Dragon and Phoenix
Chapter 22: The God

“In recent years, there have been frequent mysterious murders. The culprits are some masked people who have a very high silat science. They kill very cruelly. Many of their victims were prominent figures such as the chairman of the martial party, state officials, and many more.”

“Thanks, Hujin. All the words, as well as the gift of Hujin, are very precious to me. Thank you Hujin for taking the time. Thank you very much, Hujin.” While saying so, Cio San saluted him respectfully.

He then went home.

He came home with a big heart. The burden on his heart was slightly lighter. Because of Khu-hujin's words that are very imprinted in his heart.

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And the living stood quietly. Upright as a coral. The people who watched it also seemed to be enchanted with its calmness. No one is making a sound right now.

He stood up handsome.

White clothes. On a dark night like this, his clothes seemed to reflect the moonlight. Her hair is yellowing red. His face is very handsome. So handsome, that people thought he was not human.

His eye. It's blue.

Although impressed foreign, the lines of the face of the Han (native Chinese) are still clearly visible in his handsome face.

If there is such a handsome man, if not a very good man. Must be human

a very evil one.

He didn't say anything. Just stand there. Not making any sound. Didn't say anything. Even the look on his face said nothing.

Blank. Like a desert in the middle of the night. Lonely and cold.

Cio San for the rest of his life had only seen a scene like this for the first time. He's very interested. At one glance he knew, all these corpses died from a sword stab in their foreheads. But not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound.

A sword thrust. There's no blood. And lives are lost too. Even the most clever writer might not be able to describe how great this swordsmanship was.

Cio San finally ventured to make a sound.

Dear “Tayhiap (Big Swordsman), is one of these dozens of people until they have to die?” While talking he saluted the style of the people of Bu Lim.

The handsome man in white clothes turned to the origin of the voice.

He looked at Cio San. The usual eye. No one can read the meaning of that view. Staring at that person's face, was like looking at a blank painting of white paper.

He answered long ago,

Cio San. Wasn't it they who killed Kim Coa (Golden Snake), his best friend.

The white shirt continued again,

“The one near your feet is Sie Kow Lam. The Bear of the West. Deserve to die for killing official Kho An Gan.”

Sie Kow Lam, Cio San never heard of. But who does not know Kho An Gan? State officials are known to be very honest in their work.

“Six of the dead over there, are the Six Blood Smelling Brothers. Anyone knows, they deserve to die.”

Indeed Cio San knew the Six Blood Smelling Brothers were already very well known for his heresy.

“And the remaining 3 are 3 former members of Kun Lun-pay college who were caught planning their own chairman's murder.”

The white shirt finished talking. He looked at Cio San. Stay with nothing in the look on his face. There was no pride that he had just killed those highly educated people whose names were quite feared among Bu Lim.

Killing dozens of these great men with a sword thrust. Even the story of the horse entering the pinhole feels much more reasonable than believing there is a person as great as his swordsmanship.

“You don't accept?” he asks. Still with the same view.

Cio San smiled, then said, “Everyone knows, they do deserve to be punished. Tayhiap was lucky to find them all at once here. But indeed to look for bastards like them, this kind of Teng Teng brothel is a suitable place.”

There was a slight change in the face of the white shirt. His eyes glowed. And his lips smiled a little. Just slightly. The smile disappeared as quickly as it came. But Cio San could see that clearly.

The face of the white shirt had returned as usual, as he said,

“Indeed not to be mistaken, sir. I chased Sie Kow Lam all the way to this brothel. Unknownya, accidentally met another bastard.”

“Include, name cayhe (me) Cio San. Can cayhe know the honorable name of Tayhiap?” ask Cio San politely while saluting.

“I don't like being friendly with humans.” The answer came coldly and piercingly. He turned and walked quietly.

Cio San kept smiling, then said,

“Cayhe understood, indeed the sword is much more valuable to be a friend. Not knowing a name is okay. Man is known for his actions. Thank you for this honor. Cayhe was amazed.”

The white shirt kept walking away. Once jumped he was already above the Teng Teng house. Cio San and the attendants who were there just stared at his back. His whole life, it was only this first time that he met someone as great as this. Even his attitude was already as sharp as a sword, what about his swordplay?

Cio San shuddered. How unlucky are the people who are infuriated by this white shirt!