Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 98 Wei Zhongxian

outside the city.

Wooden cabin.

Although it was the warmest time of the day, the fire was still lit in the wooden house.

Wei Zhongxian sat in front of the fire, casually throwing a piece of firewood into the fire, his eyes fell on the fire where sparks were splashing, and he was lost in thought.

For some reason, he couldn't help recalling his life at this moment.

Even the most legendary people still have mediocrity in their lives, and even the most mediocre people will always have a legend in their lives. Therefore, when everyone looks back on his or her life, there is always something worth remembering. .

Wei Zhongxian thinks that he can be regarded as a legendary figure, who will be remembered by future generations just like those who have left their names in the history books, but he also understands that he will definitely not have a good image in the history books.

Now that the eunuch party has been destroyed, the voice of the people of the world is in the mouths of the literati, and public opinion is controlled by the literati group. Both the people and the government and the public are rejoicing, and there is an atmosphere of prosperity in the new dynasty.

Not to mention the current age, even in the past, people in the world only knew that the eunuchs were traitors and sycophants who killed Zhongliang.

However, what is the reality? What do a group of ignorant people know?

What is the root cause of the dispute between the Eunuch Party and the Donglin Party?It is interest. Since ancient times, only interest has been the source of all disputes and contradictions.

Interests are like a fragrant bone. Both the Eunuch Party and the Donglin Party are wolves chasing this bone. Good and evil cannot be distinguished, and there is no need to distinguish between them. The so-called political opinions and positions are just a disguise to cover up the snatching of interests. So he is not a good person, and neither is the Donglin Party.

But those things have become the past after all, and have nothing to do with him at this moment.

The past is like smoke, and there is no time to look back.

Now he only needs to wait for the final result of the dice thrown, which is enough to judge the future fate, whether to die tragically here, or to die in a mediocre old age.

In the final analysis, he is a gambler, and this unpredictable sense of uncertainty makes him have an inexplicable expectation.

However, at this moment, an exclamation disturbed his state of mind.

"Enemy attack!!"

The sound of roaring exploded from outside the wooden house, and in just a moment, the outside became chaotic.

The sound of footsteps, the sound of blades being unsheathed, the sound of crossbow arrows firing, the sound of screams, and the muffled sound of bodies falling to the ground, once they sounded, they became one.

Wei Zhongxian's heart skipped a beat because of this sudden change, he got up and went to the simple wooden window, took out a sheathed dagger inlaid with gems from his pocket, and pulled out the sheath with a snort, for defense and comfort his heart.

boom!
As soon as he walked to the window, the outside of the wooden house was slammed, and at the same time as his eyes went dark, a wisp of warm liquid rushed in through the gap in the wooden window, drenching Wei Zhongxian's face.

"ah!"

With a scream, Wei Zhongxian backed away in a panic, but stepped into the burning fire, screamed again, and hurried out.

After kicking off his shoes, Wei Zhongxian had time to raise his hand to wipe his face splashed with warm liquid. In an instant, his white sleeves turned into blood red.

boom!
At this moment, the door of the wooden house was knocked open from the outside, but it was a knife hand.

"Run away! Quick—"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

A cold light suddenly protruded from the knife hand's throat, and the blood condensed on it, and swayed out as the knife hand twitched violently.

The body of the swordsman fell down without a sound.

Wei Zhongxian froze in place, holding the dagger in his hand, staring at the wide open wooden door with his eyes, but his legs were as if they were filled with lead, unable to move!
The warm sunlight casts from the dense branches and leaves in the forest, and falls on the door of the wooden house, reflecting a slowly approaching figure.

"Who! Who sent you here?"

Seeing the figure slowly approaching outside the door, Wei Zhongxian finally recovered a little, took a step back with the dagger in his hand, and came to the back of the fire to add another obstacle.

"It's Zhao Jingzhong? He's the only one who knows this place. Does he still want me to die? Hehe!"

Wei Zhongxian smiled wryly twice, feeling a little helpless and desolate.

"There are countless people in this world who want Eunuch Wei to die, but I am different from those people."

The person outside the door did not walk in directly, but spoke.

"What is the difference?"

Wei Zhongxian asked, but obviously he didn't care about it, he said to the people outside in a seductive tone: "No matter what the difference is, as long as you let me live, I will let you do whatever you want You have it!"

The person outside the door did not respond directly, but laughed softly.

"Hehe! Eunuch Wei, do you remember the last time you said this to someone? That person believed what you said, how is he now?"

In his left hand, Gao Feng held the Xiuchun Dao that cut down several people, and in his right hand held a piece of cloth that he tore off casually, and slowly wiped off the blood stained on the blade.

Throwing away the rag, he walked forward and said coldly, "That man almost lost his life!"

The next moment, he had come to the wooden house, looking at Wei Zhongxian with cold eyes.

He took the knife in his right hand, waved it with a swipe, and said with a cold look at the corner of his mouth, "Besides, you can't give me what I want. I can only get what I want if you die!"

Stepping forward and coming to the fire, Gao Feng paused.

"Eunuch Wei, the knife has been wiped clean, it's time to go on the road!"

As soon as the words fell, Gao Feng kicked his feet, and the whole person directly jumped over the fire, raised his arms and waved, and slashed at Wei Zhongxian.

When the killing intent hit, Wei Zhongxian couldn't help trembling all over, his eyes widened, and immediately screamed and stepped back. At the same time, he subconsciously held the dagger and waved it forward indiscriminately, trying to block Gao Feng's Xiuchun knife.

Ding!Ding!
There was the clear sound of two sharp blades colliding, and Gao Feng retracted the Xiuchun knife he swung. The knife was not stained with blood, and Wei Zhongxian was not dead yet.

Under the line of sight, there were two clear gaps on the blade of the Xiuchun Knife. Gao Gao let out a light snort, and moved his gaze to Wei Zhongxian who hit the wall of the wooden house. The dagger in his hand was cold and intact.

"Don't kill me! I'm Wei Zhongxian! I'm nine thousand years old!"

Wei Zhongxian panicked and screamed fiercely, but trembled and couldn't control himself.

"Oh! It seems that I was wrong. Eunuch Wei still has something I want."

"Yes? Yes! You want to...uh!"

laugh!
Gao Feng's figure leaped forward, and the Xiuchun knife suddenly stabbed out, piercing through Wei Zhongxian's left chest, piercing through the chest, then piercing into the wall of the wooden house behind him, and piercing through again!

Wei Zhongxian, whose eyes were bright at the last moment, seemed to be grasping at straws, showing a dazed expression. He blinked his eyes, and slowly lowered his head to look at his chest pierced by the blade. After a moment of astonishment, he raised his head to look at the peak in front of him again. , eyes full of puzzlement.

'Isn't there what you want?Why? '

"I have hands, and I can take them myself."

As if he understood Wei Zhongxian's gaze, Gao Feng said indifferently. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand to loosen the handle of the knife and casually caught the dagger that Wei Zhongxian was unable to let go of.

As soon as a finger touched the edge of the dagger, blood burst out of the skin.

"It's a sharp weapon!"

(End of this chapter)