Blood Throne

In the darkness, Gu Chaoyang opened his eyes.

Above his head, the faint yellow light fell diagonally. Beside him, there were red bricks and walls made of broken stones, and there were shadows reflected on the walls, twisting.

He could hear the sound of flowing water and smell a putrefactive odor. On one side, there was a sewage ditch against the wall. He was lying on the side of the sewage ditch, and below him was the cold and damp ground. His right hand was hanging in the ditch, and on his left hand, there was a sharp stone stained with mud.

There was a drizzle in the air and the raindrops fell gently.

Not far away, someone was speaking in a low voice.

"Short Hair, hurry up!"

Got it!

Someone beside him responded.

Gu Chaoyang had never heard this language before, but he clearly understood what it meant.

What was going on?

He felt a faint pain in his head, and he could hardly think.

He took a breath silently and overcame the dizziness in his mind. Some scenes overwhelmed him which belonged to another person. It was so strange but so familiar that he could easily accept those scenes.

The last scene...

Perhaps, it was because he had been hit by a stick on his head, so he was lying in this dark and damp alley.

Closing his eyes slightly, Gu Chaoyang let out a long breath. He relaxed and focused, leaving nothing in his mind. At the same time, he held the sharp stone in his left hand.

The guy beside him leaned down, breathing out the air smelt like rotten cucumber cheese, very unpleasant indeed.

"Is he dead? If he isn't dead, then give him another stab!"

OK.

The man stretched out his finger, feeling his breath.

Gu Chaoyang suddenly opened his eyes.

Under the dim yellow light, the two looked at each other. Short Hair was a little stunned, blinking his eyes.

Before Short Hair could react, Gu Ghaoyang stretched out his right hand and grabbed his wrist with extreme force.

When his wrist was grabbed, Short Hair subconsciously pulled back. Because he was squatting on the ground, it was difficult to exert strength, and the extent of his movement was relatively large. At this time, Gu Chaoyang suddenly released his hand.

Short Hair lost his balance, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

He forcefully pushed against the ground with his right hand, and his body leaped up from the ground like a tight whip. Gu Chaoyang pounced towards the guy like a civet cat. His left hand tightly gripped the sharp stone. Even though the skin and flesh on his palm had been scraped by the edges of the stone, he still did not loosen the stone.

He waved his left hand and slammed it down.

He held the tip of the stone and hit it on Short Hair's face. Actually, it was on his eye socket. Short Hair subconsciously closed his eyes, but the sharp corner of the stone still penetrated the soft eyelids and pierced deeply into the eyes.

"Ah!"

Short Hair let out a miserable scream.

In the darkness, blood splashed.

Short Hair screamed, subconsciously raising his hand and covering his face.

Gu Chaoyang raised his right hand and swung his palm like a knife, cleanly cutting the throat and the air pipe of Short Hair.

Short Hair rolled on the ground. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After rolling a few times, half of its body fell into a ditch in the corner of the wall. His body was stuck inside and twitched for a while. Then, he stopped moving.

Gu Chaoyang stood up. His shadow was long and projected on the wall behind him.

Another guy stood about seven or eight steps away from him. He was about thirty years old. He had a beard, a hooked nose, and sunken eyes. Right then, he was stunned, looking at Gu Chaoyang blankly.

"Damn!"

The man reacted and cursed in a low voice, putting his hand on his waist.

At this moment, Gu Chaoyang took a small step forward and used all his strength to wave his left hand. Like a pitcher, he forcefully threw the blood-stained rock in his hand at the person in front of him.

The blood-stained stone passed through the rain like lightning, rushing to the man. With a blink of an eye, he was hit between his eyebrows by the stone. He lost consciousness and fell back involuntarily.

He struggled to stand up, but all he did was in vain.

Gu Chaoyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was exhausted because of the throw.

After spitting out a mouthful of turbid air, the dizziness in his mind weakened a little, and his strength returned to his body. He walked forward at a moderate pace, stepping on the puddle in wooden nail shoes, splashing the water.

Gu Chaoyang walked up to the guy who was struggling.

Now that he was in a terrible state and could not give this guy a chance to fight back. He intended not to interrogate and slowly bent down to draw a half-foot-long scimitar from the man's waist.

The blade was sharp enough to reflect light.

He looked up at the sky. Above the vast night sky, there was a huge yellow moon hanging.

This was completely different from the bright moon of his hometown.

Gu Chaoyang took a deep breath. His bitter smile disappeared in an instant. He lowered his head and looked at the guy who was struggling to get up, looking at him with fierce eyes.

He placed the blade between the man's throat.

The guy still stared at him fiercely. In this fierce gaze, he clearly saw a trace of despair.

This is human!

Gu Chaoyang looked at the man indifferently. He did not look away. His right hand was very stable. He did not tremble at all. He just looked at the man and gently pulled the scimitar...

Blood spurted out from the neck like spring water, flowing with a sound of a blooming flower.

His body gradually stiffened and his eyes went blank. In the end, all of his emotions disappeared, leaving only emptiness and nothingness.

He stood up and looked at his reflection on the blade. It was blurry, but a young man's face could be seen, unfamiliar but familiar at the same time...

Gu Chaoyang?

Ryan Charles?

Who am I?

The life scenes of those two people intertwined, spinning in his mind, leaving him the urge to vomit. It was the instinctive reaction of the body, and the nervous system seemed to have no ability to resist it.

Gu Chaoyang closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

After a few breaths, he opened his eyes.

Ryan Charles!

Alright, I am Ryan Charles.

Gu Chaoyang's physical body was gone. He was no longer on the Earth. Everything there was only kept in his memory. It was an absurd existence that only belonged to himself.

There was only Ryan Charles here.

Why did he appear here?

Was it because of the book?

Book of Gold.

The last memory of him as Gu Chaoyang was the Book of Gold.

However, he did not have any memories of the Book of Gold.

He only remembered finding the Book of Gold in a nameless pyramid deep in the desert. For this reason, he killed many explorers who came with the same purpose. In the end, he got the Book of Gold.

However, Gu Chaoyang had no impression of what the Book of Gold looked like.

Now, where was the Book of Gold that had brought him to this place?

Ryan Charles looked up at the huge yellow moon that was still clearly visible in the night rain and sighed softly.

His mind relaxed after the sigh. He then felt sore all over his body, feeling dizzy. The fights seemed short, but they were actually extremely dangerous.

This body was a little weak.

There was a mirror hanging on the wall.

The mirror was not big, with several cracks, and the figure in the mirror was somewhat unreal.

The mirror was picked up by the young Ryan on the road. In the past, he had always regarded it as a treasure. This world was similar to the western world on Earth in the middle century, so the mirror was not a luxury good. However, a mirror was not a daily necessity for Ryan's class.

In the mirror, there was a pale face. His black hair was slightly curled up, and his black eyes were as dark as the deep sea. He had a high nose and a thin face. After crossing over, there was a hint of coldness between his eyebrows, driving away the cowardice that had been in his eyes all year round.

After taking a look at the mirror, Ryan turned around.

He looked around.

This was a very small room. A single wooden bed was placed against the wall in front of the bed; there was a small square table next to a wooden stand with a mottled pattern on the wood; the other side of the wall has a small window, the window is like a cell window, no glass, only a few wooden bars. The night wind mixed with cold rain flew in from the window, wetting the wooden floor, and the color there became darker.

There was no kitchen or bathroom. This was a room that was similar to a prison cell.

The wooden floor beneath his feet was already broken, and with a slight movement, it would make a creaking sound.

The thin walls of the room made a poor sound insulation. Someone next door was snoring, and the snoring sounded like a blacksmith pulling a bellows, rhythmicly.

He came to the window and looked out through the wooden strips.

This was the second floor of the apartment. There were no tall buildings outside. If one looked through the window, they would not only be able to see the white sails in the port at the foot of the mountain, but they would also be able to vaguely see the island far from the port.

This was the coastal city in the southwest of Franka Empire, Lanceton.

The Moon River meandered through the city and converged into the Star Sea at the side, dividing the city into the Southern and Northern Districts.

The Southern District was where the lower-class people lived, and the port was also located in this area. The hillside above the port was the most complicated and dirty place in the Southern District, which was also commonly known as the slums.

City of God.

This was a film from Brazil, South America, in his previous life on Earth.

This place was exactly the same as the City of God in the movies.

The buildings here were built haphazardly everywhere, just like a dense pile of broken blocks. There was no landfill or sewer, because there was no difference between a sewer and a landfill.

Those big shots in the north district ruled the city, but they never cared about this place.

Ryan left the window and went to a corner of the room, near the bed. He took out a movable wooden board at the foot of the wall. There was a small hole. Inside the hole was a mental box.

He opened the iron box, which contained a few notes and a few silver coins.

The banknotes are ten Louis, five Louis, and one Louis. The portraits of Louis, the founding emperor of the Franka Empire, were printed on the notes. Louis gazed into the distance, with a meaningful smile.

A silver coin is worth one Louis, a copper coin is one Finney, a hundred Finneys are a Louis, and a hundred Louis are a Gold Louis.

One Finney was equivalent to one RMB on Earth.

Ryan has 29 Louis in savings, or 2,900 Finneys. If converted to RMB, it was more than 2000. The rent for this single room is four Louis fifty Finneys per month, which meant that every month he had to spend 450 RMB on accommodation.

He took out some paper money and coins from his pocket and placed them on the bed.

Three Louis and ninety Finneys.

This was the money he had found from those two people. He did not touch the body.

In Ryan's memory, any body found in the slums could not remain intact. If he was lucky, he would leave a pair of underwear on his body. If he was unlucky, he would be naked.

People's first reaction to seeing the body was not to protect the scene, but to see if they can find any useful things.

There was no need for him to destroy the corpses.

As for the police...

Don't count on them.

If not necessary, the police would never enter the slums.

Ryan threw the whole money into the mental box, leaving the change. He took off his clothes and went to bed.

The young man's body was too weak. After killing the two strong men by surprise, he almost spent all of his strength and energy. Now, the back of his head was still hurting. He felt his head was like a water bag, making him dizzy.

He was thinking...

Who wanted to kill him?

Ryan was an orphan. When he was six years old, his mother passed away from illness, so he was raised by his uncle.

After he was thirteen, he started working and took care of himself.

Struggling, working hard, living...

This was his life for the previous seventeen years.

Such a life is uneventful for him and for most of youths in the Southern District.

Such an ordinary young man, who would deliberately target him and kill him?

The owner of this body, Ryan, was suddenly attacked on the back of the head on his way home and then dragged aside to an alley. That blow had actually scattered the soul of the real Ryan, so he was able to descend on this body.

Robbery?

Robbery would not be like this!

Uncle?

At the time of his mother's death, Ryan was also six years old, and it would have been difficult to survive without his uncle's help. Although the property left by his mother was occupied by his uncle, it was not necessary to hire killings.

If it was really about the inheritance, why didn't uncle do it a few years ago?

It couldn't be uncle, there must be someone else.

Hatred?

Money?

The young man, Ryan, had a weak personality. He was always careful when dealing with people and things. He was afraid of causing trouble. Even if he was bullied and insulted, he would bear it. He had never lost his temper in front of others.

It was impossible for such a person to have enemies.

At least, there were no enemies who wanted him to die.

Then it could only be for profit.

Was he in someone's way?

Or perhaps, he had some secret?

If there had to be a secret, it could only be his father whom he had never met before.

Ryan's mother was just a shop assistant. When she was eighteen, she had a child out of wedlock and owned a nice house. The whole family moved in. Now, his uncle's family ived in the house.

The house should be the property given by his father.

Was it related to that never-met father?

At this point, Ryan ceased to think.

Even if he knew the reason and the murderer, with his current capacity, he could do nothing about the other party.

The top priority now was to make himself stronger. Before recovering his strength, he could only maintain Ryan's original habits-live cautiously.

He took a deep breath.

Then Ryan closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

Gu Chaoyang had an extremely powerful breathing technique that made him to focus instantly and increase his body's potential. It was extremely beneficial for fighting. That was the reason why he could easily kill those two men.

Soon, he entered a mysterious state.

The ticking sound came.

The sound of water droplets gently echoed in his ears.

At first, it was very slow, just like Ryan's heartbeat. Gradually, it increased its speed and became faster and faster. Ryan's heartbeat also became faster and faster like the rhythm of the water droplets. Later on, the water droplets was like the heavy rain. The droplets continuously fell from the eaves to the ground like a rapid drumbeat.

Ryan felt very uncomfortable.

It was like a nightmare.

He wanted to wake up, but his body could not move. He had no way to control his body, even if he was sober.

What was going on?

Did something go wrong with his training?

He created this breathing technique that he cultivated. The foundation of the breathing technique came from the breathing technique of his family martial arts. Meanwhile, he combined it with the Indian Yuga and other cultivation techniques. In the end, his cultivation technique was unique. It was no longer pure martial arts, but was in the category of mysticism. On Earth, although he could not purely use his mind to affect matters, he could stimulate his own potential and do something that ordinary people couldn't do.

This was the reason why he was able to stand out among the many adventurers and enter the bottom of the mysterious pyramid, finally obtaining the Book of Gold.

Therefore, even though his heart was uncomfortable, Ryan's mind was still firm and he did not panic.

In his previous life, he had closed to die many times. He understood a principle. When things came to an end, he must not be flustered. In the face of danger, emotional fluctuations did not help at all.

Calm down!

He needed absolute calm!

He opened his eyes.

A blood-red sea...

What he saw was a blood-red sea. Blood fell from the sky like a rainstorm, drowning the ground and forming a vast sea. His body was floating above the Blood Sea, drifting with the flow.

The smell of blood filled his nose.

It was bone-piercingly cold!

The skin all over his body was covered in goosebumps and his heart suddenly stopped beating.

Could it be that his breathing method was incompatible with this world?

Fear!

Fear arose from his heart!

But he was still a human, so he couldn't avoid having human emotions.

Although his mind did not collapse, his body had an instinctive reaction. His whole body was tense. He could not help but tremble. He clenched his teeth but his teeth still chattered.

It's the reality?

Or an illusion?

For a moment, it was difficult to distinguish between illusions and reality.

Fear could kill people, especially the fear of the unknown.

It was not an exaggeration to say that people were scared to death, because there were examples.

Most people would bow to fear and give up resisting. They would let despair drown them. Gu Chaoyang, who came from Earth, was not an ordinary person. He would never choose to admit defeat and surrender.

There was a saying in a book that he liked.

A man could be killed, but not be defeated!

A Heart Lamp like Nirvana Lotus.

Ryan imagined a Heart Lamp. His soul was emitting a faint light. He visualized the light spreading out bit by bit, dispersing the boundless darkness. Then, it dispelled the fear that shrouded his mind.

The core of the Heart Lamp was a golden flame the size of which was as small as a soybean.

This was a phenomenon that had never appeared before.

On Earth, he had visualized the Heart Lamp countless times. He had never seen such a flame before. At that time, the light in his heart was mostly illusory and not as bright as it was now.

The golden flame flashed and disappeared.

The Blood Sea retreated like a tide from before, disappearing into the darkness.

He thought he would wake up from the nightmare.

However, the next moment, he found himself in a damp and dark alley. On both sides were walls covered in moss, towering into the clouds. Looking up, the moon was blocked by the high walls. Only a trace of yellow moonlight left.

A sound of footsteps came!

There were hurried footsteps behind him.

He wanted to look back, but his body was out of control.

It was still a nightmare!

It was still a clear dream!

The so-called clear dream was that when a person was dreaming, they still had a clear self-consciousness, the ability to think and remember, and even the feeling in the dream was the same as that of reality.

There were similarities between the clear dream and his current state, but there were also great differences.

He could not describe his current state in one word.

Just call it the clear dream!

He was afraid.

To be precise, there was another consciousness in his body.

That consciousness was extremely terrified and restless. It constantly asked for help. Other than asking for help, it had nothing to do.

Ryan could sense this consciousness, but this consciousness knew nothing about him.

Then, Ryan started running.

Running forward under the drive of that consciousness.

Behind him, the footsteps became hurried, accompanied by a violent gasp.

The consciousness cried.

Ryan could hear the cries. After being completely crushed by fear, the desperate cries showed a kind of indescribable sorrow.

Another voice sounded in his ears.

It was a sound that made one's eardrums uncomfortable. Although Ryan could not turn back, he knew that it was the sound of the blade scraping against the bluestone wall.

Was he being hunted?

At that moment, he felt like laughing.

What kind of bullshit dream is this?

However, since the transmigration and rebirth existed, it was not surprising that something strange would happen again.

His feet slipped.

He stepped on the slippery moss. His body staggered and fell heavily to the ground. He could not get up for a while. Driven by fear, he could only crawl forward.

That crying consciousness had completely collapsed and could only subconsciously crawl forward, aimlessly.

There was a puddle on the ground that had yet to dry up after the rain. The yellow moonlight fell from the top of his head to the surface of the water. He saw the reflection in the water. It was a face that flashed for a moment. It was a pale and bloodless face, and tears flew from it. This person had fluffy, curly blonde hair.

It was a young woman.

Looking again, the woman had already climbed over the puddle.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer...

Ryan's consciousness was bound to the woman's body. He was like a bystander who could only observe the world from the perspective of this woman. No matter how hard he tried, he could not control this body.

Thus, he could only watch helplessly as all this happened.

The woman's long hair was pulled up by someone, and she looked back at the faint yellow moonlight above her head.

There were clouds coming over and covering the moonlight.

There was a touch of coldness on her neck.

The woman cried, her whole body trembling uncontrollably...

Ryan felt a sense of danger. He didn't know why, but he always felt that if the cold blade cut through the woman's neck, he would also be greatly injured.

Fear seemed to be contagious, and he had a sense.

That was not a good experience.

He had to find a way to break free!