Ark Heroine Development Plan

Damn it, none of the fifty or so people around saw clearly when this woman pulled out the knife. What the hell!

Hanging out at the bottom of the slums all day, Big D had never seen the biggest scene he had ever seen, which was the Royal Guards sending people to encircle and suppress the gangs at the higher levels. For someone with such limited knowledge, how could he possibly think that there was someone in the world who could draw a sword faster than the blink of an eye?

Big D forced a smile and said, "You want to eat my plate? We are all in the same business, we can talk..."

"If it really doesn't work out, my friend, whatever amount you pay, I'll... I'll double it, okay?"

Gui Minglou ignored him and instead cast his gaze on the trembling woman beside him and asked:

"Are you a chicken?"

The woman with tears and snot streaming down her face just huddled up in a ball, whimpering and not daring to make any movement.

Then, Gui Minglou actually moved the knife to the woman's face and asked the same question again.

The gangster closest to Guiminglou immediately raised the iron rod and swung it towards Guiminglou's head. At that moment, he seemed to see the woman and the Longmen coin waving at him.

So his vision was forever frozen at that moment.

Big D's face was as pale as if it had just been fished out of formaldehyde, just like before... The woman clearly didn't move, but his little brother's head fell off inexplicably!

The heavily made-up woman screamed, hugged her head and shrank into a ball, nodding vigorously.

"Did he force you to do that?"

Guiminglou's voice was a little light and vague.

At this moment, an incredible light flashed in the eyes of the woman who was on the verge of collapse.

"Yes Yes!"

She rolled to the ground, her speech already slurred, and crawled to the foot of the Ghostly Tower using her hands and feet. She hugged her legs and kowtowed vigorously:

"He forced me to do it. And... and so many other people! Big D is not even a human being!"

The woman had never expected that in the cannibalistic Longmen slums, she would encounter such a chivalrous warrior.

"let go."

The woman raised her head in a daze, and happened to meet the pair of dark red pupils.

There is no mercy or sympathy, only pure brutality and coldness.

The next second, heads flew into the sky and blood gushed out.

"One is enough."

The woman heard her mutter to herself, then walked forward with the knife in hand.

Beheading, piercing the heart, beheading, amputation, disembowelment...

Floor, ceiling, walls, tables, chandeliers...

Chunks of flesh, bones, intestines, brains, limbs...

Fifty people, five seconds.

Guiminglou threw away his blood-stained cloak and put on a coat he found in the bar.

She glanced at the woman who was curled up in the corner, her body shaking unnaturally, her eyes dull, and mumbling something, and sneered disdainfully.

The long knife slowly carved bloody words on the wall. The sound of the blade cutting the wall was so cold and hard that it made people's scalps numb.

Blood and flesh, mixed with cruelty and violence, are deeply engraved in this line of words——

"I'm coming to see you, Xingxiong."

There were wild and blazing flames dancing in Guiminglou's eyes as he turned and left.

I wasn't really satisfied, or rather... my desire to fight was aroused.

Maybe I could do something interesting before my dull and incompetent junior sister arrives.

For example, the same thing as your own master.

……

"Grandpa Yasha, speaking of which...what kind of person is our Master of Guiming Tower?"

"A person very similar to the original master."

"Then you didn't say anything."

"Besides his love of war... he hates those who bully the weak and despises the weak and incompetent, that's probably it. However... Master Guiminglou is much more extreme than the Lord."

"How extreme is it?"

"It's so extreme that you might find it annoying. But she never cares because she only wants the Master to like her."

Chapter 76 - Warm up for a fight, warm up for a fight

Xingxiong had a very unhappy expression when he arrived at the crime scene.

Of the five Guards operators who came here before, five vomited. Then three more were called urgently and three more vomited. It was not until the third batch of elites that all the elites vomited.

When Xingxiong arrived at the scene, the personnel of the Imperial Guard had already started cleaning up the scene, but the scene was too... messy, and only more than half of it had been cleaned up so far.

Just over half of it was enough to make Xingxiong unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

There was no reason for it, it was a complete massacre.

In the slums, a medium-sized gang on the streets of Hengshui, the leader and his thugs, a total of 51 people, all died tragically without a survivor - the leader, Big Brother D, actually had the best death, at least he was only split into two pieces.

Standing in front of the dried blood-stained inscription, Xingxiong remained silent, and none of the guards around him dared to come forward and talk to him.

Familiar style, familiar method, familiar... swordsmanship.

The forensic doctor said that these pieces had been picked up and put back together perfectly, like a puzzle, with no sense of disorientation. It was unknown how skilled the killer's swordsmanship must have been to achieve such a feat. Xing Xiong knew that only the Killing Style could create such a morbid "art" of slaughter.

As for the reason... Xingxiong couldn't say that he knew his senior sister inside and out, but he knew her very well, because the two of them had had a lot of friction because of Guanyueli... especially after Xingxiong began to formally practice the Killing Flow.

What it all comes down to is their incompatibility in personality.

Xingxiong looked at the sharp engraving with a complicated expression, and clenched his fists subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, at this juncture, when things on Chen's side were about to come to a close, something went wrong on her side. What the superiors said was right, she was the only one responsible for this matter, and she must be the only one responsible.

"Inspector Xingxiong, there's a message coming from the city gate checkpoint. Can you check if it's this person?"

The Guards officer beside him carefully handed over a tablet.

There is no need to look at the face, just those dark red eyes that look like dried blood, Xingxiong will never forget them for the rest of his life.

"Yes."

She let out a long breath and said to the officer seriously, "Report this to your superiors. I am solely responsible for this matter from beginning to end. Do not send in additional personnel, and do not send any personnel to investigate her whereabouts on the scene without authorization. Do you understand?"

It's no exaggeration to say that the surveillance system in the slums is completely flawed, otherwise this place wouldn't be so chaotic. If you want to find someone, there's no other way except to track them down on the spot. Xingxiong doesn't want his colleagues to interfere, and he doesn't want them to die.

"Oh yeah, there seems to be a survivor. Where is she now?"

"She..." The police officer's expression was a little complicated. "She has severe PTSD now. She must be sent to the central hospital for treatment by a senior sorcerer. Otherwise, she is in danger of personality breakdown at any time. I'm afraid there is no hope for her, Xing Sir."

"【Eastern Country Curse】!"

Xingxiong punched the wall with a gloomy expression. The police officer standing next to her could clearly feel the whole house shaking twice.

Just as Gui Minglou hates Xingxiong, Xingxiong also hates Gui Minglou and hates her...extremely arrogant attitude.

Her salvation is not salvation, nor charity, but "violence".

Violence is inflicted on the perpetrators, but also on the victims.

In Guiminglou's eyes, all the sufferings endured by the victims are due to their own shortcomings. She never considers any objective factors, but only uses pure strength as the criterion for judgment in such a morbid way.

Xingxiong had argued with her countless times, but neither of them had ever convinced the other, and in the kendo field, Xingxiong had never defeated Guiminglou even once.

But in the end, the one who stayed with Guan Yueli was not Gui Minglou, his favorite disciple, but her.

Xingxiong still can't forget the look in Guiminglou's eyes when he left, that extreme, all-encompassing hatred and anger.

She also wondered if such a long period of time could change a person. At least it changed herself, so... it was not impossible for it to change her tyrannical senior sister.

But now it seems, at least now, that woman hasn't changed at all.

She still hates those who bully the weak, and she also has no sympathy for the weak.

Xingxiong closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and after calming down, he turned on his phone and called Chen:

"Hello, Xiao Chen, it's me, um... It's a very important case, very important, I can't get away... Sorry, I will solve it as soon as possible, um, that's it."

Putting aside all her previous thoughts about the mysterious mercenary, Xingxiong focused all her attention. This time... she wanted to compete with her senior sister whom she had reunited with after a long time.

This time, there will no longer be those petty quarrels and disputes of pride between them.

So, she can't lose.

……

"Master Guanyue's envoy...why has he come to my humble abode?"

The old rat man with snow-white hair and beard, wearing a large robe, was leaning on a cane and looking up at the crow in the sky that looked like a painting in ink.

"I just want to bring some words to the master, and also bring something with me."

"'My disciple has a bad temper and isn't exactly a bright mind. He's always charging ahead, and you never know when he'll come slashing at you, Xiaolin, with a knife in hand.'"

"'Once this kid gets carried away, she's completely clueless about her severity. What I'm saying is, Xiaolin, it would be best if you didn't bother with my idiot apprentice. If you really want to fight her, tell her first that you've been with me for a while, so you won't die anyway. I'll give you two more Qingdeng pills, and within three quarters of an hour, your limb will be reattached.'"

"'Oh, and on the way, Xiaolou might kill a lot of people, but don't worry, those she kills are definitely not good people, so clean up the garbage when you have time. As for Xiaolou herself, after she finishes fighting with you, she will probably take the initiative to look for Xiaoxing. No matter who wins or loses between the two of them, I won't let the child continue to mess around, so let's leave it at that.'"

After repeating the above paragraph in Guan Yueli's voice, the crow spit out two crystal clear pills from its mouth and fell into the hands of the Rat King.

"I've brought you the message and the gift, Mr. Lin. Please make your own decision."

After saying that, the crow flapped its wings and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

The Rat King looked at the two pills in his hand and remained silent for a moment.

Soon, someone hurriedly walked up to him, bent down and whispered.

"..."

The silent old man suddenly smiled, waved his hand to signal the visitor to go down, and sat alone in the yard looking up at the sky.

"Fifty-one lives, in your eyes, Master Guanyue, are just children playing pranks..."

"I'm afraid my life will be similar..."

Lin Gerui sighed softly, but without much anger or resentment.

Because he was the one who took over the dark side of Longmen after Guan Yueli gradually faded out of the sight of countless people, so he was very clear about it, or rather, as an outsider, except for Wei Yanwu, there was probably no one in the entire Longmen who knew how terrifying Guan Yueli was better than him.

Rather, it was unexpected that she was still willing to provide such care at that stage...

The old man was playing with the two pills, and suddenly looked up at a certain place.

The rage was raging and the murderous intent was overwhelming.

Gray Lin muttered to himself:

"What a demon."

Chapter 77——Is there anything more interesting in this world than watching women fight?

Guiminglou has only done two things over the years. One is to follow the path his master has taken, and the other is to think about why his master has become what he is now.

So far, neither of these two things has produced any results.

In the former case, the journey was not yet complete, and the person she wanted to find on the road was either dead or she could not defeat him; in the latter case, she simply could not think of the answer.

But this is actually not important. The knife and blood will definitely give her the answer. If she still can't get it, it means she hasn't swung the knife enough or drank enough blood. It's that simple.

After hacking those thugs to death, Guiminglou spent a lot of effort to find the strongest person in the city. He killed many people and threw away his coat. He was only wearing a short gray vest on his upper body. His arms exposed to the air were covered with hideous scars on half of his body.

"Still refusing?"

The tip of the knife was pressed against the chin of the man lying in a pool of blood. Gui Minglou said calmly and indifferently, "Tell me, where is the Rat King?"

"Bah!" The man spat out a mouthful of blood foam and grinned, "Master Lin is someone a piece of trash like you can't meet? What can you do if I don't speak?"