out, tinged with instinctive wariness.

Then came a deep, steady male voice.

"Let's go down and take a look."

Two figures landed on the official road like startled swans.

Guo Jing stepped forward and, using the light of the snow, took a closer look.

A thin boy was curled up in the mud, with blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyelids were bruised, and he was barely breathing.

Another, older boy was kneeling in the snow, frantically rubbing his hands and feet.

The thin, tattered shirt fluttered in the cold wind like a fallen leaf in a gale.

Without the slightest hesitation, Guo Jing ripped off his thick mink coat and bent down to wrap Yang Guo tightly in his arms.

"What happened?"

Lin Yuan suddenly looked up.

The film masterfully portrays the fear, anticipation, and humility of a beggar who suddenly encounters a powerful figure.

He scrambled back half a step, his voice trembling.

"Great...Great hero! We're just beggars, we mean no harm! My brother...he was beaten by the Hanako Gang, and then he was frozen all night, he's dying..."

Huang Rong stood to the side and slightly behind Guo Jing, without getting close.

Those eyes, as clear as autumn water, lowered quietly, their gaze sweeping over the wound on Yang Guo's lips with an almost tangible intensity.

It landed on Lin Yuan's hands, which were cracked from the cold, without uttering a word.

Guo Jing picked up Yang Guo, his brows instantly furrowing into a deep knot.

"This child is as light as a tinderbox. Who did this?"

"The beggar gang of Hanako..."

Lin Yuan lowered his head deeply, perfectly concealing the glint in his eyes.

"Have mercy, sir! My brother has had a terrible life; he's been without parents since he was little..."

"What's your name?"

Huang Rong suddenly spoke, her voice like pearls falling on a jade plate, calm yet with a penetrating power that went straight to the heart.

Lin Yuan opened his mouth, about to speak, but then stopped abruptly as if he had been electrocuted.

He covered his mouth with his hand, shrinking back in fear, as if he had let slip some grave taboo.

His eyes darted around in a panic, perfectly embodying the phrase "trying to cover up the truth but only making it more obvious."

"Great...Great heroine, great heroine, please don't ask! It's no use asking...My brother and his father are gone, please just pretend you didn't see us..."

A glint of lightning flashed deep in Huang Rong's eyes, and she took a half-step forward without making a sound.

"What did you just call him? Guo'er?"

Lin Yuan took a deep breath of the icy air, his shoulders trembling violently.

He seemed to have been driven to a dead end, and suddenly closed his eyes.

His voice was extremely low, yet every word was uttered with heartbreaking sorrow.

"Yang... Yang Guo. His father's surname was Yang."