SWDnovel Chapter 39 Night Raid
Chapter 39 Night Raid
There is a cemetery to the east of Qiantang County. Every night, wild foxes often frolic and play there. It is the home of the old fox who sells vegetables.
Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are few, just the kind of weather the foxes love most, and the time when they call out most merrily.
But this time, everything was different from usual. The desolate graveyard was deathly silent, devoid of the usual frolicking of foxes, only trembling and begging for mercy.
Two men dressed in black robes stood before a desolate grave, stepping on a bald old fox and each holding two brightly colored fox cubs in their hands, tearing and biting at them.
Warm blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the trembling, bald old fox.
"Old man, with so many plump fox cubs and offspring of yours, it won't make you extinct. What are you so nervous about..."
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The bright moon hangs high, and the garden is covered in white frost.
Song Quyou sat cross-legged on the bed, unable to enter a meditative state for a long time, his mind filled with the story of the well maiden who had protected him from calamity.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the courtyard, as if something was dragging on the ground.
Song Quyou opened his eyes, looking out the window while reaching for the long sword beside him.
By the light of the full moon in the garden, I could see who had come.
Two tall, burly men dressed in black robes dragged a bloodied, bald fox into the courtyard.
The courtyard gate was not open, and the two men looked around, clearly indicating that they had ill intentions.
Song Quyou pushed open the door, stood confidently on the steps, looked down at the newcomers, and demanded, "What brings you two here uninvited?"
Without answering, the two threw the blood-covered, hairless fox they were dragging behind them in front of Song Quyou.
"You stole my family's fat fish, so of course I'll catch you and make you into fat fish."
"If that's the case, then show me your skills, or I, a Taoist priest, will make a fool of myself."
As they spoke, the three figures facing off in the courtyard vanished like ghosts, leaving only sparks flying out of thin air, emitting a piercing clang of metal.
Song Quyou's eyes were filled with solemnity. After several attempts, he realized that the two men were covered in hard scales. When he slashed at them with his sword, he could only leave shallow white marks and could hardly hurt their flesh.
The two men adapted to Song Quyou's pace, extending their five-fingered iron claws covered in scales, which were chilling to the bone, and one after the other, they reached for Song Quyou's chest and back.
Knowing he could not dodge, Song Quyou stared intently at the man in front of him with his gray vertical pupils, his sword still poised.
He bent over, slung his sword over his shoulder, and pulled the iron claw that was aimed at his back towards his heart.
The two men were already strong and heavy, and seeing that Song Quyou was forced into a desperate situation, they had already used all their strength and were determined to take him down.
The man behind, pulled by this force, could no longer stop. His iron claws, covered in scales, scraped against the sword, producing dazzling sparks and a piercing screech, as they clawed straight at the man's soft abdomen.
Meanwhile, the man in front of him used a disguise technique, making Song Quyou, who was several feet smaller, bend down to dodge and grab straight at the man behind him's chest.
The man in front was, after all, a man of principle. Seeing that he was about to harm his companion, he swerved his claws and forcefully turned the outstretched claws away.
The man behind also wanted to retract his claws, but how could Song Quyou's longsword allow them to stray?
With a "whoosh," a sharp weapon pierced through the body, and blood splattered everywhere.
The man in front of him was filled with shock as he looked at his pierced abdomen, where cold blood trickled down the ground through the gaps in his scales.
The man behind him stared in disbelief at the iron hand stained with his companion's blood, his vertical pupils flickering uncertainly.
The man in front suddenly shoved, and with a muffled groan, his ferocious iron claws unleashed a spray of foul-smelling blood that splattered across the garden.
"Second brother, don't forget our promise in the Dark Lake, eat me."
Hearing his brother shout, the man behind him hardened his eyes, stepped forward, and grabbed the man in front of him.
The head hidden beneath the black robe transformed at that moment into a grotesque, gray-brown crocodile head with jagged teeth.
The crocodile opened its blood-red maw and bit down on its elder brother's neck. Its serrated teeth tore through the scales, making a sickeningly sharp cracking sound.
Instead of struggling, the injured man stretched out his scaled arms and tightly gripped his brother's back, pushing himself into his brother's stomach.
Song Quyou frowned as he watched the scene unfold before him. Taking advantage of the moment, he blew into his sleeve, and in an instant, three birds flew out from his sleeve, flapping their wings and circling in the air, revealing themselves to be paper cranes.
After eating his brother, the man's flesh and blood were bulging, and his scales were bulging and cold, gleaming with a faint, cold light under the moonlight.
His original nine-foot-tall body was forcibly stretched to more than twelve feet tall, and bone spurs on his back continued to grow, like unsheathed swords, resembling a ferocious demon in armor under the moonlight.
"You damned Taoist priest, you caused my brother's tragic death, I will devour you alive!"
Song Quyou remained expressionless, circulating his sword technique. Sword energy protected his body, and the longsword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a dazzling blue light.
After the crocodile demon ate its brother, its aura surged, and it glared fiercely at Song Quyou in front of it.
Suddenly, a night breeze swept by, and the crocodile demon arched its body.
Gather strength, push off, swing claws, and slam the ground.
A deafening roar followed, and a shockwave swept through the entire courtyard.
The moment Song Quyou stood there, the bluestone floor shattered with a crash. The pebbles, shrouded in dust, flew through the courtyard, startling the tiny figures in the side rooms who scurried into the walls in terror, trembling with fear.
As the smoke cleared, the ferocious crocodile demon's crimson vertical pupils were revealed, filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.
It stood in the deep pit, looking up and searching for Song Quyou's figure.
Song Quyou stood on the rooftop, his robes fluttering, sword energy emanating from him, his sharp, cold eyes looking down at the bloodthirsty crocodile demon.
But the crocodile demon seemed to have lost its mind. Ignoring the unfavorable terrain, it suddenly rose up from the ground, determined to tear Song Quyou into mincemeat.
Song Quyou's face was cold and stern. The Qinghong sword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious sound as he swung his sword directly at the crocodile demon that was soaring into the sky.
The sword light flashed like a ribbon, and a streak of blue light cascaded down from the eaves.
The crocodile demon stretched out its claws, crossed them, and held them horizontally above its head, intending to take the sword strike head-on.
For a moment, the blue rainbow met the scales, and the whole courtyard was silent. There were no sparks, no clashes of weapons. The scales, which were impervious to swords and spears, were easily broken by the blue rainbow, just like tofu.
The severed arm flew through the air, splattering blood everywhere.
Its massive body plummeted from mid-air, crashing onto the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, causing the ground to crack inch by inch.
With a light touch of his toes, Song Quyou flew gracefully toward the crocodile demon that had landed. Before the demon could even roar or scream, the shimmering blue light in his hand pointed directly at the crocodile demon's throat.
The crocodile demon was not about to sit idly by and wait to die. Its long, whip-like tail exploded with a sonic boom and struck Song Quyou directly on the back of the head.
Seeing that the crocodile demon was trying to fight to the death, Song Quyou turned around in mid-air and changed his move to slash, blocking the iron tail. However, the jagged mouth behind him came one after another.
Its gaping maw, with its sharp, iron teeth, lunged at Song Quyou's head.
Song Quyou remained calm and showed no fear.
Three paper cranes flew swiftly down under the moonlight, entered the crocodile demon's mouth, and burst into crimson flames.
Song Quyou uttered another word softly:
"ban!"
Suddenly, the gaping maw closed tightly. No matter how the crocodile demon tried to open its mouth again, its upper and lower jaws remained as if sewn shut, unable to open even an inch.
The crocodile demon watched with resentment as its tail was severed, as two crimson flames shot from its nostrils, and as crimson light emanated from its abdomen.
The fire spread from the inside out, growing ever more intense; in the face of death, even screaming became a luxury.