After Transmigrating As The Second Male Lead In Qn Old-School Angsty Romance - Chapter 8

“Clang, clang, clang!”

The sound of weapons clashing rang out endlessly. Sun Zibai had originally planned to turn around and run, but unfortunately, in the blink of an eye, a black-clad person had retreated right before him. Then one after another, more people entered his line of sight.

He saw a group of more than ten black-clad men besieging a tall, cold-faced middle-aged man.

Their movements were all extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged dozens of moves, and every move was fatal. The cold-faced uncle was surrounded by the black-clad men, but the murderous aura around him did not lessen in the slightest. However, he was injured too. There were obvious bright red bloodstains on his arm and back.

Even so, his expression did not change as he faced off against the black-clad men. After a few moves, two of the men were pierced through the heart by him and fell to the ground.

Sun Zibai was certain this man was an expert—an expert among experts.

“Master, hurry and leave!”

Sun Hong’s face had gone pale with fear, but he still stood firmly in front of Sun Zibai.

Unfortunately, his shout just happened to make the group of black-clad men notice the two of them. Whether they wanted to silence witnesses or mistook them for the cold-faced uncle’s accomplices, one black-clad man actually turned his blade directly toward Sun Zibai and Sun Hong.

Sun Hong, who was standing in front of Sun Zibai, bore the brunt of it. The sword was even stained with blood, flashing coldly as it came straight for Sun Hong’s neck.

Sun Hong froze in terror. Sun Zibai was quick-eyed and swift-handed, grabbing him and yanking him back. The black-clad man’s sword barely grazed past Sun Hong’s neck, and a tiny line of fresh blood belatedly appeared. At this moment, Sun Hong could not feel the pain at all. He was pulled by Sun Zibai and fell to the ground, still shaken.

But in the next second, the black-clad man’s long sword swept toward Sun Zibai. Sun Zibai rapidly retreated.

As the heir of a regional marquis who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, it would not make sense for the original owner to know nothing of martial arts. However, the heir had been spoiled and willful, raised in luxury since childhood, unable to endure the slightest hardship. Thus, he had never liked practicing martial arts since he was young. The old madam also doted on him excessively, so his training had been abandoned just like that.

One could tell from his fair, clean skin.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Sun Zibai’s mind. Seeing the sword tip rush toward the space between his brows with murderous intent, his mind tensed to the extreme in an instant. And just as death closed in on him, Sun Zibai’s body suddenly produced an intense unfamiliar sensation. An extremely strange and abrupt feeling made his taut nerves enter a mysterious state in an instant.

It was as if something buried deep within him was about to break through the soil.

“Pfft—”

But at that moment, Sun Zibai heard the sound of a sharp arrow piercing flesh. In the next second, he saw the black-clad man in front of him freeze. A bloodstained arrowhead suddenly emerged from the center of the man’s forehead.

The black-clad man widened his eyes in disbelief, then fell straight to the ground.

Still shaken, Sun Zibai retreated several steps. Only then did Sun Hong, who had been on the ground, panic and rush over to hug him.

“Master… Master, are you all right? You scared me to death.”

Sun Hong’s face was deathly pale, and even his voice was trembling. Having followed Sun Zibai since childhood, lording it over others by his side, how could he have ever seen such a scene? Moreover, his family’s heir had almost been killed just now. The moment he thought of that dangerous scene, Sun Hong could not stop his hands and feet from going numb.

Sun Zibai, however, looked in the direction behind the black-clad man. In the next second, he froze.

Under the bright moonlight, an unreal figure, like a deity, sat there quietly. The dim, warm yellow lamplight seemed to freeze beneath his presence.

He sat upright there, his hands folded over his knees. His face was as fine as carved jade, and he was as still as the bright moon. From afar, he looked like a beautiful painting too unreal to exist. Even the moon in the sky seemed unable to compete with him.

His calm composure formed a sharp contrast with the bloody slaughter of the assassins.

Because the distance was somewhat far, and there was still a group of black-clad killers between them, Sun Zibai could only vaguely feel that this man seemed dreamlike and illusory. But those eyes without the slightest ripple were especially striking. They seemed able to pierce through everything, yet also seemed bottomless.

Those eyes were so beautiful they could draw a person in, yet they were also like a deep pool, making one afraid to easily peer into them.

Beside that banished-immortal-like man, a young man in blue-green clothes was holding a small but powerful crossbow aimed in Sun Zibai’s direction.

In other words, the arrow just now had been shot by him.

However, neither of their gazes landed on Sun Zibai and his servant, as if the two of them were insignificant people not worth their attention at all.

In the blink of an eye, the cold-faced uncle killed two more black-clad men. But his shoulder and left leg were also cut in several places at the same time. Multiple wounds worsened the speed of his blood loss, and his figure visibly staggered. It was not difficult to see that if this dragged on, things would be very unfavorable for the cold-faced uncle.

But after that figure appeared, several black-clad men actually turned around at all costs and stabbed toward the seated man.

The cold-faced uncle’s calm expression finally changed slightly. He almost recklessly blocked the black-clad men. The young man in blue-green clothes was also fully on guard, his drawn crossbow aimed firmly at the black-clad men. The moment anyone approached, he fired without mercy.

The short arrows seemed to be coated in poison. Once they hit and drew blood, they almost sealed the throat at once, killing instantly.

Clearly, the real target of this group of black-clad men was the white-clothed man sitting there.

“Master, let’s hurry and run!” Sun Hong whispered shakily, clutching Sun Zibai’s sleeve.

Looking at this situation, neither side seemed like good people. Being caught in the crossfire would already be the better outcome. He was afraid that once they finished, they would immediately silence witnesses.

“Go back to the marquis residence and call people. They are too brazen. They even dare attack the heir—mmph!”

Sun Zibai was quick-eyed and swift-handed, covering Sun Hong’s mouth. Of course he wanted to run. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that these two groups were not paying attention and hurry away. But clearly, it was already too late.

Just as Sun Hong was speaking, several whooshing sounds came from above their heads. Several figures swiftly threaded through the darkness and arrived. Then several black-clad men collapsed to the ground.

Reinforcements had arrived.

Seeing this, the black-clad men indeed gave up attacking the banished-immortal man and turned to flee, but it was already too late.

Together with the cold-faced uncle, the newly arrived people wiped out all the black-clad men in less than a few minutes. Not a single one remained.

The chaotic scene immediately quieted down. Only the pungent smell of blood and the stimulating sight of corpses everywhere remained.

Most importantly, at this moment, everyone’s gazes turned in unison toward the master and servant huddled off to the side. Those people were still holding swords that had just killed.

This scene was somewhat frightening.

Sun Hong clutched his heir’s sleeve and trembled. It was over, it was over. Even if he threw away his life, he could at most hug one person’s thigh. What was his heir supposed to do?

Sun Zibai: …

“Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding.” Sun Zibai looked at the heroic men, then toward the seated man opposite him. “I was just wandering around aimlessly after dinner and accidentally disturbed everyone’s refined enjoyment. We’ll leave right now. We didn’t see anything. We saw nothing.”

This was not cowardice. A wise man submitted to circumstances.

The men glanced at him but said nothing. First, they turned and bowed to the white-clothed young master, then began cleaning up the corpses on the ground.

The young man in blue-green clothes, however, impolitely burst into laughter.

The cold-faced uncle had suffered quite a few injuries, but his expression looked as if nothing had happened. He casually tore off a black-clad man’s face covering and tied it around the arm that was bleeding the most. The young man in blue-green clothes took a small porcelain bottle from his robe and tossed it over.

The cold-faced uncle did not ask anything. He took out two pills and roughly threw them into his mouth, dryly chewed twice, then swallowed them.

That man’s gaze finally landed on Sun Zibai. It was still calm and without waves. The instant it shot over, it seemed like a sharp blade, but when Sun Zibai looked again, it seemed only an illusion.

The man merely glanced at him faintly, then said to the person beside him, “Let’s go back.”

Sun Zibai: …

He felt offended.

The voice was cool and clear, yet left a lingering impression. After speaking, the man withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the pile of black-clad corpses on the ground. The young man in blue-green clothes beside him immediately put away the crossbow, then circled behind the man and pushed him away.

Sun Zibai was slightly stunned, his eyes widening somewhat.

That was… a wheelchair?

An ancient wooden wheelchair. Its two wooden wheels looked very flexible, and it was exquisitely made, worthy of admiration.

But why would such a banished-immortal-like person be sitting in a wheelchair?

“Young Master, that fool over there keeps staring at you. Should I dig out his eyeballs?”

The young man in blue-green clothes suddenly lowered his head and asked the white-clothed man.

Sun Zibai’s eyelids twitched violently. Only belatedly did he realize that the fool in the blue-green-clothed young man’s mouth was actually himself.

In his heart, he had still been thinking that this man, who was so perfect he did not seem mortal, was actually disabled. At first, when he saw the man sitting on a large chair in the middle of the road in the dead of night, he had felt that something was a little off. But the man’s aura was too strong, and the atmosphere just now had been so overwhelming that Sun Zibai had thought this was the necessary grand entrance of an impressive person. Unexpectedly, it turned out his legs were disabled.

The young man in blue-green clothes pushed the wheelchair farther and farther away. Sun Zibai could no longer see the man, nor could he see the expression on his face. He only vaguely heard the man’s cool voice seem to say something.

The young man in blue-green clothes gave a regretful “oh,” frightening Sun Hong into trembling again. In his eyes, these two were practically no different from beautiful ghosts demanding lives. They were simply living Kings of Hell wearing beautiful skins.

Only after their figures completely disappeared did the people cleaning up the corpses swiftly carry the dead bodies away. The one handling the aftermath took out a porcelain bottle from his robe. No one knew what he sprinkled over the bloodstains on the ground, but in the blink of an eye, the bloodstains began smoking and transformed into a puddle of transparent liquid. Anyone unaware would think it was merely water.

The master and servant once again had their worldview refreshed. They stared, dumbstruck.

Even after returning to the main street where people came and went, Sun Hong was still shaken.

“Master, that really scared me to death just now. If something had happened to you, how would I keep living?”

“That’s all the ambition you have?”

“Master, what do we do now? Should we have someone arrest them?”

Sun Zibai knocked him on the forehead.

“Didn’t you see that they killed without blinking? Why should we provoke them for no reason?”

Sun Zibai had already searched through all the plot in his mind. However, the original text focused on the love-hate entanglement between the two male leads. The events that happened were also from their perspectives, centered around them and unfolding around them. Other matters were either brushed over in a single stroke or described from their point of view, so many things simply were not there.

Moreover, after Sun Zibai searched through the entire plot, he did not find any character in a wheelchair.

Besides, that young man in blue-green clothes had saved him at the crucial moment just now. Afterward, they also had no intention of silencing him. It could be seen that this matter had nothing to do with him, and the other party did not seem to fear the power of the Pingnan Marquis.

It was not that he was arrogant, but with the original owner’s foul reputation spreading far and wide, anyone in Sucheng should have recognized him.

Yet clearly, the other party did not place him in their eyes at all.

Now that was interesting.

So were these people an unknown force hidden in Sucheng, or had they just arrived?

Meanwhile, the master and servant on the other side were also having the same conversation.

“Young Master, do we really not need to deal with those two?”

The young man in blue-green clothes was somewhat worried. After all, that heir’s lustful reputation had spread far and wide, and his own young master happened to be this kind of person. He was afraid that heir would come looking for trouble afterward.

But the young master he spoke of only gave a soft “mm.” His expression was indifferent, yet there was some daze in his eyes.

The young man in blue-green clothes felt pain in his heart, so distressed that he almost could not bear it. He opened his mouth, but did not know what to say. In the end, he could only close his mouth and silently push the wheelchair.

As for the white-clothed man in the wheelchair, he finally looked in a certain direction and murmured aloud.

“So far away. I have already retreated so far… Just what exactly must I do before you are satisfied…”

After hearing this, the young man in blue-green clothes felt his eyes sting. He wanted to cry a little, but did not dare make a sound.