Beginning with the Ubume Bird Chapter 124

Chapter 124: Chapter 23 The End!

As soon as Liang Ye started to sing, not only did every man with a Mysterious Songbird's legacy feel something hit them in the face, but Li Yan did too.

“Big bro, you play rock music, what's the use of playing it~ ah?”

A little New Year greeting tune, an off-key and hoarse duck voice, with a playful nasal sound.

With the blare of the suona, it pierced through the skies!

Blowing and beating at weddings and funerals, like a stick hitting a pancake, the chatter of thirty-something old women.

That was all from Liang Ye opening his mouth.

A leather jacket? Black sunglasses? Skull rings? Long hair?

Even in big flowery underpants, one could sing rock 'n' roll!

The suona rose high into the sky:

“I must learn something new to show off! Only then can you keep on liking it.”

“Look at that art, like a naturally born mute.”

“It must find another way to talk, to talk yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Both men saw a prompt before their eyes.

“Musical instruments changed. Status assessment in progress…”

Status: ?????

Li Yan's arm veins bulged as he stepped forward with his gun. The large spear swept towards the man's neck like wild thunder.

The man softened, his ears still lingering on that sentence “What's the use of playing it?”

What's the use of playing? What kind of stuff was this?

After all, both were from “Ten Cities.” The man stooped slightly, charging forward with a bow, using the advantageous position he had previously gained to get within three steps of Li Yan. The Crooked Leg Knife slashed toward Li Yan's chest.

Before Li Yan could change his move, Liang Ye's duck voice penetrated the man's ears:

“Did rock 'n' roll wear out your kidneys!”

“Or did it wear out you, the person?”

So earthy!

And damn charming.

The man swallowed a breath, his Crooked Leg Knife moving a fraction faster.

Li Yan didn't switch his gun for a sword; there wasn't time. His gun's butt whirled in reverse, knocking against the Crooked Leg Knife.

The man frowned as he saw his own knife's blade chipped by the impact.

His knife was supposed to be three times sharper than ordinary weapons!

Li Yan twisted his hands to the right around the spear shaft, rubbing it against the blade, and the sparks that flew broke the knife from the man's grip.

To Li Yan's surprise, what shot out from the broken edge of the Crooked Leg Knife was a ripple of distorted air!

Li Yan couldn't dodge in time and felt a deep, bone-exposing wound open in his chest, blood spurting a foot out.

Knife energy!

Li Yan couldn't help feeling both shocked and envious.

Specialized training, skills, weapons—Li Yan wouldn't say he suppressed the man in any of these, but he was not worse either. However, knife energy, that was something Li Yan didn't have.

To this day, not considering guns, he was also a thoroughly close combat soldier.

The Mysterious Songbird man smirked proudly, irritated by the suona sound drilling into his ears, as Liang Ye's charming voice rang out:

“Looks like you did learn something new to show off?”

“Otherwise, why are you so likable!”

“But you still became a mute,”

“Babbling nonsense all day long~ nonsense~”

On the stage, the guitars, drums, and even the wires, aligned in a row, all began to twist along with Liang Ye's voice, looking infinitely flirtatious.

The Mysterious Songbird man, unable to endure it any longer, reversed his grasp on the Crooked Leg, and, taking advantage of Li Yan being pushed back by the knife energy, took a deep breath and swung his arm forward!

Knife energy cut through the air!

Li Yan, retreating, saw countless distorted ripples wildly slashing towards him.

With his feet off the ground, his fingertips grazed the spear shaft, and he gripped it tightly.

Drawing back, the blade of the spear swayed, dinging and clanging against the air, the shaft wailing. Layers of fine bloodlines burst from the fingers holding the spear, and the shaft forcefully pulled back.

The tassel on the spear danced, and the scythe-hook caught the Mysterious Songbird man below his ribs.

Tiger Rises!

“Die!”

The man stumbled forward from the hook of the scythe.

In that moment, Li Yan, whose hands and arms were covered in bloodstains, had a stroke of enlightenment.

Honda Tadakatsu's final thrust before his death replayed in his mind, each motion unfolding before his eyes.

The exhilaration of leaping to the mountain peak, greater than the joy of a reunion after a long separation.

His right hand supported the spear, his left thumb pressed down.

The Devouring Blade melted into a sky of platinum light, each tassel emitting ripples in the light, engulfing the man completely.

Like thousands of swallows skimming the water.

Inspired by Honda Tadakatsu's “Demonic Eighty Strikes.”

A transformation.

Its name was Swallow Through the Curtain.

Tiger Rises!

Swallow Through the Curtain!

“Did rock and roll tire out your kidneys or you as a person!”

“Or did it exhaust you, the person, completely!”

The dark clouds roiled.

The heavy rain washed away debris and bloodstains.

Without using Blood Dip, Li Yan managed to kill a fellow Ten Cities level wanderer, Yan Fu.

Naturally, Liang Ye's contribution was significant.

On the stage, amidst the torrential downpour, various demon-like musical instruments twisted and turned with Liang Ye's singing:

“In the end, you couldn't become a sentient son of a bitch!”

“Or pretend not to understand, be an actor of integrity, huh!”

Below the stage, not a soul was present, yet cheers rose wave after wave.

For a moment, Li Yan seemed to see young girls and boys crowded together, the place abuzz, a young man standing on a stool, wearing a bellyband, swinging a bra, and shouting recklessly.

“It's just that the dream suddenly seems so lackluster!”

“Looking at you, I can't find the words anymore, any words!”

Under the influence of Dragon Flag and Yuanmou Jujube, Li Yan barely lifted his arm and gave Liang Ye on stage a thumbs-up.

The two exchanged a smile.

“Attention all wanderers, the content of the Yan Fu event has been modified!”

“For this event, there will be no possibility of early return. All wanderers must fight to the last man standing, without rest until death.”

“Killing the disruptor will grant an item that allows all wanderers to earn the right to return.”

In the midst of the noise, a cold male voice rang in Li Yan's ear, not Earth Endurance. Li Yan was certain he had never heard this voice before.

“Firstly, excuse the interruption, all wanderers who have finished their battles or are still fighting, my name is Pei Yunhu.”

“Next, my words are directed to a wanderer named Li Yan, inheritor of the Gu Huo Bird.”

Rain poured down in torrents!

“Of course, this also deeply concerns you all, so you might as well listen.”

“First of all, Li Yan, I know you can hear me. Two days ago, you killed three, oh, should be four wanderers. Among them, two were my companion teammates, one was a good friend of mine in reality, and the last one was my girlfriend, whom I had loved for eight years. We entered Yan Fu together a year ago, risking life and death.”

Yunhu's voice was as indifferent as a narrator's.

“I will not let you off.”

Li Yan sheltered under a tree from the rain, biting on a bright red carrot, his big head nodding vigorously, dripping with sauciness.

“There are currently thirty-two remaining wanderers in Yan Fu alive, none of whom have returned early. However, it seems that three have already killed six people and completed the event, including you, heh, that was close.”

“However, I regret to inform everyone that none of you will be able to leave.”

Thunder roared with intensity!

Standing on a theater stage with corpses at his feet, Wushan's fingers pressed against his ear, his grin malicious and fierce.

“Now, you might want to take a look at the content of this Yan Fu event.”

Wushan looked into the contents of the Yan Fu event. The clause that killing six people would grant freturn rights had disappeared, replaced by four large characters:

“Fight to the Death!”

Pei Yunhu's voice was cold:

“I've modified the content of the Yan Fu event. This time in Yan Fu, only one person can make it out alive!”

On Qianmen Street, the Dragon-patterned Large Saber shattered the wooden door, Zhao Xin's eyes blazed fire, and the little snake on her fingers became restless.

“Of course, if you can find me and get the item that modified the Yan Fu event, you can change it back yourself.”

“Or, you could kill Li Yan.”

“I can check whether all wanderers are alive. As long as I confirm Li Yan is dead, I will let everyone leave.”

“Lastly, to Li Yan, right now. We both are in the most dangerous situation, fair is fair, so…”

At that moment, Pei Yunhu's voice brimmed with killing intent.

“Let's see who dies first!”

Li Yan tossed away the carrot and looked up at the dark clouds over the city.

“Very well, let's see who dies first.”

The sky was rampant with thunder; blue-purple lightning tore through the dark clouds, rolling like wild serpents.

“It's raining…”

Ren Ni's leather shoes stepped into a puddle, his expression placid. Behind him, festive New Year pictures were tacked on the wall.

“Wonder which thunder will be the loudest?”

He lifted his hands from the game controller, a satisfied look in his eyes.

The next level.

Chapter end

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