The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 303 - The Mute Little Child
On a gripping night where a narrow alley track seems to hide a cold-blooded killer, lurks humans who are outside the house when midnight arrives. Thin mist appeared in the shabby and filthy city housing. There were one or two bodies left lying in a row in a narrow alley, their eyes filled with writhing caterpillars. While its foul scent spread all over the city.
Crosses and shabby rags lying on the ground, decades of the dead city abandoned by the government. Meanwhile, the sound of broken bells continued to be heard filling the long night in the city. The lights glowed dimly and were slowly extinguished as the night wind brought the storm from the south. Anjin g's barking sounded unpretentious along the city streets, fighting over food and rotting human carcasses. The beast is as skinny as a living carcass. Some of them were disabled due to the feud with the humans. There is nothing more precious in the city than a tall tower.
The city is not like an abandoned city because some lights in the house are lit. There is a house so big next to a small house and also rickety. The difference in status is clearly visible only from the arrangement of his house. More than that, how to dress also describes a person's social status.
The cold of the night breeze bent the body of a little child that was almost like a walking bone. His cheekbones were pierced inward and the clothes he was wearing were torn in several parts. Anyone who saw it would be frightened because in his stomach now flowing thick blood, he had just been stabbed. His eyes looked empty but his instinct for survival kept forcing him to run. Running even though he knew death was already in front of his eyes.
The little boy ran across the red bridge of the city, knocking on one lit house after another and getting no answer; everyone was terrified at night. Until none of them wanted to sacrifice the safety of the lives of children and wives for the sake of unknown people. He took a quick breath, now he could even hear the sound of his own heartbeat.
His little hand shook violently, he could hear something chasing after him from behind the shadows of the city.
He ran back and found a group of humans gathered at the end of the alley. Burn the food they stole from the rich man's house. None of them showed any concern, because their own lives were apprehensive.
The little boy waved both hands up, several times while jumping. He tried to make a sound but what was heard in the ears of the men was just an obscure chatter. He repeatedly attracted the attention of the five young people. They are also the same as it seems, having no hope of living in this corrupt and filthy city. A sense of concern for people is almost non-existent, rather than thinking about the fate of others, their stomachs alone are already very difficult to fill. If not by stealing maybe their fate will end just as the bodies lying starving in the city.
Fed up of seeing the boy's behavior, one of them punched the wall hard. His murky red eyes highlighted the coldness of the little boy, but that attitude did not make the little boy understand and stopped his behavior which made the young man rise in blood.
"What's wrong with this kid? I don't care who you are, but if on three you don't get out of the way I'll kill you!"
The little boy didn't care and kept doing the same thing over and over again. His eyes looked so desperate, he did so for these five to understand, that he was being targeted by a killer and now his mother at home is facing a group of depraved people who will kill the woman too.
Not running out of ideas, he took small twigs from the campfire and described something using smoky ends of wood. Because his hand was so trembling, no one could understand what he was describing. And that makes young men ridiculed.
"Whoever, just beat this kid! So annoying. I hope he dies in the mayor's sleazy carriage."
"He's mute?"
"Stop it already! For what is it that garbage continues to give birth to trash in this city! Just add dirt!"
The little boy took a few steps back, hearing the sound of an exclamation that made him understand that the men were angry. She shivered in fear as their cruel faces targeted her, tonight was a nightmare that a lifetime would never want to go through.
One foot stepped on it, the other man stepped on it and beat it with a wooden beam. Mercilessly. The little boy thought if he was beaten, then that person was willing to help him.
But it didn't.
He had been made to die so that his feet could no longer move, his eyes were bleeding from being plugged by a hot wooden branch. As well as some sharp incision wounds that made his shoulder torn. The little boy crawled, at the end of the alley he could already see a man with a large tall body walking towards him. The sound of slowly approaching feet was buzzing in his ears.
He started crying in fear. But his moans sounded more like obscure babbling. His sight was dark at that moment. The cold, fishy night of blood was slowly turning warm. Faint yet clear, he could hear a foreign voice nearby.
"The poor boy."
"Go home."
The boy's eyes opened wide, he woke up in the same place just that the wound on his stomach had been bandaged. His hand timidly grabbed the small pouch containing the coins. He read the writing on the wooden wall next to him. There was nothing he could do but cry hugging the pouch.
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"What the fuck is this place. Unbelievable, yesterday we entered a magnificent place that even a cockroach was reluctant to enter. And now, more slovenly than an animal enclosure!"
Shui's rant didn't stop there, whatever disgusted him must have been questioned by him. He doesn't understand why people can be so clean sometimes and vice versa. His eyes turned pity when he saw a mother and child hugging each other with thin bodies. They're shabby and like they haven't had a bath in years.
As Shui tried to get closer, the mother tried to steal something from him. Shui did not bring any treasures. The woman just left with her son. Without glancing once more at Shui who was shocked to the point of being speechless.
"Too many people are to be pitied. And it's not their fault."
At the border of the city the two fell silent as they saw the high walls where there were magnificent castles and towers inside. More like a war military place that was certainly built with money that was not playful.
"Maybe it's their leader who's too war-crazed to think about how women and children are doing."
Shui was visibly sad at that time, he said without letting go of his gaze on the people of the city who were like the undead.
"I now know the reason you united these three empires ..."
Shui looked far away, feeling the sadness starting to present in him. "For people like them who are scared to death."
"I'm not that good." Xin Chen brushed it off just like that.
"We need to get to that stealthy place, Shui. Don't tell me you forgot why I brought you here."
But Shui couldn't let go of his eyes on the townspeople who needed help. He moved his hand slowly, filling a dry iron barrel with water. A vagrant noticed it for not two seconds and immediately gulped it down quickly. Followed by others. They were fighting and pushing each other. Shui looked at him in disbelief.
"Even humans can be that sad." Shui looked at Xin Chen. "What can I do for them?"
"Hm?" Xin Chen replied curiously. "Kill their leader and bring all the treasures they have accumulated to the people. Is there another way?"
"There is nothing."
"But we came here not for that. And we only have two months. Focus on the initial goal."
"You're telling me to close my eyes to see this man die in vain?"
"Please take care of it one by one. But I assure you, even millions of years old will not be able to make everyone's life prosperous. Unless you clear it from its roots."
Shui throttled, he couldn't think clearly anymore.
"Ck, okay. Take it out of his roots, huh? Just look what I'm gonna do to that vile leader."