Crown of Silence

Chapter 168: Many Injustices

In the lower city, Ganlu Courtyard, the lights are bright.

In the past, this place was filled with the smell of spices and hookahs, the chirping of orioles, the wealth and splendor, and the enthusiastic servants running around in every corner, with red sleeves and white gauze flying in the fragrant wind.

It was like a paradise on earth.

But now there is no "paradise on earth", no spices and hookahs, and the girls all screamed and hid in their rooms, burning their red sleeves and white gauze.

Everywhere were thugs with open fire and swords.

These fierce men wrapped in turbans rushed out of the open door, like a tide, surrounded the man, holding their swords tightly, and ready for battle.

One person, the enemy is only one person.

Facing the sight of all the thugs, the ghost hand took off the pipe at the corner of his mouth: "Is Shila Yiduo here?"

A sigh of pity came from behind the crowd.

Amidst the layers of protection, Shila Yiduo stared at him, his eyes turned regretful: Ghost Hand is really old.

When he first came to Avalon when he was young, everyone said that Ghost Hand was the best killer, unprecedented, with unparalleled skills in the world, and all those who were targeted by him would die. At that time, he was a powerful figure.

But later he took jobs that he shouldn't have taken, touched things that he shouldn't have touched, violated the shaman's rules, and that hand was cut off by the shaman himself.

Since that hand was cut off, Ghost Hand has never achieved anything.

Even if the hand is reconnected, the broken bones will not come back, and he has become a dog of the shaman... After so many years, he has not only become so old, but has he even forgotten all his skills? "

"Why sigh? "

Ghost Hand laughed when he heard his voice. He looked up and stared at the pair of sinister eyes behind the crowd:

"Shila Yiduo, although I came here to take your life, isn't it a happy thing to meet old friends?"

"Logically speaking, shouldn't a sneaky thing like you come in the dark?"

Shila Yiduo asked coldly: "Do you think that if you come here and say you want to find me, I will obediently offer my head?"

"Sorry, you may have misunderstood."

Ghost Hand smiled, shook his head, extinguished his pipe, put it in his arms, and said softly: "I was indeed a killer before, but I was not good at stealth and assassination, and I have never done lurking and endurance work.

It can be said that I am not good at this-"

He paused, stretched out his hand and took off the glove on his right hand:

"-Because I like to go through the front door. "

On the black leather gloves, six hidden buttons were unfastened one by one under his provocation. With each button unfastened, a leather belt bound on the back of the hand bounced up.

Click, click, click, click...

In the end, the glove that had been tied tightly for years fell off silently and fell to the ground silently. As the sleeves of the ghost hand were slowly rolled up, the palm hidden under the long glove finally exposed its true face.

In the reflection of the torch, there was nothing there.

Nothing!

Shi Luoyiduo's expression changed, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, and his fingers behind his back flicked slightly.

In the darkness of the roof, a scream burst out of thin air.

Ding!

An arrow coated with dark green venom suddenly appeared, but solidified in the air, Solidified in front of the ghost hand - as if being tightly grasped by an invisible palm.

Seeing everyone's astonished eyes, the ghost hand smiled and tried to "tighten the five fingers", and then the crackling sound of knuckles rubbing against each other sounded in the blank.

The arrow shattered and turned into powder.

Then, he stretched out his "hand", reached into the chest of the enemy in front of him, and slowly pulled it out.

There was no bleeding, no scars, and no abnormality, but there was a still beating heart in his hand.

Plop.

The man who lost his heart fell to the ground and could not get up again. No matter how precious the potion was, no matter how much vitality was squeezed out, if the heart could not be regenerated in an instant, it would be useless to face this move.

"As you can see, Mr. Shila Yiduo."

The ghost hand stepped forward, his voice polite: "I don't know swordsmanship, I don't know how to use arrows, I don't know how to poison or sneak attack, the only thing I know is this move.

Fifteen years ago, when my right hand was still there, I used it to break open the enemy's chest and dig out the heart. After I lost my right hand, I found that I could skip a step.

For so long, what you did has brought shame to this city, but today is the day when the shame ends. "

Puff!

The heart in his hand suddenly broke, and blood splashed out from between his tightened fingers, like a splashing blood rain, and a drop fell on Shila Yiduo's face.

Feeling the warm breath on his face, Shila Yiduo raised his fingers dully and wiped his face. After seeing the blood between his fingers, he was stunned, his face suddenly turned pale, and he staggered back.

He screamed, shouting something in the Indian dialect, probably killing him, finishing him off, or letting this guy die without a complete body.

Then, a roar suddenly sounded in the crowd, and an Indian ascetic hidden among the group of strong men suddenly took ruthless action!

In an instant, a thin figure rushed out of the crowd, chanting Sanskrit, like thunder suddenly exploding.

Om——!

In an instant, his skin turned into a metallic bronze color, as if he had suddenly transformed into a golden man. Even his weight increased several times, and his bare ankles made a sharp sound when they collided with the masonry.

As he took strong breaths, there was a faint thunder in his heart, and traces of electric light just lit up from the metalized skin, wandering and shooting.

In an instant, the Dharma Protector King Kong described in the scriptures fell from the sky, causing wind and thunder to rise on the ground, shocking the soul.

As the secret note was recited, wherever the Sanskrit sound passed, everyone's minds went blank for a brief moment.

But just after this blank moment, the Vajra Monk with thunder and lightning had already rushed towards him, forming a seal with his right hand, smashing down like a vajra pestle! The fist set off a scream in the air, setting off layers of air waves, evolving into a method of subduing demons!

Facing the falling Vajra Seal Fist, Ghost Hand raised his palm and faced it head-on...

boom!

In an instant, there was a muffled sound in the air and lightning bursts, making everyone unable to open their eyes. I can only feel that something is moving back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth rapidly in that ball of lightning.

It was something faster than sound, shorter and faster than thunder. It turned back and forth in an instant and covered a long distance.

It was as fast as waking up from a dream.

After that moment, there was no loud noise or sound. After the dazzling electric light dissipated, only two figures were left on the spot.

The ghost hand still stood in place, and the violent ascetic monk still maintained his original posture, unable to move.

"What are you still doing?"

Sheila Yiduo screamed, urging the motionless monk: "Kill him quickly! Did I invite you here from Tianzhu to scare you here?!"

The ascetic remained motionless.

Ghost Hand stared at the man with the angry eyes, a hint of admiration appeared in his expression, and sighed softly:

"Is there really a secret technique in the world that can transform flesh, blood and skin into gold and iron? The ascetic monks of Tianzhu are really hiding dragons and crouching tigers, which is admirable."

"I lost."

The metalized ascetic made a hoarse voice, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Sheila Yita... run."

With his words, the anger that had been held in his chest was finally released. Once the anger was released, the 'Secret Ritual. Vajra Concentration' could no longer be maintained, and he regained his flesh and blood body.

Immediately afterwards, it collapsed inch by inch!

Like liquid, it collapsed on the ground and turned into a puddle of mud.

The cold moonlight fell from the sky, shining on the invisible hand of the ghost hand, illuminating the thing he was holding.

——It was a complete white skeleton, from head to toes, pale with a hint of iron-green color. As the ghost's hand shook, it swayed gently in the cold wind.

At that moment, through the golden-iron flesh and blood, he had taken out all the bones in the ascetic's body, not less than one!

“Ten years ago, everyone knew I had fast hands.”

Facing those dull eyes and pale faces, Guishou whispered softly: "After so many years, I didn't expect that I have changed so quickly."

Ten years ago, Ghost Shou's skills were peerless, and to this day, they are still unparalleled!

As the five fingers were released, the pale bones fell to the ground and hit the ground with a crisp sound, like a string of white bone wind chimes.

This is the last straw that breaks the strings - collapse!

In the crowd, another roaring sound suddenly sounded. The man who was about to go crazy raised his knife, rushed towards the ghost hand, and chopped it off on the head!

The crowd was disturbed, and the balance of the hospital was broken. The effects of the medicine gradually took effect, and the people who had lost their minds went crazy when they smelled blood.

Roaring and roaring sounds continued one after another, and the crowd swallowed up the figure of Ghost Hand.

Ten minutes later, all sound disappeared.

For the first time in decades, Ganlu Courtyard was so quiet and peaceful, like a tomb, filled with the silence of death.

The only person standing was stained red with blood.

With his lips trembling, he lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and exhaled the curls of green smoke.

The medicinal powder mixed with the tobacco was ignited, and as the smoke poured into the lungs and spread, it suppressed the pain from the wound.

There was blood dripping on his shoulders, chest, back, legs, and even his head. Some of the blood is the enemy's, and some of the blood is his.

"You are old after all."

Guishou sighed softly and frowned in pain. The night dew was heavy, and the rheumatism he had suffered as he got older started to attack again. When he was dodging a dagger just now, his waist also dodged, and he was already in so much pain that he couldn't walk.

You are old, why don't you accept old age?

He felt a little annoyed: He was already an old man, so why should he imitate the butcher and go to the enemy's lair to kill his whole family?

It’s not like everyone is like that monster butcher who can’t be killed no matter how hard he kills...

He sighed softly, raised his blood-stained eyebrows, and looked around.

"——Sheila Jita? Are you still here?"

In the silence, no one responded. In the shadows, Sheila Yiduo covered his mouth and nose, almost suffocating. He staggered back silently, but fell on the steps and collapsed.

"I see you, please wait a moment and don't move there."

When Guishou saw him, his eyes lit up, and he moved slowly towards him.

There was still nothing in his right hand, only an empty sleeve.

But the blood dyed the invisible right hand red, revealing its hideous and changing shape, like a nightmare projected in reality, transforming into all kinds of reflections of hell.

That must be the appearance of death condensed into substance, right?

How exquisite the killing skills must be to reach such a terrible realm?

Shiluo Yiduo stared at the ghost hand approaching in a daze, his eyes desperate. But in the end, a trace of relief emerged from the bottomless despair.

"Hehe, so retribution is coming today?"

He laughed, laughing at himself, and his eyes were relieved:

"——Those who do evil will die, come on!"

He ripped open his collar, exposing his chest, and was determined to face his own death: "Is this the principle of karma? All evildoers need to face the punishment of fate..."

"Not really."

The ghost hand reached into his chest and looked at his seemingly relieved eyes: "In fact, many people who are worse than you have lived a happy life, and they grow old in happiness, and have many children and grandchildren before they die.

Why do you have to make others as unlucky as you?"

Shila Yiduo was stunned, his eyes fluctuated, and the "relief" that he had forced out was smashed. His face was distorted like an evil ghost.

He glared at the ghost hand that was close at hand, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to curse loudly, and as if he wanted to make a last-ditch effort to bite off his throat!

But a soft shattering sounded from his chest.

His body trembled, he fell to the ground and twitched, and finally stopped moving.

Before he died, he seemed to have a brief moment of peace in his life... Unfortunately, forcing peace was useless.

He wanted to die with dignity, but unfortunately, death is death, there is no such thing as dignity, and he still died like a dog.

Under the moonlight, his body gradually stiffened, and his dim eyes reflected the flames that he had lit with his own hands in the distance.

He died with his eyes open.

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I have updated less these two days, I am really sorry, I will try to update more today, and there will be another update in the afternoon.