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

Chapter 47 The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, and the Deal with My Sister-in-Law

The next morning, while it was still barely light,

Wei Wu was already sitting in the mourning hall, with Xiao Cui, a maid with red eyes, kneeling beside him, keeping vigil for Long Xiaoyun and his son in place of Lin Shiyin.

But a smile lingered on her weary face—

She spent the whole night kneeling here burning paper money, and a hundred taels of silver went into her pocket. She really couldn't cry anymore!

A gust of wind suddenly swept through the mourning hall, carrying with it a strong smell of alcohol.

The smell of alcohol quickly wafted over, but a drunkard appeared in front of the mourning hall.

The drunkard's face was even paler than before; no amount of alcohol could hide his haggard pallor, a deathly white ashes.

His eyes were filled with pain; if the pool was once covered with green algae in spring, it was now like jade shattered into dust.

"Cough cough cough..."

Before Li Xunhuan could even step into the mourning hall, he bent over and burst into a violent cough.

Xiao Cui was startled and secretly glanced at the drunkard, whose face could still be described as handsome.

The once-prosperous scholar who ranked third in the imperial examinations and a renowned martial arts master is now a sickly man clinging to the door frame, hunched over, coughing incessantly.

She pursed her lips, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes—she was now a woman with a hundred or so fortunes to her name, and even if she were to find a husband, she would want someone strong and capable of protecting her wealth. She couldn't possibly look her eye on this kind of sickly fellow who, although handsome, looked like he could be blown away by the wind.

—This illness is too serious; she absolutely refuses to waste her 100 taels of silver on it!

"Cough cough cough!"

Li Xunhuan was unaware that a maid was secretly criticizing him. He just coughed violently, coughing so hard that he saw black stars before his eyes, but he finally stopped.

This time, no blood was coughed up.

Blood rushed to his face!

Li Xunhuan's face was now terribly red, but it couldn't compare to those eyes, those eyes that looked like two specks of pigeon blood on a white cloth, those eyes that looked like a demon's hungry, predatory gaze!

Where is she?

Li Xunhuan stepped into the mourning hall with one foot, but his body slid down the door frame and sat on the threshold. He held up a throwing knife in one hand and pressed it to the ground, while the other hand hung down on his lap. He was panting heavily as he looked at Wei Wu.

Wei Wu felt he was locked on!

It was a very strange feeling, a very subtle feeling. He could see the throwing knife, but he couldn't see the subtle energy behind it.

Wei Wu felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins, a thrill rising within him that warmed his breath. He gripped a throwing knife in his right hand, and retorted sharply:

"Sleeping."

Li Xunhuan's pupils contracted, and his face, following haggardness and anger, now wore a mask of pain. He slammed the back of his head against the doorframe, closed his eyes in agony, and gritted his teeth, "I shouldn't have left..."

He still likes to blame himself.

Wei Wu licked his lips and said, "Even if you're here, there's nothing you can do."

"No, there's one more thing I can do."

Li Xunhuan quickly opened his closed eyes, his terrifying gaze fixed on Wei Wu, his entire face burning red.

Their eyes met, and they remained silent.

A gust of wind suddenly rose in the mourning hall, stirring up the fire in the brazier. Countless ashes from the paper offerings could not be contained and scattered all over the hall amidst Xiao Cui's cries of "Hey, hey."

Swoosh—

Ding!

The two moved at the same time.

Two throwing knives suddenly exploded in mid-air.

Immediately following was a continuous clanging sound as twelve throwing knives were tossed into the air!

Each throwing knife landed firmly in the floor tile, with only the hilt sticking out.

Li Xunhuan stood up at some point, leaning against the door frame, one hand covering his chest and the other holding a throwing knife.

Wei Wu remained seated, but now he was facing Li Xunhuan directly instead of sideways to the doorway.

He had no throwing knives in his hand.

But he had a smile on his face.

"What kind of throwing knife is that? Cough cough,"

Li Xunhuan's face turned deathly pale again. The throwing knife in his hand fell to the ground, and a crimson stain appeared on his chest where he was clutching. His tall body slid down the door frame and sat on the threshold.

He said thoughtfully, "It's very similar to my throwing knife technique."

They look similar, but they're not the same.

Li Xunhuan was aware of his weakness: even the most ruthless throwing knife, with "benevolence" at its core, still had a glimmer of hope.

This is a flaw he can't change!

But Wei Wu's throwing knives were even more ruthless, faster, and more vicious!

Every move is ruthless, every strike deadly!

Wei Wu was in high spirits. He raised his head and exclaimed, "The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife!"

Yan Shuangfei and the others died under the flying knife, but they did not deserve to die from the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

Li Xunhuan was not fatally injured, but he was qualified to know about the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

"Slaying Immortals... Such immense bloodlust! My defeat was not unjust."

Li Xunhuan smiled dejectedly. He could actually strike again, but since that strike wouldn't hurt Wei Wu, he saved his strength.

He licked his dry, chapped lips and said weakly, "Could I see her one more time?"

"You should see a doctor now."

Wei Wu did not want to kill Li Xunhuan.

Although this person is pedantic, benevolent, contradictory, and likes to torment himself, Li Xunhuan never stabs someone in the back.

Even if the two meet again after today, and Wei Wu needs help, the first person he will think of will be Li Xunhuan.

And there's a high probability the other party won't refuse.

Of course, most importantly, it wouldn't matter if he killed Long Xiaoyun and Long Xiaoyun, but if he killed Li Xunhuan as well, there would be no possibility between him and his sister-in-law anymore.

He admitted that he was despicable and that he was lusting after his sister-in-law's body!

Li Xunhuan understood Wei Wu's implied meaning and looked at him in surprise: "You're not going to kill me?"

Why would I kill you?

Wei Wu asked him, "We may not be friends, but we're not enemies either, are we?"

Li Xunhuan smiled wryly and said, "Not before."

His gaze drifted to the back of the mourning hall, where a glimpse of a purple robe peeked out. He instinctively looked down, then suddenly remembered that Lin Shiyin would never wear purple at this time. He raised his eyes again, his brows furrowing slightly, and continued:

"But you shouldn't have bullied my cousin..."

"etc!"

Wei Wu's smile finally became genuine. He had been holding it in for so long, and could finally laugh out loud with confidence, asking:

"You don't think I forced myself on Mrs. Long last night, do you?"

The woman in purple stepped out from behind, and it was none other than the radiant Lin Xian'er. Behind her were Lin Shiyin, whose eyes resembled a pie chart, and Lin Lingling, who walked silently.

Wei Wu pointed at Lin Shiyin and said, "Although I don't have many bottom lines, I am unwavering in my commitment to 'taking care of my sister-in-law.' Last night, I did absolutely nothing to harm her."

Li Xunhuan didn't trust Wei Wu; he only focused on Lin Shiyin.

Lin Shiyin recalled what happened last night, her eyes filled with anger, but she had also carefully checked this morning and there were indeed no traces of it being used... Wei Wu truly did not harm her in the slightest.

From this perspective alone, he is indeed a good person.

So when Li Xunhuan looked at her questioningly, Lin Shiyin simply nodded slightly, which was considered as confirmation of his thoughts.

Li Xunhuan's lips trembled, and when he looked at Wei Wu again, there was a hint of guilt in his eyes. He then lowered his head and said sorry.

He is someone who is easily moved by his own emotions.

He's also someone who really likes to apologize.

So he struggled to get up and try to bow, but was interrupted by Wei Wu.

A ten-tael silver ingot was tossed in front of Xiao Cui. "Take him to a doctor. If he dies, this ten taels is yours. If he comes back to life, come back to me for another thousand taels."

One thousand taels?!

Xiao Cui's eyes gleamed with the light of silver, and even the brazier in front of her seemed to dim.

She quickly stood up. "Okay!"

She then glanced apologetically at Lin Shiyin, before resolutely running to Li Xunhuan, picking him up in a princess carry, and disappearing from sight.

Wei Wu smiled and said, "This is indeed a good candidate for martial arts."

Lin Lingling chuckled mischievously, "If you offer a thousand taels of gold, Xiao Cui would probably be able to carry Master Li and fly away!"

The funeral hall was filled with cheerful laughter.

It's a bit like hell, but nobody cares except Lin Shiyin.

Lin Shiyin stopped tending the brazier and went to Wei Wu, biting her lower lip, and asked:

"You want to sleep with me?"

Wei Wu nodded.

She took a deep breath and said, "Okay."

"But I have one request."

"You cannot kill Li Xunhuan."

"...Sister-in-law, the way you're doing this makes me sound like a villain trying to manipulate Li Xunhuan to control you."

Wei Wu sighed, then said:

"Anyway, I only want the person, not the heart, so I'll just consider it a dream come true."

"I promise you, after you've buried this father and son, remember to wash them clean before calling me."