Chapter 37: Soulless

Xia Houyu woke up for a while.
He seemed to have a terrible nightmare. In the dream, his mother died, his head separated, his face was completely different, and he was thrown away. It took him a long time to react with great bluntness and pain, which was not a dream.
She is still lying there, he is going to find her!
As soon as the door was opened, he was pushed back to the house by Uncle Duan, and Qiu Ye followed behind and walked in.
"Uncle, what are you doing! My mother ..."
"I know!" Uncle Duan interrupted him. "Marry, pack up and return to Galan with us later."
"Where's my mother! I'm going to find my mother!" Xiahou shouted with tears.
"Rabbit! Now the streets are full of Liu Guizang's disciples, who are searching for you door to door! You are now looking for Gala Luo, but you have been arrested before you hit her. Which one did you find dead! Don't mess with Lao Tzu, pack up things early and go back to the mountain! "
Xia Houyi stood silently, his fists clenched and his nails were almost embedded in the flesh.
Qiu Ye sighed, and Xiao Suo in his eyes swept away the fallen leaves. He stood by the window and looked through the thin window screen to disciples who came and went by the knife on the street. Xia Houyi's body was unbiased, lying in the middle of the street, his empty eyes looking at the sky without stars.
"I won't go," Xiahou said.
"Xiahou Hou!"
"I won't go." Xia Houyi raised his blood-red eyes, "I will collect my mother's body and kill Liu Guizang!"
Uncle Duan laughed angrily, "Do you know who Liu Guizang is? Even your mother can't fight him, can you !? What are you going to do to kill his 3,000 disciples, and what are you going to use to resist? His Qi Family Knife? At that time, you will be a joke like your mother, dead in the street! It happens that your two mothers have one Beishi and one Nanfang, let everyone see it! "
Qiu Ye frowned, and yelled, "Duan Jiu!"
"But I can't let her lie there, never!" Xia Hou wiped his eyes. Xia Hou's rotting appearance was lingering in his mind. She was such a proud person. How could she endure the wind and the insect bite? How much pain should she have?
"Xiao Hou," Qiu Ye said, "Xiahou Hou is beyond recognition, what do you think?"
Xia Hou looked at autumn leaves with red eyes.
"That's because she doesn't want you to recognize her and doesn't want you to take revenge. Galauro, Galan's first sword, has never feared the sword, never feared life and death, she has been wanting for her whole life, whatever she wants. You, Xiaoyu, you are her only bond in this world. "
"She didn't want me to recognize her, and didn't want me to save her and get revenge. But how could I ... how could ..." Xia Hou sobbed silently, "Don't you want me to watch her trampled but indifferent!"
"No, my sister-in-law, what she doesn't want is for you to die. She wants you to live, to your best, to live."
Sorrow is like dust, and layers of airtightness seal Xia Houyi's heart. What's so good about being alive, and what's so bad about being dead? Is it possible for him to live and let his mother leave the corpse and eat and drink, is everything the same as before?
Xia Houyi said nothing, and Wu picked up the knife and opened the door.
Downstairs sat a table of hidden stakes and a table of assassins. It turned out that not only Qiuye and Duan Jiu came, but the rest of Galan's eight were here.
As soon as Xia Houzhen went out, eleven pairs of eyes brushed together, everyone was silent, like an expressionless statue.
Xia Hou squeezed his lips and walked downstairs. Suddenly an arrow was drawn across the waist, and blood flowed suddenly. Xia Houyi turned his head, and Duan Jiu asked furiously: "Xia Houyi, are you going to fight with Liu Guizang with injuries?"
Xia Houzhen didn't say a word, still went down.
An arrow was shot in the knee, and Xia Houyu immediately knelt down. He stood up with his hands on his back, dragged the injured leg, and limped down. The eyes of all the assassins followed him, and no one could say the meaning inside, which was about hurting others, and about sorrowful.
Duan Jiu shot another arrow, and Xia Houzhen knelt down completely, and turned from one to the other on the stairs, hitting his head and bleeding, his nose was swollen. He couldn't stand anymore, his legs were shaking. But he still crawled hard, pulling out two dazzling bloodstains.
He is going to die. Everybody knows.
But there are some things, even if you know that you must die, there is no need to look back.
"Xiao, don't you understand?" Qiu Ye, who had been silent, suddenly said, "You are just a cricket ant."
Qiu Ye came downstairs and lifted Xia Houyi's collar with one hand. He was originally a cowardly man, like a scholar who couldn't resist and couldn't lift his shoulders, but at this moment he was able to lift Xia Houhou, a seventeen-year-old one-handed, and press his face firmly against the window, with Baibujin The window lattice and milky white screen let him see the disciples coming and going outside.
"You see, the Qi Family's sword crown is absolutely the best in the world. These disciples start every day at hurry, and they break every day. Their sword-drawing technique can cut off your belly with one stroke, and let your intestines flow out like water. Their skyward sword method You can chop your head and let your left eye see your right eye. "The gentle man whispered, and said the cruelest things in the most gentle tones.
Xia Houyi shed tears silently.
"Do you think you died for your mother-in-law, and you have fulfilled your filial piety? Is it worthy of your mother to go to the underworld? You are wrong, and once you die, all the world will know that Liu Guizang murdered Jia Louluo and his mother. He is the first sword in the world to be well deserved. At that time, the heroes will be full of emotions, sitting on the rivers and lakes, and will be very happy. And you, your mother, are only his stepping stones, which is the most influential stroke on his credit book. It was two gorge mice who died under the knife of Jingdaoshanzhuang Village. "Qiuye's voice sounded slowly and slowly," Are you satisfied with this? Xiaoyu? "
Xia Houyu seemed to have lost his soul, letting Qiuye hold his neck. Tears blurred their eyes, and nothing was real.
Shame, hatred, and sorrow rushed to the left of the chest and smashed with blood, but what made him feel more confused and helpless. He had no choice but to hide like a tortoise.
Outside, Liu Guizang came over on a horse, kicking his horseshoes, and making two rounds around Xia Hou's body.
Qiu Ye held Xia Houyi's hand tightly, and looked intently out the window. The assassins came around, carefully piercing small holes in the window paper, and peeping at the street.
"Your name is Xia Houyi, right! I know that you are the son of Gala Luo." Liu Guizang shouted.
Xia Houzhen could barely see the earthquake, and Qiuye held him down to keep him from moving.
"Empty," Liu Guizang looked down at Xia Houyi's body, chuckling sarcastically. "His mother is lying here, but she can't hide her like a turtle. Why, Gallo's son turned out to be a coward. , Even dare not face me face to face? "
The night was dark and gloomy, as if dripping. There are homes on both sides of the street, and in the dark night there are countless pairs of scared eyes peering through the thin window paper to spy on Liu Guizang riding on the tall horse. Liu Guizang looked around, still without the shadow of the man he wanted.
He waved his hand, and the next disciple was ordered to blow a whistle.
There was a barking of the mastiff at the street, and in the dark night, a shadow of two tall and short appeared. A disciple walked over with two black wolf dogs. The wolf dogs walked around while they were sniffing. They wore shiny fur, eyes staring green light, and turbid saliva leaked from the teeth.
Xia Houzhen fought a cold war.
"You buggers in the gutter, really six relatives don't recognize it." Liu Guizang said, "Xiahou Hou, if I let the dog eat your mother's scum, you will not come out?"
Like a Jiao Lei hitting his head, Xia Houzhen was shocked, and when time anger swept his heart, he rushed out whenever he moved. Akiba hugged him tightly, and the assassins came one after another, some holding his legs and some pressing his hands, not even forgetting to cover him with his mouth. Xiahou was violently violent, his teeth clawed, his anger and humiliation rolled over him like a thunder, almost burning him to ashes.
But he couldn't do anything. He could only watch it, watching the two dogs sniffing his mother's body. The disciples raised their whip and hit the wolf dog fiercely. The wolf dog barked in fear. Sound, began to bite Xia Houyu's broken body.
The carrion was bitten apart piece by piece, swallowed into the abdomen, and quickly revealed the white Sensen skeleton.
Xia Hou shed tears like a stream of spring, so assassins don't go over, someone sighed low.
"Xia Houyi, don't be impulsive anymore." The assassin pressing his hand spoke gloomily. Xia Houyi recognized him. He was the newly appointed Luo Jia. "Why did Xia Houyi die, don't you understand?"
Xia Hou stunned.
"It's because of you," said Youyou, an assassin underneath. "If you hadn't let that young master away, Xia Houyi wouldn't have to be whipped for you, he wouldn't be hurt or injured, and the old illness would not heal for years."
"Her injuries are rain and drama, Liuzhou is rainy in winter, and it is helpless to take her in the sky."
Because of him, all because of him. This sentence was like a curse, repeated in Xiahou's ears.
It was his willful behavior and his apostasy that led to the misery of Xia Houyi today. It's all because of him.
Liu Guizang waited for a long time, but still no figure. He rolled over and stepped on his head, stepping on Xia Houyi's head, "Xia Houyi, do you want your mother-in-law's chief to be buried in the dog's abdomen? I've done it dozens of times, ten times, your mother's chief Dog rations. "
Uncle Duan said, "Pull back Xiaoyan, don't let him watch!"
Assassins pulled Xia Houyu to the table and sat down next to him. Xia Houyi was like a lifeless puppet, sitting on the bench dumbfounded, his eyes were dull and dull. He was silent, as if clouds were covering his body, but even if he was silent, all the assassins were aware of the suffocating sadness on him.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven ..."
Xia Houyi remained motionless, as if he could not hear the countdown of Liu Guizang, like an unconscious unconscious.
"Three, two, one!" Liu Guizang cried loudly. "Xia Houyi, you are a waste!"
He let go of his feet, and the two dogs scrambled to bite the rotten flesh on Xia Hou's cheek. Soon, half of his face was gone.
Xia Houyi stood up and the assassins gathered.
"I'm going to bed." His voice was hoarse, rough and unseen.
He turned around, climbed upstairs with trembling, injured his leg, and trembled every step of the way. No one stepped forward to help him. The assassin's path had to go by himself, even the bush of thorns, even the road of Shura.
Behind him and behind the door of the inn, two wolf dogs ate Xia Houyi's head, even bones were broken between sharp teeth, and the sound of throbbing through the door slit, through the window, and reached Xia Houyi's ear.
Xia Houyi did not turn back, step by step, like a bereavement dog, crawled back to the house.
At night, there was no sound, not even a dog barking, and the whole city seemed dead.
Xia Houyi leaned his knees against the bed. Tears had dried up. He was a boy and shouldn't have been crying. When he was a child, he cried when Xia Houyi was annoyed, saying that he was a sissy and loved to cry. Of course, Xia Houyi didn't like to listen to these words. He cried hard every time he wanted to cry, bit his fist when he couldn't hold it, and he couldn't say anything when he died.
Now no one cares whether he will cry or not. He can cry from night to dawn, and no one will call him a crying bag, like a girl.
The door was suddenly opened and Uncle Duan came in.
He handed Xia Houyi a knife. Xia Houyi took over. It turned out to be Hengbo.
Holding the cold scabbard in his hand, Xia Houzhen's heart was stabbed severely. He didn't say anything, only slowly took Hengbo into his arms.
"This is what I found in the woods outside the city. Fortunately, I can still find Hengbo and give you some thoughts." Uncle Duan said, "Speaking of it, I have known Xiahou for twenty years. She is a natural sword Guest, others are assassins, how can they have to suffer a bit, and slowly get a little reputation. But misses are inevitable anyway, our group of people are very simple in mind, they can do it and keep their lives. That's the top priority.
"But your mother is not the same. She is a genius. Since her debut, she has never missed and never lost. In the Central Plains, she is called Gallo, and in the Western Regions, she is called 'Avoru'. 'Avoru 'It means the devil.'
Xia Houyi was still silent, his eyes were like a withered well. Uncle Duan did not know if he was listening to himself, sighed, and said, "Xiao, you have to remember that your father is the abbot of Galan, who swept across the Central Plains 30 years ago. , Your mother is Gala, Garan, Avoru in the Western Region, the sharpest blade in the world. Assassin's blood is flowing in your body, and you are a born assassin.
"Your brother is tired and has inherited the savage sword technique. Go to him, Xiaoyu. Learn from him the most powerful sword technique in the world."
Xia Houyi raised his eyes, and his dark eyes reflected Uncle Duan's face, and he repeated hoarsely the name of the brother he had never met: "Hang."
"Yes, he lives on the black-faced buddha. No one except the abbot knows the way to the black-faced buddha. You can only climb up by yourself, use ropes, daggers, whatever you use, find him. Little Alas, you have to replace your mother-in-law and become the strongest assassin. Only by becoming the strongest can you defeat Liu Guizang. "
"I understand."
The sad young man was hiding in the dark. Uncle Duan couldn't see his eyes, only saw his thin hand holding the transverse wave, doing his best, as if his fingers were breaking. Uncle Duan suddenly felt that he wasn't holding a knife, but his life.
Assassins began planning to withdraw from Liuzhou. They plan to retreat in batches, Xia Houyi is the first batch.
They chose a sunny day, and Qiu Ye, Duan Jiu, and Xia Houyi rode out of the city on horseback. Hirano was reckless, with dead trees and crows, and Banqiao Stone Road. The light clouds of the sky are faint, like a very light hand-painted ink letter, the color of the bottom is darker, and it outlines the endless mountains.
One mile out of the city, Xiahou Su suddenly stopped his horse.
Qiu Ye and Duan Jiu turned to look at him in surprise.
He has been silent for a long time these days, and has hardly said a word. Akiba made people take turns looking at him for fear that he would do something stupid. But he didn't do anything, he should eat and eat, he should sleep and sleep, and he didn't even come close to the threshold. He is still a child, and no one can expect a child to come out of the pain of motherlessness quickly, but he no longer shed tears.
"What are you doing?" Uncle Duan asked.
Xia Hou stepped off the horse without answering. He knelt beside the road and struck three heads in the direction of Liuzhou.
"Unfilial son Xia Houyi, goodbye to my mother here! The revenge of killing her mother is not shared, and from now on, Xia Houyi and Jing Dao Shan Zhuang, and Liu Guizang will never die!"
Qiu Ye came to him, "Xiao Ye, you know that if you kill the karma, you will be killed? I waited for my blood to fill my hands, and I was full of evil. Today is to be expected. Why do n’t you be obsessed? Listen to me, do n’t worry You deserve to live your own life. When did you report the grievances, and you killed Liu Guizang, the disciples of Liu Guizang came to kill you again, why are you here? "
"Master," Xia Houyi didn't turn back, and the kneeling back was sober and somber. "I, Xia Houyi, in this life, do n’t marry a wife, have no children, do n’t accept disciples, and do n’t make friends. All the bad debts, finally I am, I am dead and everything is gone. "
In winter's Hirano, the vegetation is sweltering and the wind is bleak.
Xia Houyi's words were vows and punishments.
Qiu Ye watched Xia Houyu stand up and leave from him.
The cold wind yanked his hair recklessly, and the shabby black robe was blown into the air. This childless and lawless child grew up with grief and hatred. When he raised his eyes, Akiba's heart was sore and painful.
Those eyes belong to an injured lone wolf.
Akiba knew that when it healed, it would return from afar with sharp claws and fangs, and avenge all those who trampled on the assassin.