Chapter 29
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Lou Yan’s back and the chest of the person behind him were pressed together without any gap. He could clearly feel the icy breath emanating from the person behind him, like that of a corpse, as well as the gradually fluctuating breathing rate.
Was Fu Xuezhou playing dead or had he come back to life? Was he really still human?
Lou Yan had just fired a total of six bullets at Fu Xuezhou, clearly hitting the brain, left chest, and even to prevent the possibility of Fu Xuezhou’s heart being one of the rare ones that grow on the right side, Lou Yan added another bullet to the right chest.
Each shot was not wasted, and Lou Yan was sure that what he had killed was not an illusion, but how could a human survive such an attack?
A body double?
Lou Yan’s peripheral vision swept over the spot where Fu Xuezhou had just laid, only seeing a pool of blood.
Fu Xuezhou… was he really still within the realm of humanity?
Lou Yan’s Adam’s apple rolled, and the next moment, Fu Xuezhou’s other hand grabbed Lou Yan’s chin and neck from behind. He pinched Lou Yan’s face to turn it sideways, lowered his eyes, and under the moonlight, he clearly saw the appearance of the little mouse.
The little mouse’s face was smeared with disguise makeup. It seemed that he had prepared for tonight, hence why he didn’t want to be recognized at first glance. Fu Xuezhou’s thumb brushed over the makeup on Lou Yan’s face, and under the rain, a faint green hue was smeared with the help of the rain.
But even if it was covered by makeup, this person’s features still showed an extraordinary sharpness. Even in this posture restricted by Fu Xuezhou, there was no trace of panic on this person’s face. Not only was there no panic, but he also calmly met Fu Xuezhou’s gaze, the emotions in his eyes inexplicably complex, full of malice. The man’s lips, which became even redder in the rain, suddenly lifted up, “Indeed, firearms can’t kill you.”
The blood on Fu Xuezhou’s front stained Lou Yan’s body, and the faint smell of gunpowder and the scent of willow leaves wafted to Fu Xuezhou’s nose—this was the smell left by Lou Yan firing his gun and moving through the willow forest.
Fu Xuezhou lowered his head, his gaze scanning Lou Yan inch by inch. He tightened his grip on Lou Yan’s neck, forcibly lifted Lou Yan’s face closer, and asked softly, “Who are you?”
Lou Yan’s smile turned mocking, lightly saying, “Guess, Fu Xuezhou.”
As he uttered the name, Lou Yan’s eyes suddenly darkened, and his black eyes were filled with naked hatred, as if he wanted to peel Fu Xuezhou’s skin and drink his blood.
Today, when Lou Yan came out to track the cultists, he had the intention of trying to find an opportunity to kill Cai Mo and the other cultists. He wasn’t a good person; although the deal he made with Wen Yian was to only kill Cai Mo, since he was already here, he would definitely kill as many cultists as possible. He was fully prepared for this, not just with weapons on his body, but also with disguises on his face.
Cultists were a group of perverts. Killing one would attract a bunch more, as disgusting as cockroaches. Once it was found out that Lou Yan had killed cultists, these cultists would definitely launch a crazy retaliation against him. Lou Yan wasn’t afraid of cultists, but he wanted to avoid the possibility of them retaliating against the people around him if they couldn’t harm him directly.
In his past life, when he killed cultists, Lou Yan also got used to doing some disguises. Actually, his disguise on his face could only fool strangers. For people familiar with him, it would be easy to recognize his face.
—But Lou Yan felt that Fu Xuezhou wouldn’t recognize him.
He was extremely coldly certain of this fact. Even though he had followed Fu Xuezhou through three worlds, even though he had died at Fu Xuezhou’s hands three times, he was still absolutely certain that Fu Xuezhou wouldn’t recognize him.
What a ridiculous fact.
In Fu Xuezhou’s eyes, there were thousands of people who worshipped him, and there were countless people he had killed or saved. How could Fu Xuezhou remember a follower who had neither a close nor distant relationship with him? Lou Yan felt that in Fu Xuezhou’s eyes, he was just a stranger, a small character not worth remembering.
—But who said that small characters couldn’t kill gods?
Moreover, Fu Xuezhou wasn’t even a savior god.
Lou Yan seemed to be in a weak position, but his momentum didn’t diminish in the slightest. Even in this situation, he dared to provoke Fu Xuezhou, as if he wasn’t afraid of angering Fu Xuezhou at all. Fu Xuezhou looked at Lou Yan, suddenly pulled his lips, and actually smiled, “You make me feel very familiar… Tell me your name.”
This smile was exactly the same as the smile Fu Xuezhou had in the last life when he destroyed the world in flames. Lou Yan felt nauseated; his resentment doubled, and he even wanted to spit at Fu Xuezhou. He laughed coldly, “Haha.”
Fu Xuezhou easily discerned Lou Yan’s refusal and disgust. He breathed lightly, his eyelashes drooping, raindrops sliding down his long and black lashes one by one. He seemed to be contemplating something. After a moment, Fu Xuezhou suddenly moved at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye and pressed Lou Yan against a thick and sturdy willow tree.
“Bang!”
In the blink of an eye, Lou Yan’s back slammed heavily into the tree. He grunted, and in the next instant, his hands were firmly grasped by another slender and powerful hand and forcefully lifted above his head. Lou Yan looked up to see Fu Xuezhou standing extremely close to him in the moonlit mist, almost obscuring the faint white moonlight in the forest. His silver hair hung down in front of him and behind him, like a deity formed from moonlight. He gently held Lou Yan’s wrists and asked again, “Tell me your name.”
Lou Yan lifted his eyelids and found it amusing. He actually burst out laughing, “Letting you know my name would only dirty it.”
Fu Xuezhou didn’t say anything. Instead, he picked up the Tang sword and swiftly pierced through Lou Yan’s hands, pinning him fiercely to the willow tree.
Lou Yan’s face twisted slightly, and his eyes stared at Fu Xuezhou fiercely like a wild beast.
Intense pain shot through his palms to his nerves, and blood dripped down along the blade and Lou Yan’s arms. Some drops fell on Lou Yan’s head, and some blood even dripped onto his forehead, then slid down to his straight nose, leaving a thrilling bloodstain.
Fu Xuezhou, having completed this action, acted as if he had plucked a flower or crushed an ant effortlessly. He still looked down at Lou Yan, “What’s your name?”
“…” Lou Yan’s breathing became slightly rapid, but he still didn’t say a word.
Fu Xuezhou smiled faintly again, reaching out to lightly touch the blood on Lou Yan’s face.
His hand was slender, with distinct joints, excessively pale, and covered with purplish-blue veins. This hand, stained with Lou Yan’s blood, gradually moved downward, brushing across the oil paint on Lou Yan’s face, his chin, and then to Lou Yan’s body.
He searched Lou Yan’s body from top to bottom, finding a utility knife from the inner pocket of his coat, two daggers from the outer pocket, a stun baton from his waist, two small rivet rings, another small knife from the pocket on his leg, and a small bottle of spray—a sharp dagger was even tied to his calf.
And there was that handgun and bullets.
Fu Xuezhou threw all these weapons aside, piling them up into a small mountain. He squatted down and finally touched Lou Yan’s ankles and shoes. Just as his hand touched Lou Yan’s shoe, he was caught off guard and fiercely kicked in the chest by Lou Yan.
Fu Xuezhou was kicked and fell to the ground. He raised his head, only to see Lou Yan looking down at him disdainfully, as if looking at garbage. “Get your dirty hands off me.”
Lou Yan had put all his strength into that kick. If the other person were an ordinary person, they would probably have fainted by now. However, Fu Xuezhou acted as if nothing had happened. He simply picked up the handgun and bullets that he had searched from Lou Yan’s body, stood up slowly, and methodically loaded the bullets into the handgun.
This was a handgun with eight bullets, given to Lou Yan by He Ming after the sniper rifle.
After loading the bullets, Fu Xuezhou looked at Lou Yan again. “Now that you’re weaponless, are you going to tell me your name?”
Lou Yan looked at him coldly.
Fu Xuezhou muttered to himself, “A tough nut to crack.”
He lightly placed the handgun on Lou Yan’s shoulder and smiled again. “But I remembered.”
“You surnamed Lou.”
With a “bang,” a gunshot rang out, and a blood hole appeared on Lou Yan’s shoulder.
Fu Xuezhou, extremely stubborn, tilted his head again and asked, “Lou what?”
Author’s note:
Fu Xuezhou, your wife is gone
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