598 - Fury

    Ye Qingyu suddenly realized that the owner last time he came was evidently a kind fat man. It had only been two months, but they had suddenly just switched managers?

    But thinking about it, it was quite normal for business to change hands. Furthermore, it was in such chaotic times. The whole world was flipping around. It was not such a strange matter for there to be such a change.

    Ye Qingyu silently sat down, evaluating the people inside and outside the inn, thoughtful.

    No one noticed that at this time, Ye Qingyu had stealthily awakened Little Nine, and slowly whispered something near his ear. 

    Little Nine transformed into a stream of light that no one noticed, disappearing from the inn.

    Time passed by.

    Suddenly lifting his head, a father and daughter that were singing attracted Ye Qingyu's attention.

    The old father that had wild white hair's complexion was old and somewhat unresponsive. He silently sat on a stool, his dark brown eyes sunken in his eye sockets. An empty trouser leg was tied into a knot, emptily dropping down to the ground. The most eye catching thing was his fingers, which was extremely long and slender, his nails like white jade. It did not seem like the withered and yellow fingers of a common old man. There was a glossy mahogany chinese fiddle in his hand that was emitting light, the skin of the fiddle also had a clear colour and luster. The skin of it was made from a python, the spine of the fiddle smooth and glossy. It was evidently made from high class mahogany.  

    The fiddle seemed to be old, and should be something his ancestors had passed down.

    Travelling artists treated their own musical instruments as their lives.

    But the fiddle in this old man's hand already had a broken string. He occasionally fiddled with it a few times, but the melody and tune was no longer as complete and melodious as it was in the past.

    In the arms of this old man, there was a young girl that seems to be around twelve or thirteen years old.

    There were ashes smeared across the face of this little girl, seeming to be dirty and grimy. Her slightly dry long hair that was to her waist was bound behind her back, several strands of hair landing on her shoulder. Her linen coloured cloth dress had already been contaminated with mud. In her embrace, there was a square spice bag the size of a palm, covered with the pattern of almond blossoms. This pouch was something she adored extremely. No matter how dirty her hands, her face, her clothes got, the spice bag was still as clean as if it was new.

    The young girl sniffed it lightly, and a sweet smile appeared on her face. It was as if there was the fragrance of almond flowers that was indistinctly emitting from the spice bag.

    Perhaps it was because the temperature was too cold, the little girl was like a little kitten that was curled up in the old man's embrace. She was thin and tired, her clothes torn, her large eyes dark and without expression. It was as if she was staring into the unknown space. There was a gentle and charming unknown little tune that was as loud as a fly constantly being hummed by her.

    "She's a blind girl..."

    Ye Qingyu poured himself a cup of tea. As he blew on the hot teal, he muttered to himself.

    The Hu Bugui by the side withdrew his questioning gaze. It was only that his hands were half lifted in the air, as if he was thinking about something.

    Ye Qingyu had once seen this father and daughter before. When he and Old Fish had just arrived at Flowing Light City, they had passed by the entrance of this inn.

    Old Fish had heard the voice which this little girl sung with, and insisted that Ye Qingyu come inside to listen and eat.

    Therefore Ye Qingyu had some impression towards this pair.

    At that time, the flow of people within the city was like leaves, and the business of the inn explosive. therefore the business of this pair of father and daughter selling their music was not bad. Especially for this girl. She was cute and adorable, clever. She often said some innocent words that caused the guest to roar with laughter after singing.

    Right now, the situation had turned chaotic. Everyone feared for their own lives, and no one came to listen. The father and daughter could only rely on each other as they sat dumbly in the corner.

    From their appearance, it was evident they did not have money to eat. They only sat there dumbly, bleak and pitiful.

    Seeing such a tragic scene, Ye Qingyu could not bear not to act.

    "Server, come over."

    Ye Qingyu beckoned.

    "Come! Guests, what do you need?"

    The young server as he was working hard on cleaning the tables, heard Ye Qingyu's voice and rushed over, his face filled with smiles.

    Ye Qingyu flipped his hand, and retied a piece of thick clothing. Handing it over to the server, and ordering another two bowls of noodles, he ordered the server to bring it over.

    The server quickly nodded his head. After running over and passing over the clothes, he once again returned to the kitchen. After a short while, there were two big steaming bowls of noodles that were brought out.

    Handing the noodles to the father and daughter performing their arts, he pointed to the seat of Ye Qingyu and Hu Bugui and then returned to the kitchen.

    The father carried the bowl of noodles, bowing his head towards Ye Qingyu's location. After expressing his endless thanks, he sat by the table and began ravenously devouring the food.

    By the window.

    "It's snowing!"

    The guests that were next to the windows suddenly let out a light exclamation.

    Everyone heard this and turned towards the window.

    In the skies, there was snowflakes floating in the air.

    The snowflakes that were commonly seen everywhere in Heaven Wasteland Domain, right now caused a chilling cold to be born within Ye Qingyu's heart.

    "In these thousands of years ,the four season of the Flowing Light City has always been like spring. Hundreds of flowers often bloom. Right now, the order of the season has been completely overturned..." Hu Bugui let out a weak sigh that could barely be discerned.

    "With this snow, it's unknown just how many people will die from the cold..." there was someone that began sighing in regret in the inn.

     The scattered few people that were sat everywhere in the inn did not seem to be nobles or ministers. Conversely, they seemed like people that were trapped here, people that could barely protect themselves and could barely escape.

    "That's right, in the past it was always moderate wind and beautiful suns, lively and bustling. Right now it has turned into such a bitter cold situation, and we can't even return home..."

    "The situation within the city has greatly transformed. It is unknown just how many people have gotten lost and drifted away from their homes. For there still to be a piece of roof over our heads is already not bad."

    "That's right. It’s just unknown after the snow today, just how many bodies that have been frozen to death will appear on the streets at dawn..."

    "Ai..."

    There was a series of sighs.

    The colour of the sky grew darker.

    The snow that began during noon had signs that it was growing more and more intense. 

    Late in the evening, there was already a layer of white snow covering the roads. It was only that there was shreds of blood red mixed within, that was extremely jarring to the eyes.

    Suddenly, there was a series of footsteps that sounded from far away.

    The sudden noise startled those guests that were originally silent and engrossed in their own thoughts.

    Everyone turned in coordination towards the entrance of the inn.

    There was suddenly a squadron of Demon Spider Race soldiers that came from the distance. They suddenly stopped at the entrance to the inn, with strict discipline, cold glimmers emitting from their weapons and armour. It was like they were a black stream that instantly split apart. In a short amount of time, they quickly surrounded the entire inn. 

    Bang!

    The entrance to the inn was kicked open, broken wood scattering everywhere.

    A Demon Spider Race captain brought ten vicious Demon Spider Race warriors through the broken door. 

    There was a tense and nervous atmosphere that emanated throughout the entire inn.

    Everyone was fearful and in danger.

    Ye Qingyu lowered his head to prevent himself from attracting attention. But the corner of his eyes was observing clearly this entire squadron of Demon Spider Race warriors.

    The captain of the Demon Spider Race had black armour donned all around his body. His face had a thin layer of black fur around it, his eyes sparkling with red light. The blade scar down the side of his cheek was like a dense forest being divided in half. His strength was around the Heaven Ascension stage, and there were two large red patterned spiders on his shoulders .Evidently it should be something like his battle pets.

    By his side, the strength of the six Demon Spider Race warriors were also not ordinary. They also wore black armour, with a long blade at their waist. Their gazes were extremely terrifying, with a chilling killer aura, as if they were six machines of death.

    Apart from this, there were some warriors of the Human Race that had their backs bent, following them around like lackeys.

    "Where are the people? Quickly scram out, the Captain has something to announce." The human warrior blustered around for a bit, then glared at everyone in the inn and loudly shouted. 

    "I'm here, I'm here, I wonder what orders do your Lords have for me?" The young owner that was originally standing at the counter came out from behind the counter curtain. He was neither subjervient or overly arrogant, only slightly bending over. There was still the brush that was three fingers long that was held in his hand. 

    "You are the owner of this inn?" The human warrior evaluated him up and down.

    "That's me," the young owner replied with a smile.

    "Very well. Then listen well. The Devouring Heaven Lord has ordered that tomorrow morning, there is a swathe of human criminals that has to be executed at the ruins of the City Lord's residence. All you lowly slaves must come to the the ruins of the City Lord's residence to witness this execution. Those who dare resist this order will absolutely be killed without exception." The human warrior said, his tone high and loud, "Do you understand?" 

    The young owner nodded his head. "Yes, we will go. No matter what happens, I will definitely go."

    The human warrior nodded his head in satisfaction.

    He turned around, and when he faced the Captain of the Demon Spider Race, the arrogant and tyrannical expression on his face, immediately turned into flattery. Lowering his head and bending his back, "Lord, I've already finished interrogating. See..." 

    The Demon Spider Race Captain's expression was sinister like ice. Looking at everyone in the inn, it was like he was regarding dead bodies. Without saying a single thing, he turned and left.

    As he did so, everyone in the inn let out a breath of relief.

    But---

    Che!

    After walking several steps, the Captain of the Demon Spider Race suddenly turned around.

    He extended his long finger that was covered in black bristles, hsi fingertips as thin and long as a spider's leg. As if he needed to count carefully just how many people were present in the inn. Using a voice that was like the creepy sound of rusty metal rubbing against each other, he said one by word, "You lowly slaves, if someone dares not to go, then this is equal to betraying the army. You will be treated similarly! At that, the divine Demon Spider warrior standing guard at Flowing Light City, the heroic and might Lord Devouring Heaven will personally conduct this execution. You will have the chance to experience the mightiness of Lord Devouring Heaven!"

    "This is of course the case. Lord Devouring Heaven has not lost in over a hundred battles, he is invincible. Being able to experience his might is the wish of us common citizens." The female owner that was gentle and moving came out from the kitchen. Her slight smile was as if she could endure everything.

    Only until the soldiers of the Demon Spider Race left, did the atmosphere in the inn finally completely relax.

    Ye Qingyu and Hu Bugui exchanged a glance.

    They were going to kill those heroes that resisted tomorrow at the ruins of the City Lord's residence?

    The leader of the Demon Spider Race army was also going to appear?

    This was an opportunity that could not be missed. They could use this chance to save the people, and also completely eradicate the Demon Spider Race. This was absolutely perfect.

    After a brief while. 

    The atmosphere in the inn became slightly lively again. Some people began discussing in low voices.

    "Just now, that Captain of the Demon Spider Race, he is called the Red Devil. During the battle of the city, the City Lord led his guard as well as the servants of his family to resist to the last moment. They ultimately were no match and died in battle. It was this Red Devil Captain that was the first to rush into the family of the City Lord. He completely killed all three hundred of the members of the City Lord's residence, not even sparing one behind." 

    "That's right, the tragic scene at that time... really does not bear thinking about."

    "In truth, this Devouring Heaven divine warrior is even terrifying. From the rumours, he is the head of the army that is stationed within Flowing Light City. He is extremely brutal, and likes to eat human meat the most. Those human warriors that were captured on that day, as long as they had the slightest shred of yuan qi cultivation, were roasted alive, or steamed. They were slaughtered like killing beasts.  After entering the bedroom of the City Lord's residence, he did not like the fact that the bed was too hard. He directly tore the skin of the little maid in the City Lord's residence as well as the daughter and two sons of the City Lord and used it as a bed cover on the bed..." 

    "This absolutely is utterly heartless."

    "Ai, lower your voice. Don't speak anymore, if it's heard by anyone of no conscience and they report it back to the Demon Spider Race, then we will definitely die."

    The voices of discussion lowered in volume.

    Ye Qingyu and Hu Bugui continued to listen to such discussions.

    The expression of the two was calm like the sea with no wind, but the rage in their hearts was already a raging inferno.

    Kacha!

    The rage in Hu Bugui's heart rose. The pressure in his hand increased, and the teacup in his hand fractured. The tea inside seeped out from the cracks and fractures in the teacup----

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