Chapter 1969: Killing Like Butchering Chickens

Chapter 1950: Killing Like Slaughtering Chickens

What could Fan Shuang say? The current situation was so chaotic; who could clearly see the general trend of the world at a glance?

"So, Father, where do you think is best to go?"

Father Fan was speechless.

At that moment, Madam Wang felt a blockage in her chest. Fan Shuang had run out of elixirs, so he had to go out to get her some medicine.

Stepping out of the inn, he scanned the notice board. At the very top was a recruitment announcement, written boldly, its general message being:

Three thousand years ago, the Dragon God fought alongside the immortals and finally repelled the Sky Demons. However, the Dragon God was severely wounded and could not recover, ultimately perishing on the Glimmergold Plain.

Three thousand years later, the Sky Demons have returned, transforming into deities to manipulate the Yao Kingdom, causing chaos in Glimmergold and persecuting all living beings. This has left the common people hungry, cold, and suffering, their lives as insignificant as blades of grass. The stronger their power becomes, the more they harm the world and gain the favor of the Sky Demons.

The Dragon God pities the world and fights again among humans. But as long as these two evils persist, the common people of Glimmergold will not have a single good day. The Dragon God summons ambitious and talented individuals from Glimmergold to fight alongside him, to jointly eradicate evil, expel demons, and defend their homeland.

Those who help themselves are helped by Heaven.Those who save themselves are saved by Heaven.

After reading, Fan Shuang drew a long, cold breath.

He had known all these things mentioned in the announcement for a long time, but the general public did not.

He Xiao, or rather, Emperor Jiuyou, had astonishingly exposed all of this to the public, right under the noses of ordinary people, even pointing the finger directly at the gods!

The most widely worshipped principal deity on the Glimmergold Plain was Miaozhan Tian, but common people in various regions worshipped a diverse range of gods. Emperor Jiuyou actually directly accused them of being Sky Demons, the masterminds behind the chaos in Glimmergold—

Half a year ago, anyone who dared to do such a thing would have been drowned in spittle.

But now it was different. The Dragon God had killed Miaozhan Tian, and the Black Armored Army had razed countless temples.

As the only deity that had ever appeared in the world, the Dragon God certainly had the right to tell all Sky Demons, "You are all false gods!"

But how exactly had all of this happened? Fan Shuang stood in front of the announcement, lost in thought for a long while, utterly unable to comprehend it.

Right, the medicine.

He hurried to the pharmacy, but glancing back, he caught sight of the dark-skinned, thin man hidden in the crowd, staring at him.

"Go see what's going on with that man."

He ordered the guards beside him, but the dark-skinned, thin man had vanished in an instant.

That night, the Fan family of three slept soundly.

Weary from days of travel, mentally exhausted and worried, they fell into a deep sleep the moment their heads touched the pillows.

Tonight, the moonlight was dim and obscured, hiding two figures as they quietly slipped to the front of Fan Shuang's guest room.

Fan Shuang was still quite cautious; before sleeping, he had activated protective barriers in both guest rooms using magic artifacts. But these two, somehow, managed to gently push open the door without triggering the barrier's alarm.

Fan Shuang was sound asleep. The two slipped in, one thrusting a dagger towards his throat, the other hand moving to cover his mouth to prevent him from crying out.

Unexpectedly, there was a tremendous crash outside, shaking the entire inn.

Fan Shuang was immediately startled awake by the shock. Opening his eyes, he saw the glint of the dagger, instinctively recoiled, and let out a surprised cry. Immediately, a powerful burst of light erupted from his body, violently flinging the two assailants backward.

The protective artifact had activated.

Using the strong light, Fan Shuang also clearly saw the faces of the two men, exclaiming in surprise, "Hu Xu, Qian Ziwei?"

His voice was full of astonishment, because these two men were precisely the guards of the Fan family of three!

"Are you insane? Why are you trying to kill me!"

The old guards Father Fan had brought from Tianshui City to the countryside had died in battle along the way. These two guards were hired later—the reason they didn't hire more was because their pockets weren't very deep anymore.

Fan Shuang remembered that both men had impressive resumes. He never expected them to turn against their employers.

"Get him, quickly!"

Seeing their plot exposed, the two men decided to go all out and forcibly commit murder.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside, followed by six or seven more people rushing in and engaging in a struggle with the two guards.

These two guards were skilled; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to escort the Fan family all the way here. However, two fists were no match for seven pairs of hands, and the guest room was small, leaving little space to maneuver.

There was a clatter and bang, and it was unclear what had been broken, but soon the two guards were subdued.

The Fan couple also woke up, rushed over to look, and were astonished.

There were actually so many people fighting in their son's room!

Only then did Fan Shuang activate his luminescent spores, revealing a familiar face:

The dark-skinned, thin man.

He had just punched one of the guards, deforming his face.

Madam Wang shrieked, thinking that robbers had broken in and were beating their own guards. So she shouted, "Help, robbery—"

Before the word "robbery" was out, she suddenly remembered that shouting that was useless, so she quickly changed her words:

"—fire! Come out and help put out the fire!"

Everyone in the room looked at her exasperatedly. Fan Shuang quickly said, "Mother, Hu Xu and Qian Ziwei were trying to murder me for my wealth. These gentlemen bravely rushed here to save me."

"Huh?" The Fan couple were both stunned. "What?"

You can guard against a thousand dangers, but it's hard to guard against a thief in your own home.

The dark-skinned, thin man twisted the guard's arm behind his back, then looked up at Fan Shuang. "You said you were once a friend of Emperor Jiuyou. Do you have proof?"

"Yes, yes." Fan Shuang awoke as if from a dream and quickly pulled out the Silverwood Token from his怀.

Now, whatever they asked for, he would immediately produce it.

The dark-skinned, thin man's companion took it, glanced at it, and nodded. "It really is the Emperor's Silverwood Token."

The man wasn't entirely convinced and asked Fan Shuang, "What does the Emperor look like?"

"This tall!" Fan Shuang gestured above his head. "Tall and upright, with a high nose bridge, very handsome. His eyes are especially bright. Many girls in Tianshui City are fond of him. Also, wherever he stands, it feels like he could hold up the sky if it were to collapse."

"How old is he?"

Fan Shuang calculated:

"Twenty... two!"

Everything checked out. Only then did the dark-skinned, thin man take a step back. "As for these two, how do you want to deal with them?"

Having passed the test, Fan Shuang secretly exhaled in relief.

Madam Wang, hiding behind her husband, gritted her teeth. "Attempting to murder their employers—they truly deserve to die!"

No sooner had she spoken than the dark-skinned, thin man slit one man's throat with a knife, and bright red blood spurted out more than three feet.

The other guard was struck behind the ear with a knife and fainted.

Madam Wang's face turned pale with shock, and the undigested dinner in her stomach nearly came back up.

She had merely cursed casually, not expecting these few individuals to kill with such ease, clearly experienced professionals.

No matter how many times one witnesses a killing, it is always terrifying.

The dark-skinned, thin man then said to Fan Shuang, "These two had a strange, shifty look in their eyes when they looked at you. I overheard their conversation; they originally didn't intend to kill, but the person you were going to seek refuge with in Huancheng was gone, leaving you with no way out, and you had a lot of money on you. That's when they developed malicious intentions."

"These two deserve death!" Fan Shuang immediately bowed in gratitude. "How can we ever repay you for saving our family of three?"

"No need," the dark-skinned, thin man waved his hand. "How could we stand by and watch a friend of the Emperor be harmed?"

Earlier that day, while eating noodles here, he had overheard Fan Shuang boasting to the innkeeper and listened for a few extra moments.