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"I am an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall, and I'm here to find someone in the city."

His voice was not loud, even somewhat faint, as if it were drifting from a great distance.

When he said the words "Spirit Hall," it felt like he had a piece of iron in his mouth, both astringent and heavy.

When he said the words "honorary elder," his voice unconsciously lowered again, because the two words together sounded awkward and like he was bragging.

The soldier took the token.

His hands were a size bigger than Yu Xiaogang's, his fingers were as thick as carrots, and his fingernails were filled with black mud.

He examined the token from all angles, making a big fuss as if he were turning over a piece of useless scrap metal.

Chapter 187 Beat them to death

"Mr. Yu, where are you going?" Teacher Ma's tone was polite, but there was a hint of wariness in it, like someone seeing a stray dog ​​walking towards them on the street and not knowing whether to kick it away.

Yu Xiaogang glanced at him.

That look in his eyes was complicated; it contained weariness, helplessness, and something else that was hard to describe.

He looked at Teacher Ma for two seconds, then said, "Go to Wuhun City."

Teacher Ma's expression changed.

The change was obvious, like someone had splashed a bucket of cold water on his face; all the friendliness vanished instantly, replaced by tension and unease.

He frowned, his mouth slightly opened and then closed. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Wuhun City? That's the capital of the Wuhun Empire."

What are you going there for?

His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

When he said the words "Martial Soul Empire", his lips visibly trembled.

Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a moment.

He looked at the front of the token, where the angel's sword reflected a faint light in the setting sun; he looked at the back of the token, where Yu Xiaogang's name and honorary elder's number were written.

Then he looked up at Yu Xiaogang.

His gaze fell on Yu Xiaogang's gray robe, the patches standing out like medals.

His gaze fell on Yu Xiaogang's cuffs, where they were worn white and the loose threads were showing.

His gaze fell on Yu Xiaogang's shoes. They were cloth shoes, the soles worn down to just a layer of cloth, with a hole in the big toe area, revealing the toes inside.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

It wasn't a smile, but a condescending, pitying, and mocking smile.

That curve was more hurtful than any words, because it revealed a fact: in this soldier's eyes, Yu Xiaogang was not even as good as a dog.

"Honorary Elder?"

you?"

His tone was full of disbelief, a disbelief that wasn't based on thoughtful questioning, but rather an instinctive, intuitive reaction, like someone seeing a stone and saying it's gold—you'd think they'd gone mad.

“The Spirit Hall no longer exists,” he said, he weighing the token in his hand as if it were a piece of scrap metal. “It is now the Spirit Empire.”

This token has long been invalid.

He spoke the last three words with particular emphasis, each word deliberate and rhythmic, as if striking Yu Xiaogang's chest repeatedly with a hammer.

"It's invalid?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed.

The change was rapid, like a lamp suddenly being blown out by the wind, all the light disappearing in an instant.

His face turned deathly pale, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were wide open, filled with shock and fear.

How could this be?

This is--"

He suddenly stopped.

He wanted to say, "This was given to me by Bibi Dong."

But those three words—bi, bi, dong—were on the tip of his tongue, but then, as if someone had choked him, they got stuck there and he couldn't say them anymore.

His mouth was open, and his tongue moved inside his mouth as if trying to push the name out, but the name was too heavy, as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't push it away no matter what.

He saw the soldier's eyes suddenly turn cold.

Those gray eyes seemed to hold two knives, chilling and carrying a naked threat.

That look was saying—you try it, you try saying that name, and see if your head can still stay on your neck.

Yu Xiaogang felt it.

He felt the gazes of several soldiers around him fall on him at the same time. Those gazes were like needles pricking his skin, making him feel cold all over.

Those gazes held no goodwill, only vigilance, indifference, and oppression, like a pack of wolves eyeing a lone sheep.

He suddenly understood.

That name cannot be mentioned here.

Mentioning it is tantamount to courting death.

He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, as if he had swallowed a piece of hot iron, making a slight sound in his throat.

He lowered his head, looking at his toes, at the worn-out cloth shoes, and at his exposed toes.

“This is my…” His voice was as dry as sandpaper, “a token issued when I served in the Spirit Hall in my early years.”

After saying that, he felt like a tree that had been uprooted, with all its branches and leaves withered and all its roots broken.

He stood there, at the city gate of Wuhun City, in the place closest to that person, yet he couldn't even utter her name.

The soldier stared at him for a while.

That gaze was like a knife, scraping and tearing at him until his skin was raw and bleeding.

Then the knife suddenly retracted, replaced by a laugh.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was clear, squeezed out of the soldier's throat, carrying a sharp mockery.

That smile was full of malice, like someone seeing an insect struggling in front of them, finding it both amusing and disgusting.

“Old man, I’ve seen this trick of yours many times,” the soldier bent down and brought his face close to Yu Xiaogang’s, so close that he could see the pores on his face. “He’s pretending to be a former member of the Spirit Hall to freeload in Spirit City.”

Don't you even know where you are?!

He kicked the token out of Yu Xiaogang's hand.

The kick was swift and ruthless, the toe striking the corner of the token precisely. The token bounced out of Yu Xiaogang's hand, tumbled several times in the air, and then landed with a "thud" on the stone slab at the city gate.

The stone slab was hard, and the token made a crisp sound when it hit it, like a scream.

It bounced once, then bounced again, and then rolled away, all the way to the corner of the wall, where it crashed into the base of the wall with a thud, and finally came to a stop.

The token lay quietly in the corner, face down, the three characters "Wuhun Hall" gleaming dimly in the setting sun.

"roll!

"Don't get in my way!"

The soldier raised his hand and waved, and several of his accomplices immediately surrounded him.

They had been waiting there for a long time, like a group of sharks that had smelled blood, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

They moved quickly and soon surrounded Yu Xiaogang, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

Yu Xiaogang took two steps back, her legs went weak, and she almost fell.

His right leg was already unstable, and when he stepped back, all his weight fell on his left leg. His left leg couldn't support him, and he tilted to the side.

He quickly reached out to steady himself against the city wall, barely managing to stay upright.

His fingers dug into the cracks in the city wall, and stone chips got stuck under his fingernails, making him wince in pain.

"I'm not an imposter, I really am—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

"beat!"

The soldier's command, like a pair of scissors, cut off his words.

The soldier's command, like a pair of scissors, cut off his words.

When the fist landed, Yu Xiaogang felt the whole world shaking.

The first punch landed on his left shoulder, the bone making a dull sound, not the crisp cracking sound, but a dull pain, as if someone were hitting him with a hammer through a quilt.

He swayed to the right, staggered, and before he could regain his balance, the second punch landed.

The punch landed on his back, right next to his spine where there was no bone to protect him.

He felt his internal organs churning, and a metallic sweetness rose in his throat.

"Beat them! Beat them to death!" The leader's voice came from a certain direction.

Chapter 188 Death!

Yu Xiaogang covered her head and squatted down.

This was the first life-saving skill he learned in the Spirit Hall when he was young—protect your head first when in danger.

He hugged his head with both arms, buried his face between his knees, and curled up into a ball, like a pangolin in danger.

But the pangolin's shell was too thin, and its fists and feet rained down from all directions like a hailstorm, leaving no place safe.

Someone kicked him in the lower back, where his kidneys are located.

He felt as if he had been poked with a red-hot iron rod, and he fell forward, his face hitting the ground and his lips hitting the stone slab, breaking them and drawing blood into his mouth, which tasted salty and fishy.

Before he could catch his breath, someone stepped on his right hand.

It was a foot wearing military boots, the soles of which were very hard. Stepping on my toes felt like being crushed by a stone.