A rival in love (2)
The vagrant had no head.
But he sat on something that looked awfully lot like a head.
Evil, I said to myself furious.
They definitely were enemies, not friends.
Stay calm, said Master slowly. The tip of his metal ruler pointed toward the ground; this was his sword style.
I calmed my heart, and held my sword out in front of me, the tip facing toward my chest. This was the world-shaking Yi Jing Sword form.
Theres something coming! I thought to myself, just as an object fell down from above. We shot to the side.
Bang!
A corpse landed on the ground in front of us.
No blood exploded out from it, because it had been long since drained of blood. The skin had been sliced to pieces with a blade. But the blade wounds would not have been fatal; it looked like the corpses acupuncture points had been sealed before the slaughtering commenced.
This method, no, I should say this savage barbarity, could only have been perpetrated by one person.
Up there, said Master coldly, looking at the window the corpse had been thrown from.
The window was open, and a faint yellow light emanated from within, as well as the stink of fresh blood.
Had a whole family been slaughtered?
Within the flickering yellow light, a shadow moved, and then suddenly something black hurtled out of the window.
Bang!
It was a child.
The childs bones protruded through it skin; clearly Lan Jin had used his remarkable hand strength to perform this kill.
I was no longer afraid.
My fury surged, and I felt like I was about to lose control.
Something is not right, said Master suddenly.
Oh? I responded. The ruler in my hand grew hot.
Then, the shadow within moved again, and another corpse fell down.
Bang!
It landed right in front of me. And this corpse had no eyes
Watch out!
The corpse shot forward, and dazzling flashes of light popped out from within its sleeves.
Right then, a fierce aura of death surged down from above. An attack from two directions!
There were two killers!
Yi Jing sword finally had met a worthy opponent!
The fake corpse had a sword, a steady, pure sword, pure and direct stabbing directly toward my throat.
My mind was blank, but my body was anything but. All my constant training led to gut reaction; my metal ruler shot out, and I took half a step to the left, avoiding the deadly sword and chopping his hand off at the wrist.
I was surprised at my own actions. My body shot forward, and I slapped a palm onto the corpse. But the fake corpse seemed to absorb the blow like a mountain. And then, I suddenly flew backward, my chest feeling as if it were sinking in.
I dont how the fake corpse had landed a palm strike, but I flew backwards, my organs aching, my hands and feet growing cold.
And Master?
He stood in front of me, without his ruler. Currently, the metal ruler was stuck into one of the killers flying dragon point, one of the 10 Great acupuncture points in the human body. The killer grabbed the ruler with his hand, and then sat down next to a plastic water bucket. His face was comprised of two black holes.
Who are you? said Master, looking at the fake corpse. He stood in front of me, so I couldnt actually see.
Lan Jin, he said in a rough voice.
Master shook his head. Impossible. That fellow I just killed had better martial arts than you.
The fake corpse raised his left hand, the hand that I hadnt chopped off. It trembled.
Furthermore, said Master coldly, Lan Jin wouldnt pretend to be a corpse. He wouldnt plot and scheme. He is simply a zombie, a demon.
The fake corpse suddenly cried out, Ahhhhhh, and charged forward. Masters aura of death flared, and his two hands exploded forward. No form or stance, no skill or subtlety, just pure, unrestrained power!
The fake corpse made a plinking sound; its spine flew out its back like a rubber band, and chunks of ribs showered out in all directions.
The fake corpse had become a real corpse. Its top half was plastered to the walls of the small alley, the bottom half just stood there.
Are you okay? Master squatted down next to me and felt my pulse.
It hurts so bad I want to cry, I said weakly.
Thankfully I did not make you come in alone. He let out a deep sigh and then lifted me onto his back.
So you finally agree? I forced out a weak laugh and then fell asleep.
Am I going to die?
That was the first thing I said after I opened my eyes.
Yes, said Master definitively.
How unlucky, I said, closing my eyes.
But not now, he said with a laugh. I felt my body relax a bit.
The Heaven Reaching sects method of treating internal injuries is first to infuse inner force, and then go about strengthening the tendons and blood vessels.
Its really kind of random.
Thankfully, my inner arts were quite solid, plus I had landed a blow on the fake corpse. Otherwise, my ribs would definitely have been snapped and scattered across the ground like crispy shrimp crackers.
Thanks to Master treating me throughout the night, the next day I was pretty much better. I put my backpack on and left behind a yawning Master to go to school.
As I walked, I began thinking hard: why were there so many eyeless people out there calling themselves Lan Jin?
Forget about how they had such incredibly powerful martial arts. Why did they all call themselves Lan Jin?
And not only did they call themselves Lan Jin, they all dug their eyes out.
There could only be one Lan Jin in the world, that was obvious.
Why would a whole group of martial world experts all imitate him? Plus dig their eyes out?
Could it really be that because they didnt want people to realize that they didnt have blue eyes, they just ripped them out?
Why does a group of super experts want to pretend to be Lan Jin?
As I thought about it, my palms began to sweat.
Perhaps the real Lan Jin hadnt been killed by Master. Maybe the four Lan Jin that he had killed did not contain the real one? If that were true, what kind of game was he playing? Just messing with Master? From the way Master had described Lan Jin, he was just a murderous demon, not the type to use cunning schemes.
There was something fishy about the whole thing.