Chapter 33 Holy Bath Festival

Two figures, one in front and one behind, rushed into a dark alley quickly. The only sound in the narrow space was the sound of running at high speed.

A man turned a corner and dodged, and Kaxiu chased him. A cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, with a hint of red on the blade.

"Bang!"

The burly man was kicked and flew away, and the fabric of his clothes rubbed against the rough ground, making a rustling sound.

He stood up with a distorted face and pain. He first looked at the dagger in the distance, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he jumped over the wall and disappeared into the darkness of the block.

At the corner of the wall of the street, Kaxiu did not choose to continue chasing. He looked at his right arm. The clothes on his forearm had been cut open, and a blood line as long as a palm appeared on the skin.

The blood drops that seeped out gradually dyed the cloth next to it red.

It was a superficial wound, not deep into the flesh. But...

Kaxiu quickly walked forward a few steps and picked up the silver-white dagger on the ground. The slightly curved blade looked very thin, and the edge was polished to be extremely smooth. However, it is not poisonous.

Huh... He let out a long breath, and his heart, which had been beating vigorously, calmed down, and his breathing gradually became normal.

It is impossible for Kaxiu to be immune to the deadly poison with his current physical level. It is estimated that he must practice the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Arts to a very high level to suppress immunity to some toxins.

After all, if the toxin invades the human body, it is difficult for any living organism to be unaffected, and negative symptoms are almost inevitable.

However, you can think from another angle. If you cannot be immune to the poison on the weapon, then don't be immune. Just train your muscles and skin to be as hard as iron, and the sharp edge of the weapon cannot break through the defense. The final effect is actually the same.

There are three different levels of the Xiangpo Secret Art in the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Arts: Spikes, Insect Bites, and Burning Wind. Every time a practitioner reaches a level, his physical fitness will leap forward. And now Kaxiu has not even reached 30% of the first level of spikes.

Even so, his physical fitness and strength have been greatly improved. When the two sides fought just now, the assassin who was half a head taller than Kaxiu was slightly at a disadvantage. His physical advantage had been completely wiped out by Kaxiu's training of the Elephant Soul Secret Art, and he was even pulled away by Kaxiu in the opposite direction.

Kaxiu's muscle lines should be much stronger than the burly man. If he practices the Elephant Soul Secret Art to the first level of spikes, or even the second level of insect bites. At that time, his body defense would not be a problem to withstand a dagger, and perhaps a less powerful pistol...

Kaxiu gently patted the dust on his hands and stopped his reverie. He pressed his wound with one hand and walked away quickly.

"Next time, I must carry a dagger with me..."

The next day, white clouds floated in the blue sky. A ray of sunlight shone through the gaps with gold edges, and the roofs of the gray and white buildings and the leaves of the dwarf trees began to sparkle.

Shirakawa City, No. 25 Citi Street, Jessica Apartment.

On the top floor of the fourth floor, a sunny room.

The light blue embroidered curtains blocked most of the sunlight, and only a ray of light shone in through the gaps. On the white floor tiles, a rectangular strip of gold cut the room. The brown sheets were gradually heated by the sun, ironing and warming.

On the bed, a sharp-edged face closed his eyes. He was not very handsome, but there was an inexplicable determination between his eyebrows.

A series of crisp bird calls suddenly came from outside the window.

"Huh?" Kaxiu opened his eyes, his expression was a little dazed.

He had just dreamed that he had become the original Levi. On that rainy night, Finn and his two gangster brothers tore Li Chu's clothes. He huddled in the corner like a coward, trembling with thunder.

"Bad luck!" Kaxiu cursed inwardly and climbed up.

He was not the original Levi. What the coward Levi dared not do, Kaxiu did all over again in the retrospective era.

Beat someone! Save my sister, beat someone again!

If it weren't for the conditions, Kaxiu would want to kill people.

He always believed that people come to this world not to be submissive. Blindly giving in will only push yourself to the edge of the cliff. In the youth training camp incident, Kaxiu lived the way Levi wanted to live, and he did what Levi wanted to do most.

And these are not only what Levi wants to do, but also what Kaxiu wants to do. Even if that retrospective era may be just an illusion, a past history that cannot be affected, Kaxiu still wants to take a breath, for Levi, for Li Chu, and for himself.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the fist is strong enough. I earned 70,000 federal coins yesterday, and I used it to buy medicinal materials this morning.

I got up and went to the window and opened the curtains. The bright sunlight suddenly spread, sweeping away the shadows in the white room.

I opened the window and took a breath of fresh air. The sunlight fell on the sparse green vegetation below, revealing a green luster.

Next to Jessica's apartment is a camphor road, with two rows of tall trees standing green and strong, rustling with the wind.

In the parking space on the edge, five or six black cars with goldfish mouths were parked, and the roofs were covered with branches and fallen leaves accumulated overnight.

"Happy Holy Bath Festival!" "Happy Holidays!" "..."

Downstairs, on the street. A long procession slowly came over here, with the leaders wearing traditional clothes. The women wearing black gauze headscarves were all young and beautiful, with one hand holding a flower basket and the other hand scattering flower petals.

Among the people following behind, some held religious symbols such as crosses, some held white ribbons and flowers, and some played musical instruments. There were about a hundred people in total.

Residents on both sides also lined the streets to welcome them, and even deliberately stood where the petals were thrown, letting the white petals fall on their heads.

This is the Holy Bath Festival, a national festival of the Red Lebanese Federation. It was originally a religious festival, but later it gradually became universal.

Here, women sprinkle white petals on people's heads, in fact, to imitate the process of bathing people's whole body in holy water, taking away sins and filth. In short, it carries a good meaning.

Adults like it very much, and children also like it very much.

Because the school will have a day off for the Holy Bath Festival.

Also, homework cannot be assigned on this day.

In Jessica's apartment, Kaxiu simply washed up in the bathroom. Then he dressed and walked down the stairs.

A fat old woman in floral clothes came towards him, with gray hair, reading glasses, and a cane.

"Hello, Mrs. Jessica."

Kaxiu waved his hand. This is the landlord of the apartment.

"Ah... OK... Mr. Dimitrios."

Mrs. Jessica was stunned for a moment before replying. She turned her head to look at Kaxiu's back, and seemed to be frowning and thinking about something.

Everyone in the apartment knows that Mrs. Jessica has amnesia...

So Kaxiu doesn't care what name she replies.

P.S. Seeing that many book friends have responded, I feel much better. I will continue to work hard to update, and I hope everyone will read the latest chapters more often. It is really important to catch up now.

You should also be able to see that the pace of this book may be a bit slow. For example, this chapter hardly talks about anything.

In fact, I want to make this world as full and real as possible, and expand something outside the main line. This writing method is actually quite thankless. It takes 1.5 times longer to write a chapter than usual, and I will be scolded for water after writing (laugh)

But I still want to try, just think of me as having obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Maybe my level is not good enough, and my writing skills are not good. But I still want to try my best to lean towards the mysterious journey. I love this book too much.

Regarding my short and weak things, I will think about it.

See if I can occasionally update three times a day within my ability.

(It depends on the situation. If I am in good condition, I should be able to update more. The main reason is that I type too slowly and can't compare with the tentacle monster.)