Ink Blade Chapter 54 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 54.2 Road to Dead End (part 2)
“Even if Bai Hua is really exposed, so what? The poison of Drunken Life Dream Death has been planted on Chu Yan, and the dirty water of the Xuyang Sword Sect has been splashed on him. The two elders of the Shuijing Tower who accidentally found out the Master’s true identity were also killed by the Master himself. Even if Chu Yan and the others suspect, there is no direct evidence!”
“Moreover, the Alliance Leader, Huang Tianyou, and his subordinate Qi Qian, have long stood on our side of the Wuxian Sect. They are in the light, we are in the dark. If the Master is patient and waits for another year or half a year, won’t we find a chance to take revenge?”
Yan Luo frowned impatiently, waved his hand and said, “It’s easy for you to say, now that Chu Yan and others have suspicions, how can they easily let go of this?”
Bai Hua immediately said, “As long as Bai Hua dies in Changqing, it will be fine!”
He said it so quickly, his tone was so calm, and his expression was so natural… It seemed that he was not talking about his own life at all, but saying, “There is no tea at home, then I can drink plain water.”
So much so that Yan Luo was stunned for two breaths before he reacted to the meaning of this sentence.
Bai Hua smiled, his eyes were surprisingly clean, reflecting a bit of moonlight that had just emerged from the clouds, “Once Bai Hua dies, the clues will be broken, and the Master will leave the Central Plains again. The vast Southern Xinjiang is full of deep mountains and poisonous insects everywhere. Where can Chu Yan and the others go to investigate?”
Yan Luo was silent.
After a while, he said in a low voice, “…Hmm, what you said also makes some sense. I ask you, if I retreat to Southern Xinjiang today, how long will I have to wait to take revenge?”
“At least two years, at most five years, the Master’s great cause will be accomplished.” Bai Hua answered affirmatively, then he solemnly knelt down to the man in the black robe, “The person to meet you, Bai Hua has already prepared, just five miles east of this suburb, please Master go quickly.”
“…” Yan Luo stared at him for a while, “Are you really not going with me? You… are you really going to die here?”
Bai Hua smiled, his cheeks satisfyingly slightly red, “Does the Master not want to let go of Hua’er?”
Yan Luo frowned darkly, and Bai Hua obediently stopped smiling and bowed his head, “Yes.”
In the night, his slender and beautiful figure now seemed a bit sad and a bit lonely.
“I was joking just now…Bai Hua should have been a heartless and mindless poison, but fortunately saw the Master and knew the taste of love in the world. This life is already without regret, the Master does not need to worry.”
The man in the black robe was silent for a few moments, he looked at Bai Hua’s calm and composed expression, shook his head, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice, “If that’s the case…okay, as you wish.”
Not far behind the tree, Mo Ren’s eyes sank.
…He must not let him go.
If this man in the black robe is taken away by the people of Southern Xinjiang, the consequences would be no different from letting the tiger return to the mountain.
The Master has been planning for so long, just waiting for today’s revenge. Now that the big event is about to be accomplished, but he has to watch the culprit escape with his own eyes… he can’t do this.
Mo Ren’s hand was already gripping the hilt of the sword, all the flesh and bones of his body were tightened to the extreme, his eyes became sharper and sharper, but his breathing became more and more calm.
Should he make a move?
The man who wields the sword, the sword is wielded without regret.
At this time, in this place, should he draw his sword?
Bai Hua nodded slightly, a sweet smile appeared on his face again, but he said goodbye in his mouth, “Hua’er bids farewell to the Master. When the matter is accomplished, I only ask the Master not to forget Hua’er.”
After speaking, he suddenly lowered his head, his long eyelashes swept out a shadow under his eyes, although he was still smiling on his face, he looked somewhat pitiful.
Mo Ren’s fingers gripping the sword hilt did not move, his cold eyes quickly swept over this wild forest.
Two experts from the Alliance Leader Mansion… Bai Hua who is good at using poison… Yan Luo, who is more skilled than him… And the Wuxian Sect’s reinforcement five miles away, the number of people and martial arts are unknown.
The incident occurred suddenly, he couldn’t leave detailed markers, even if the people from Jiuzhong Palace were fast, they probably couldn’t find this place now.
Under this situation, once he drew his sword, he was undoubtedly going to die. Even if he disregards life and death, he was not sure if he could kill Yan Luo - the greater possibility was that the assassination fails directly, and he dies here…
Suddenly, Mo Ren’s rapidly spinning thoughts paused. He suddenly felt it was strange, absurd.
——Why, he is actually considering whether he will die or not?
Is this important?
In this situation, in this situation where a moment’s difference is like letting the tiger return to the mountain, how he dies, whether he succeeds in killing Yan Luo or just gives his life away…
Is it important?
Of course not.
It seemed that the blood that Chu Yan choked out because of the poison of Drunken Life Dream Death flashed in front of his eyes again, it was crimson and warm, and it gradually cooled down in his palm. At this time and place, other than drawing his sword with all his strength and betting his life, could there be any other choices?
Of course not.
The bottom of Mo Ren’s eyes calmed down, and the fingers gripping the hilt of the sword also relaxed slightly.
There is nothing worth hesitating about, right here, he is going to kill Yan Luo. If he can’t kill Yan Luo, he will use his life to drag, the more he can drag, the better, it’s best to drag until the people from Jiuzhong Palace come and then die.
It seemed that there was also a thousandth of a moment, four words seemed to emerge in his mind. He didn’t know which four characters they were, it could be “a lifetime”, it could be “this Master is fond of you”, or it could be “come see this Master” written by the Master just a moment ago.
Mo Ren didn’t know which four characters they were, even after many years of reminiscing, he couldn’t remember. Because those words, just emerged a contour, before they could really form in his mind, they were cleanly cut off by the killer’s instinct—
The one who wields the sword, should not have distractions in his mind before drawing the sword.
