My Antique Mirror Is A Portal To Another World-Chapter 125: Gui Ying

Standing up from his chair, Kai Mu rushed over to grab the torn cloth from the soldier’s hand and inspected it. Seeing the half-dried blood, Kai Mu clenched it in his fist.

Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Find out who dared to kidnap our Military Advisor! If anything happens to him, I want all of you buried with him!"

Shocked by Kai Mu’s words, the generals immediately stood up and responded, "Yes, Supreme General!"

While the Yuezhi Tribe fell into panic searching for Kong Jixing, the man himself was calmly resting beneath a dead tree.

Squinting at the sun’s position, Kong Jixing muttered, "It’s already past one sichen. Kai Mu should have seen the traces I left behind."

After saying that, he smiled and slowly traced his jawline with his fingers. Two seconds later, he peeled off the skin of his face.

The moment he removed the human-skin mask that was as thin as a cicada’s wings, a very handsome young man’s face was revealed.

Holding the intact human-skin mask between his fingers, Kong Jixing touched his smooth skin and smiled. "It’s been years since I last took off this mask."

Looking at the human-skin mask, he sighed. "This was the last one I had. What a pity I can’t use it anymore."

With that, he tore the human-skin mask into pieces and let the wind carry them away. Watching the fragments drift off, he chuckled in satisfaction.

Opening his lips, he said in a deep, smooth voice, which was very different from his previous hoarse voice, "From now on, there is no Kong Jixing in this world. Only Gui Ying."

Just as he said that, Gui Ying heard the sound of approaching footsteps in the distance. Turning toward the source, he saw a long line of people trudging under the scorching sun.

After observing for a moment, he thought, ’These people... they must be refugees heading to Xiqiang City.’

Rubbing his chin, he smiled and stood up. Putting on his bamboo hat, Gui Ying began walking in the direction of the refugees. Without drawing attention, he effortlessly merged into the long line of people.

After walking for two sichen, the sun had begun to slant toward the western horizon.

Feeling bored, Gui Ying looked around. Just as he was about to find something to do to ease his boredom, he heard the sound of someone collapsing.

Turning around, he saw the old woman who had been walking beside him lying motionless on the ground. The little girl who had been holding her hand now knelt beside her, crying and shaking her body.

"Grandmother, what’s wrong? Wake up... Grandmother..."

While the little girl cried and begged her grandmother to open her eyes, some refugees looked on with greed in their eyes. The rest didn’t even spare a glance and continued forward like soulless dolls.

Noticing the greed in their eyes, Gui Ying narrowed his own. When he saw two men approaching the girl, he sighed and muttered, "It’s your luck that you met this young master today, little girl."

With that, he walked over to her. As one of the men reached for the girl, Gui Ying calmly picked up a small pebble from the ground.

Casually tossing the pebble twice in his palm, he flicked it with his finger.

Crack!

As the sound of bone breaking echoed, the man clutched his hand and dropped to the ground, writhing in pain and screaming like a pig being slaughtered. "Ah! My hand!"

Kicking the man away, Gui Ying scolded in displeasure, "Stop screaming. So noisy."

When the man looked up at the handsome face hidden beneath the bamboo hat, he was stunned.

Disgusted by the man’s stare, Gui Ying flicked his wrist, and a thin silver needle appeared between his fingers. Without a second glance, he flicked the needle at the man.

The next second, the man screamed again and covered his eyes. "My eyes!"

When the other refugees saw blood flowing out from the man’s eyes, they looked at Gui Ying in horror. After a moment of hesitation, they turned and fled, leaving the now-blind man behind.

Ignoring him, Gui Ying squatted beside the old woman. Placing three fingers on her wrist, he calmly checked her pulse.

Seeing someone examine her grandmother, the little girl wiped away her tears and sniffles, then asked, "Elder Brother, can you save my grandmother?"

Being called "Elder Brother" lifted Gui Ying’s mood.

He looked at the little girl and explained, "Your grandmother fainted from hunger and thirst. Give her something to eat and drink, and she will be fine."

Upon hearing that, the little girl looked at her grandmother, then down at her own thin hands.

While she was thinking, Gui Ying observed her curiously. Retracting his hand from the old woman’s wrist, he asked, "What are you planning to do? Feed your blood and flesh to your grandmother?"

The girl looked up at him and nodded.

Staring straight into Gui Ying’s eyes, she asked innocently, "Elder Brother, do you think my blood and flesh will be enough to keep my grandmother alive until she recovers?"

Having lived with the Yuezhi Tribe for more than two years, the little girl’s words didn’t surprise Gui Ying.

Pulling a folding fan from his waistband, he slowly began to fan himself and answered seriously, "With your frail body, it’s not enough to fully heal her. But it might help her live a few more days."

Hearing that, the girl sighed in relief. She smiled sweetly at Gui Ying, then kowtowed until her forehead touched the cracked ground.

Without raising her head, she said, "Elder Brother, I don’t have a knife or anything. Can you lend me something to collect my blood and flesh?" freёwebnoѵel.com

Gui Ying’s hand paused mid-fan, then he smiled faintly as he asked, "Little Sister, are you sure you want to sacrifice yourself to save your grandmother?"

The girl raised her head and answered firmly, "Yes."

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Gui Ying’s smile deepened. He gently patted her head and said, "You are lucky you met this young master today."

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