Pure Darkness

Chapter 126

Deep night, heavy rain.

Oi! I am an article!

Bo Jinyan walked alone in the rain.

There was no one else on the street. The lights were still on in some buildings, but everything was silent. Tonight, this small town was finally deserted, like a ghost town.

Oi! I am an article!

Bo Jinyan held onto her weapon and walked over, her eyes extremely bright.

We have prepared a reciprocal gift!

Enough to fill up some boats. . .

He ran towards the road closest to the river bank.

Oi! I am an article!

As expected, Wen Rong, who was shot, was unable to run fast. Not long after, he heard the sound of footsteps in front of him. In addition, there were still intact blood stains on the ground, although these were quickly swept away by the rain.

Bo Jinyan's finger remained on the trigger.

When he turns the corner outside the roof of the next building, he will follow.

It rained down steadily, like a bullet.

As Bo Jinyan darted out from the turn, she saw a figure slide down the alley in front of her, and raised her weapon to aim.

Suddenly, he began.

Because he heard footsteps.

Not hers, not Wen Rong's. Moreover, it was the footsteps of a group of people, who came towards them from the other end of the alley. The footsteps were very fast, light, and regular, whoever it was had obviously drilled well. Coming closer.

Bo Jinyan only hesitated for a split second. Then, his mouth suddenly curved into a smile, and he stood in his place without moving.

Wen Rong, who was no more than 20 meters away from him, stiffened up, and raised his head.

It was a group of ten or so men wearing black raincoats. Raincoat hoods cover their faces making it difficult to distinguish them in the dark. However, each of them held a weapon. The people in the lead were holding submachine guns. They spread out under the roof and in the alley, exuding an atmosphere of toughness. Wen Rong had no way of escaping, and thus had to face them head-on.

Wen Rong turned around and ran.

As he turned around, he saw Bo Jinyan standing in the rain with a gun pointed at her, cold and hard, like an angel of death.

However, stopping him this time did not depend on Bo Jinyan. A man wearing a black raincoat rushed forward and attacked Wen Rong with lightning quick movements. Wen Rong really could not help it, and cried out in pain. The attacker was very experienced; he clamped one hand into Wen Rong's mouth, hit his head, then handed it to the people behind him. After which, he tore off the raincoat hood, revealing a firm and resolute face in the darkness, and subconsciously shouted, “Jinyan!”

Bo Jinyan put down her weapon and walked towards them. Rain continued to flow down his cheeks nonstop, but his eyes were as bright as stars as he said, “Fang Qing, all of you are very slow to get here.”

Fang Qing was unable to respond before someone behind him also tore off his rain jacket hood and shouted excitedly, “Bos!”

It really is our flower boy, An Yan.

Bo Jinyan slowly lowered her head, and was silent for a moment.

The three men hugged in the rain for a few seconds, then jumped away quickly. The urgency of the situation did not allow them to enjoy the memories. Fang Qing raised his head and happened to stare into Bo Jinyan's eyes. He was silent for a moment before reacting. “Bo Jinyan, are your eyes. . . alright now?”

Bo Jinyan said, “I. .”

Before he could say anything, An Yan, who was standing beside him, felt a little anxious and interrupted, ” Lao Fang, we can explain!”

Bo Jinyan was silent. So was Fang Qing.

At this moment, the armed police behind them walked over and said, ” Lao Fang, do we keep pushing forward?”

Hearing this, Fang Qing coughed lightly, stared intently at An Yan, and said to Bo Jinyan, “We'll talk about this later. First, give us a brief overview of the situation here. ”

“Oke.”

It turned out that two days ago, Fang Qing and Zhu Tao had finally decided that this forgotten little town was the hiding place of the Hand of Buddha. They immediately informed their superiors, and formulated a comprehensive attack and rescue plan. At the moment, Fang Qing was leading a small advancing force whose sole purpose was to secretly examine the situation and the area without worrying the locals as far as possible and simultaneously ascertain whether they could save Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao's. What's more, the main attacking force came behind them, and advanced into the small town via water, land, and air. In a short time, a total attack would begin. However, Fang Qing and the others never imagined that they would be so lucky to meet Bo Jinyan as soon as they arrived on land.

Bo Jinyan explained, “For some unexpected reason, this Buddhist Hand fortress has lost its fighting power. Buddha's own hand, Song Kun, was severely injured and unconscious. The undercover police officer Zhao Kun was also seriously injured; jian Yao was guarding him. Let's join him there. ”

Fang Qing and the others happily said, “That's great!”

The building seemed no different from when Bo Jinyan left it half an hour ago. The Buddhist Lackey who had fainted earlier was still unconscious. Fang Qing and his men were in no hurry to catch them, and followed Bo Jinyan inside.

When they got to the room, the door was closed. Bo Jinyan pushed the door open slowly, only to see a slender figure piercing Song Kun's heart with a knife. They were all shocked, but it was too late to do anything. Qiu Shijin's movements were quick and light, he used another sword in his hand to slit his throat. Blood spurted out in the radiating fountain, like water from a tap.

Fang Qing jumped forwards and tried to press against his neck, but to no avail. A strange smile appeared on his tiny face, and a chill crept into Bo Jinyan's heart. He quickly looked around the – room where was Jian Yao? With a single move, he caught the dying Qiu Shijin and asked grimly, “Jian Yao? Where is she?”

Qiu Shijin opened his mouth but was unable to put out any words. Bo Jinyan could only rely on the shape of her mouth and the extremely weak voice that came out to make her final words:

“Everything . .is gone. . . according to his plan. .”

Qiu Shijin took his last breath.

Bo Jinyan stood up. As fast as lightning, his eyes were fixed on the bloody footprints on the ground. It was Jian Yao's footprints. The outline was clear and the distance was fixed; there were no other footprints beside them. He was not forced but had gone of his own accord.

Where the hell's he going?

——

Jian Yao was in the mountains behind the city.

It was already midnight, and the heavy rain was getting heavier. In the rain, everything seemed to be blurred. He did not know that the reserve force had arrived, otherwise, he would not have gone to a dangerous place alone.

Following the clue Qiu Shijin had given him, he climbed up the mountain slope, and could vaguely see a cave hidden within the pitch-black forest in front of him. This place is very far from the streets of a small town. In the damp darkness, he lit his torch and fumbled forward. Due to the rain, the mountain slopes become very slippery. A momentary negligence would result in him falling down from the mountain. Several small-scale landslides have occurred on the cliffs jutting over it. Mud and rocks piled up all over the ground, causing Jian Yao to shiver when she saw them.

He thought of his conversation with Qiu Shijin.

“Hai, Jenny. .” When Qiu Shijin called him that, Jian Yao knew that something like a black vortex, which had hibernated, had finally shown its face now, and was coming.