frightfiction Chapter 1277 Right and Wrong
Chapter 1277 Right and Wrong
"what......."
Before the sound of fleeing had even faded from the valley, a scream suddenly came from afar—it was Lao Liu's voice.
Jiang Xiaochuan's heart sank.
He had personally witnessed the fat man's ability to escape.
Like a ghost, even Hattori Hanzo was momentarily caught off guard and lost the initiative.
Who can stop him?
The thought had barely crossed my mind when a chilling gust of wind rushed towards me.
"Oh!"
The sixth brother seemed to have been forcibly pulled out of thin air and slammed into the middle of the crowd.
At that moment, his chubby face was contorted in pain, and he clutched his chest tightly with both hands.
Jiang Xiaochuan was shocked to see a faint red handprint imprinted on his inner armor.
Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming, pungent smell of blood assaulted my nostrils.
Jiang Xiaochuan suppressed his discomfort and stared intently ahead.
Suddenly, the air ahead distorted.
Immediately afterwards, a figure materialized and slowly appeared.
The newcomer was tall and thin, standing out from the crowd, shrouded in a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay, his face almost transparently white.
If it weren't for the black robe that accentuated his upright figure, his withered appearance would make him look like a middle-aged man nearing the end of his life.
Even more bizarrely, the withered leaves within a few feet of where he landed curled up silently and eventually turned into dark red dust.
Jiang Xiaochuan's palms felt sticky; he couldn't fathom the depths of this person's abilities at all.
This restrained yet domineering sense of oppression is at least at the mid-stage of the Nirvana Realm, and may even have touched the threshold of the late stage!
As soon as the man stood still, the air on his left and right sides rippled slightly, and then two figures quietly appeared.
On the left is a gaunt old man with high cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and a long, pointed chin.
On the right is a plump woman, dressed in a red dress that clings to her body.
Several dark red veins on her neck spread down to her cheeks, making her otherwise fairly regular face look even more eerie.
The aura emanating from these two individuals, though slightly weaker than that of the sinister man in the middle, was still firmly on the threshold of Nirvana.
Upon seeing the sinister-looking man appear, the four Crimson Blood Cult masters immediately lowered their heads, revealing an instinctive fear.
The black-robed priest, who had been silent all along, nodded slightly and uttered two words in a low voice: "Master."
Tang Jie, who was called the leader, first glanced at the sixth brother, who was curled up in pain on the ground, and a hint of surprise flashed in his narrow eyes.
He was clearly surprised that Lao Liu was able to survive his attack.
However, his gaze lingered for only a moment before he looked away as usual, and said hoarsely, "Drag these two rats away and refine them into the blood pool."
The gaunt old man let out a strange, hoarse laugh as he stepped forward, his rough, large hands stirring up a foul stench.
With his life hanging in the balance, Lao Liu couldn't pretend to be dead anymore. He scrambled backward, his back pressed against a dead tree.
Knowing there was no way out, all the color drained from her face.
Tang Jie stopped looking at them and turned to the black-robed priest, speaking in a consultative tone: "High Priest, I have important matters to discuss with you privately."
"slow."
The black-robed priest raised his hand, stopping the gaunt old man who was about to lash out.
Then he turned to Tang Jie, his voice as calm as still water: "I know very well that the leader has been working tirelessly day and night for the revival of the Holy Church. But..."
His gaze swept over Jiang Xiaochuan and Lao Liu. "These two thieves who infiltrated the Holy Tomb and then returned, doesn't the leader intend to first ask them just how much damage they caused to the Holy Tomb?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Jie's body trembled.
The phrase "to go and then return" has a profound meaning.
He knew very well that last time, thieves had entered the Holy Tomb and stolen the relics, and now they had returned...
In an instant, Tang Jie's aura suddenly became dangerous, and his blood energy uncontrollably emanated from him.
In the distance, several black crows perched on the treetops were startled by the murderous aura and flew away in a panic, cawing.
"Hand over what belongs to me!"
Tang Jie could barely contain his excitement and roared.
The sixth brother was overwhelmed by the bloodthirsty aura that far surpassed that of the previous four grandmasters, and his stomach churned violently.
If the smell was unpleasant just now, now it feels like my internal organs are being squeezed, and a strong urge to vomit is rising in my throat.
He couldn't hold it in any longer and gagged with a "whoosh".
Even the leader of the Crimson Blood Cult personally intervened, so Lao Liu knew he couldn't escape death.
But what he excels at is finding a glimmer of hope in desperate situations.
This had almost become his instinct.
Whether it's reading between the lines or adapting to changing circumstances, this instinct allows them to perform at their best.
Just now, the instant Tang Jie appeared, Lao Liu clearly noticed the subconscious reaction of the four grandmasters.
It wasn't the fanatical reverence one should have for the cult leader; it was more like a fear and submission born of power and status.
The black-robed priest appeared respectful, but his tone was indifferent, even containing a hint of barely perceptible dissatisfaction.
It is highly unusual for a sect with a history spanning over a thousand years to have such delicate internal relationships.
In a flash, a rumor suddenly popped into his mind.
The true leaders of the Crimson Blood Cult throughout history have always been able to control the sacred artifacts passed down through generations without suffering any backlash from them!
Only when sacred objects recognize a master can a religion be considered legitimate!
But now, the legendary sacred artifact Bloodlust is clearly in Jiang Xiaochuan's arms!
Before that, he was also lying in the Holy Sepulchre.
Lao Liu always believed that the sacred object was sealed in the sacred tomb because of the last words of the Blood Marrow Ancestor.
But now it seems that the Blood Marrow Ancestor determined that his descendants would not be able to activate the sacred artifact, so he resorted to this desperate measure.
This had absolutely nothing to do with him, but now that he was about to lose his life, what was there to be afraid of?
"Be bold!"
Faced with Tang Jie's murderous gaze, Lao Liu suddenly straightened his back and shouted at the top of his lungs, "How dare you be so disrespectful to your own leader?"
"Are they trying to get the Blood Punishment Hall to clean house?!"
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.
Even the surging blood energy around Tang Jie paused slightly.
Everyone stared at Lao Liu as if he were crazy.
"What did you say?"
Tang Jie spoke slowly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger, but the chill in his narrow eyes was almost palpable, and his palms flashed with red light.
"Master, wait a moment."
Just as Tang Jie was about to crush Lao Liu to death, the black-robed priest gently tapped the ground with his bone staff, making a soft "thud" sound.
With a slight movement, he stood between Tang Jie and Jiang Xiaochuan.
"What...do you mean by that?"
Turning to the sixth brother, the black-robed priest spoke slowly.
The sixth brother was overjoyed, never expecting that this black-robed priest would be so "sensible," daring to even disregard the leader's face.
He immediately seized the opportunity, raising his voice so everyone could hear him clearly:
"Don't you understand? I remember the rule passed down by your Crimson Blood Cult's founder: sacred objects possess spirits and choose their own masters!"
"This means that only those who are recognized by the sacred object and can control it without suffering a backlash are the true leaders destined by Heaven!"
"Am I right or wrong?"