7 Attack

'Ah... How did it end up like this...' wondered Tian Jiao as he sputtered and choked, he was currently being held on the neck by a demon, to put it crudely. His vision was hazy and his memories of what just happened was also hazy. He could only remember that he was just peacefully shopping before... Before what? He didn't remember now. Ah, yes, there was an attack on Weicang by a demon. But he still didn't know how he ended up like this. His memories were in a complete disarray.

His throat was dry and chapped, he didn't feel very good. He felt like closing his eyes and drifting off into eternal sleep but he couldn't do that. He can't give up. He can't die. Not now, not before... There was a slight pause in this train of thinking. Before what? That was the question. Why couldn't he just give up and die, then he wouldn't need to suffer anymore. His sister was definitely in good hands. She was after all taken away by those three little masters. How though? There were too many questions to be answered, his poor brain can't handle the workload. So it was just easier to die, is it not? He no longer has to think so hard, try so hard. But he felt unwilling. He felt like he had an unaccomplished goal. What was it? He didn't know. All he knew was that his heart itched and that he couldn't die now, not now... Not to this small fry. Small fry? Why did he say that? This 'small fry' was more than capable of killing him. He felt off. The lingering wish in his heart was oddly enough, not to protect his sister but something else, something he swore he would do yet he couldn't remember.

Wrong...wrong...wrong, everything was so wrong, everything was so odd. Why can't he remember anything? That was the question at heart but, of course, there was a more important one. How is he going to survive? His chances of survival were slim and almost zero.

What shall he do? Play dead? Nope, this demon seems to be the ruthless type so he would probably just kill him twice to make sure. What else? He wracked his brains for a method yet he couldn't think of one.

Meanwhile, the demon dropped him onto the ground effortlessly, and scoured the surroundings for any trace of survivors. The demon had long violet hair, sharp potruding horns and an ugly scar marked across his narrow eyes. His face and body was thin, almost looking like he was malnourished. The demon had long deemed Tian Jiao as not a threat after the non-existential fight he put up. In his eyes, Tian Jiao was a mere ant that had to rely on his mercy to survive but he was also cautious, he would never let even an ant go as that would be a failure of his duty as Lieutenant Colonel of the Seventh General's Third Army, Fourth 100 men unit. He could not find any survivors midst the ruins of a once great city of Weicang. Now, all that was left was to settle that measly ant.

Just then, "Ai yah, I merely looked away for one second and look at this! What a mess! Geez. Kids these days are truly rebellious, don't you agree 'Great' Ancestor?" a voice perked up.

He turned furiously and to his astonishment, discovered an old man with snow-white hair floating in mid-air presumptiosly. He felt an indomitable pressure from the man: " W-who are you?! "

The crooked business man promptly ignored him:"Tut, tut. Your little master is half dead but you still refuse to take action. What a disgrace. To think you would world renowned Great Ancestor of the Ti-" his preaching was interrupted by a little, slightly childish voice.

"You, shut up. Who are you to crticize me! You also left him for dead! Pui, what a hypocrite! You just came to watch the show! " spat the sword that Tian Jiao had. It had unsheathed itself, and was whistling through the air angrily, so angry, you could see the steam billowing from it's ears...

'Wait, do swords even have ears?' thought Tian Jiao, 'Also, are swords suppose to talk?'. Wait a second, what the hell was going on?!!? Wait... This is a cultivation world, he shouldn't be surprised...yes, he shouldn't be surprised...calm down, think about more important things. Currently, the demon was distracted by the 2 creatures' conversation and he could probably get away now but the adrenaline from before has weared off. He could feel the stinging pain from his wounds, he struggled to stay awake, how did he end up so badly injured? How could he not notice though? Nevermind, the wound was bleeding badly and he was losing conscious quickly. He should stop the bleeding before he passes out, otherwise he might die from blood loss.

He bit his lower lip, the pain from the wound helped him stay awake but it did not last long, he shakily ripped a long strip of wool from his clothes and wrapped it tightly around his waist, where the wound was located, the blood soaked through the thin piece of cloth without resistance. He realised that it barely helped. Everything was getting fuzzy. Everything was getting blurry. The corners of his vision is getting smudged. His ears were ringing repeatedly, echoes of voices travelled through one ear to the end of the other. That's when it him hard... He didn't want to die... He didn't want to die.. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die... Die... Die... No. I don't want to... Someone save me... Save me... Save... Me... Anyone...