The sound of the flute ca eerily, and within this lodious and captivating music, there was an unsettling feeling.
It felt like countless ants crawling all over your body, itchy and extrely uncomfortable!
At the sa ti, this sudden flute sound put Jim and the others on high alert, their faces filled with unprecedented seriousness.
After all, there were no boats around, yet the flute sound was heard; where was it coming from?
And why did it appear at this mont!
All these questions were hard not to ponder deeply.
Then, the flute sound got closer, as if it was playing right next to their ears.
Suddenly, Myron seed to have noticed sothing and imdiately said, "Up in the sky!"
Upon hearing Myron’s words, everyone simultaneously looked up to the sky, and imdiately they saw a man in an azure robe descending slowly, holding a jade flute against his lips and gently playing.
The man’s appearance was bizarre, as if he descended from the heavens, unnoticed until now, and nobody knew where he had co from.
The next mont, the man gently landed, his whole deanor like a celestial being descending, giving off a feeling of ethereal otherworldliness.
After the man landed, he did not stop playing the jade flute.
However, since he was wearing a azure-faced mask with tusks, his features were obscured, leaving only his eyes visible.
Moreover, the man’s eyes were closed, his face showing an expression of enjoynt.
"Who exactly are you?" Yan Qingjun imdiately spoke.
He had dread of killing Ye Xunhuan, but now an unknown man appeared, causing Yan Qingjun’s heart to leap.
If Ye Xunhuan escapes this ti, it would nearly be impossible to kill him in the future.
To have Ye Xunhuan struck down once was already difficult enough, but to do so twice, could it be?
The man seed not to have heard Ye Xunhuan’s words, continuing to play the jade flute.
"Who are you?"
This ti, even Myron couldn’t help but speak.
He had sacrificed and lost too much for this plan – he couldn’t accept any failure.
Suddenly the flute sound ceased, and the man’s closed eyes opened.
The man’s gaze was gentle yet filled with a sense of antiquity, not just through experience but through the passage of ti and personal trials.
These gentle and ancient eyes seed to penetrate one’s heart, leaving you without any secrets!
"Interrupting others is not polite," the man spoke gently, his voice magnetic, flowing like a stream beside one’s ear, cleansing a person’s dirty soul: "Aren’t you Westerners always attending to gentlemanly manners?"
"Who are you?"
"A passerby," the man responded casually. "A re passerby that flashes by in the vast sea of humanity, a forgotten passerby."
"Since you are a passerby, then please depart!"
"Okay!" The man nodded in agreent.
Upon hearing the man’s acceptance, Myron and others finally exhaled in relief. This man’s appearance was too eerie, clearly not soone easily provoked, and nobody knew the consequences if he stayed.
His prompt agreent to leave was entirely unexpected.
But the next mont, the man’s words took a turn, imdiately clutching at Myron and the others’ hearts.
"I can leave, but I’m taking them with !"
"Absolutely not!" Yan Qingjun quickly said. "If you wish to leave, leave alone, they won’t be leaving with you!"
"I actually dislike you," the man uttered softly.
Yan Qingjun opened his mouth, about to protest, but the man’s voice circulated around them: "Generally, those I dislike have two outcos!"
"One is being killed by , the other becoming a fool!"
"Which do you prefer?"
Yan Qingjun’s heart trembled suddenly: "What... what do you an?"
For so reason, as the man’s gentle gaze fell upon him, Yan Qingjun felt imnse pressure, as if a giant stone weighed upon his chest!
"If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you!" the man remarked calmly. "For the sake of us both being Huaxia people, I won’t let you die abroad – you’ll beco a fool!"
Myron and others shivered, a grim premonition rising rapidly. Before they could react, the man vanished from in front of them.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Yan Qingjun, his hand placed upon Yan Qingjun’s head.
Suddenly, Yan Qingjun’s face contorted into an agonized expression.
"Bang!"
Yan Qingjun crumpled to the ground, motionless, his face serene, as if peacefully asleep!
"What... what did you do?" Jim asked, his face pale with terror.
"Nothing, just made him a fool," the man spoke gently. "Though, you won’t see his foolishness!"
"You..."
The next mont, the man’s figure flickered, and instantly appeared before Jim. Before Jim could react, the man’s right hand clutched at Jim’s throat.
"I have always despised those who are ungrateful; he helped you, practically saving your life, and yet you repay kindness with betrayal. You are unworthy to live in this world, breathing such fresh air!"
With those words, the man exerted a slight force with his right hand, crushing Jim’s throat, then tossing him into the Moscow River.
Myron and others watched the man in front of them, faces riddled with fear.
This man was terrifying, without revealing the slightest aura, yet in a blink he incapacitated Yan Qingjun and killed Jim.
The most bewildering aspect was they couldn’t detect a hint nor see how he acted.
The next mont, the man focused his gaze on Myron and the others.
Seeing the man’s gaze fall upon themselves, Myron and others felt a chilling tremor, a sudden surge of dread welling up inside!
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Myron asked the man, horror-stricken.
The man glanced at Myron and the others, speaking asuredly: "The Tzimisce clan has long been dormant; you should remain hidden and not reappear!"
"The world has changed from what it once was."
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