Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 41 Long Xiaoyun's Death? The Furious Li Tanhua [Happy Winter Solstice]

"Yes, I was still very weak back then, so I had to kill him by poisoning. Fortunately, Little Li Tan Hua was very righteous, otherwise, if Little Li Flying Dagger had come over, I'm afraid Long Xiaoyun and I would have had another fight on the road to the Yellow Springs."

Wei Wu readily admitted it.

He could tell, of course, that Long Xiaoyun wanted him to shift the blame onto Li Xunhuan; all he needed to do was come up with a plausible excuse.

Anyway, the only people who experienced it firsthand were him, Li Xunhuan, and Tie Chuanjia. With his current strength, whatever he said was law.

But Wei Wu still admitted it.

If you dare to do it, you must dare to take responsibility!

If someone doesn't even acknowledge their own actions and tries to shift the blame onto others, what's the point of having such martial arts skills?

Why?

Long Xiaoyun's breath caught in his throat, his face contorted with grotesque veins, and his bloodshot eyes seemed about to burst open. He roared and questioned with all his might.

Wei Wu simply said lightly, "Of course it's because he wants to kill me."

The roar abruptly stopped.

Long Xiaoyun was speechless for a moment, then became even more furious, "Why would he want to kill you? He's just a child..."

"Stop fooling around," Wei Wu interrupted Long Xiaoyun with a smile, recounting Long Xiaoyun's glorious deeds, and then said, "Perhaps this kid thinks he can graduate from his master. Do you remember when he was ten years old, he killed the martial arts master who taught him swordsmanship and said, 'Xingyun Manor does not support useless people.'"

"Back then, you didn't talk about justice or ask 'why,' you just praised him, saying, 'My son is exceptionally talented and a rare martial arts prodigy.' Perhaps from that time on, killing his master became an achievement for him to prove himself."

Wei Wu knew that the reason Long Xiaoyun was hostile to him was entirely because he had once coveted Lin Shiyin, and although he still did, he couldn't say it out loud.

Are you willing to take responsibility for your actions?

Intuit!

I haven't even done it yet!

Long Xiaoyun was so angry that he couldn't speak. He felt a tightness in his chest, unable to breathe. His red face turned pale instantly, and his heart ached unbearably. He supported himself with one hand on the coffin and clenched his fist at his heart.

However, this breath was so tight it felt like a solid object; no matter how wide he opened his eyes or how hard he tried to pound it against his chest, he still couldn't get it out.

Upon seeing this, everyone immediately retreated.

Countless wary and suspicious eyes turned to Wei Wu.

Wei Wu frowned as well.

He wanted to go forward.

But a figure was faster than him.

"Big brother!"

Li Xunhuan, ultimately mindful of brotherhood, helped Long Xiaoyun up and placed him on his lap. At the same time, he supported Long Xiaoyun's back with one hand and pressed the other hand against his chest, rubbing it up and down to draw upon his inner energy.

Long Xiaoyun's eyes bulged, and only a "hoarse" sound came from his throat. He grabbed Li Xunhuan's sleeve tightly with one hand, his body trembling incessantly. Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Li Xunhuan couldn't dodge in time and was sprayed on half his face. He only heard a "revenge" in his ear before he felt the hand that was gripping his sleeve loosen.

"Big brother!"

Li Xunhuan panicked. He didn't bother to wipe the blood off his face. He looked down and opened his eyes, only to see Long Xiaoyun's unseeing face.

Blood stained half of his face, and droplets of blood slid down his angular forehead, past his eyebrows, and landed on his eyelashes, trembling gently.

Li Xunhuan was trembling.

He knelt on the ground, holding Long Xiaoyun's corpse, his eyes glazed over, his face as white as a dead man just dug out of a grave. Blood slid down his face, past his purplish-red lips, and trembled as it gathered on his chin, dripping onto Long Xiaoyun's unseeing face.

Long Xiaoyun died just like that?

Wei Wu immediately narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Long Xiaoyun like a precision instrument; he indeed looked no different from being dead.

But is he really dead?

So easily angered to death?

Wei Wu resolutely refused to believe it!

He stepped forward, intending to examine Long Xiaoyun's body.

whoosh-

A throwing knife was so fast it was almost invisible. It wasn't until Wei Wu dodged it and it trembled as it stuck into the vermilion pillar that the sound of the knife cutting through the air rang out urgently.

Li Xunhuan drew his sword!

But Wei Wu dodged it!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, instinctively holding their breath, and quietly moving away while craning their necks to witness the duel between the two sides.

Li Xunhuan's temperament was as cold and aloof as an iceberg, while the surging hot blood in his chest felt like countless tickling scratches on his soft flesh, trying to make him cough it up.

But a breath got stuck in his throat, preventing Li Xunhuan from coughing out a single sound.

He laid Long Xiaoyun down, making him lie flat on the ground, and then got up.

A touch of red appeared on his deathbed face, so pale that everyone could see it and know he was about to die—it was the blood of Long Xiaoyun that he had wiped away.

The contrast between red and white made his red eyes appear even more like they were bleeding.

Do not!

His eyes were bleeding!

Two lines of bright red tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Li Xunhuan cried.

He thought he had run out of tears, but he forgot that he still had blood.

The blood that should have been coughed up flowed down his face along with his tears.

"Why kill him?"

Li Xunhuan's voice was as steady as his hand, like the Little Li Flying Dagger in his hand—a willow-leaf arc, a cold, gleaming surface, a seven-inch flying dagger that kills silently.

To be fair, this is not a qualified concealed weapon.

But in Li Xunhuan's hands, it became a peerless weapon that made the entire martial arts world fearful.

Wei Wu's narrowed eyes opened, and he exhaled a breath of stale air, saying:

"I didn't kill him."

Li Xunhuan clenched his teeth, trying hard to keep his body from trembling. He believed Wei Wu's words—

With Wei Wu's strength, there are many ways to kill Long Xiaoyun; there is no need to use poison.

Given Wei Wu's arrogance, if he truly killed Long Xiaoyun, he would not deny it.

However, Li Xunhuan's mind was now filled with Long Xiaoyun's dying words: "Revenge!"

Whom are we avenging?

Of course it's Long Xiaoyun!

Li Xunhuan's mind flashed back to the resentment of Long Xiaoyun dying before his eyes, the yearning for life in her eyes and the venomous hatred she harbored for Wei Wu and for him. The image of Long Xiaoyun's death lingered before his eyes, and the words "revenge" echoed in his ears, which had somehow become the recurring question between father and son.

"Why aren't you drawing your sword!"

"Why didn't you save me!"

The father and son's resentful voices alternated, looped, and eventually overlapped, merging into one sound—

"Draw your sword!!!"

"Ah—" Li Xunhuan's hair exploded, and the moment his black hair was disheveled, his eye slit burst open, and blood gushed out.

The throwing knife in his hand had disappeared.

A throwing knife appeared at Wei Wu's feet.

"Walk!"

Li Xunhuan's hoarse voice was full of dejection and pain. He lowered his face, and his loose hair blocked the view of outsiders, as well as his gaze towards outsiders.

Only a deep voice sounded:

"I believe you didn't do it. You can leave now."

Wei Wu looked down at the sword at his feet, his relaxed brows furrowing as he said:

"Someone threw dirty water on me, and you're telling me to leave?"

"Get out of the way, I need to perform an autopsy!"