The night was as dark and gloomy as water, and the bright moon in the sky was completely shrouded in dark clouds.

The entire capital city of Dali seemed to have been swallowed by ink.

However, at that moment, several dark figures were seen moving back and forth within the capital city of Dali.

In the darkness, a pair of delicate hands gripped the wall.

The lanterns hanging at the door emitted a faint glow.

The next moment, Ning Hongchen, who had been away for so long, slowly emerged from the darkness, leaning against the wall.

Ning Hongchen's night clothes were now tattered and riddled with deep, crisscrossing wounds that revealed the bone.

Blood gushed out as if it were free.

After only a few seconds of standing still, a pool of blood had already formed.

It's hard to imagine what kind of perseverance Ning Hongchen must have had to make it to the capital.

Even in March, the capital city was still swept by howling winds.

However, Ning Hongchen reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then slowly took out a blood-stained note from his waist.

By the dim candlelight, one could see countless names written densely on the slip of paper.

"The Liu family of Bingzhou, the Zheng family of Zhezhou, the Mo family of Qingzhou, the Jiang family of Jizhou..."

Du Yuheng's name was prominently listed among these families.

Looking at the list in his hand, Ning Hongchen, who was panting heavily, smiled slightly.

However, before Ning Hongchen could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold voice suddenly came from the darkness in the distance.

"Why bother? Why go to such lengths for a man?"

Upon hearing that voice, Ning Hongchen's lips curled into a smile.

"Kid, when did it become your place to lecture your old lady?"

As Ning Hongchen finished speaking.

From the darkness in the distance, a young man dressed in black with a cold gaze slowly walked out, holding a long sword.

At this moment, the young man looked at Ning Hongchen with a complex expression in his eyes.

There was joy, pity, but even more so anger and resentment.

Upon seeing the young man, Ning Hongchen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground, utterly exhausted.

The boy took a deep breath and said coldly.

"You have been poisoned by datura. If you want to live, come back to the hall with me, and I can guarantee your survival."

Ning Hongchen reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"So you've been chasing me all this way just for this one sentence?"

The smile on Ning Hongchen's lips seemed to deeply sting the young man before him, whose hand holding the longsword began to tremble slightly.

"Don't force me! I just want to take you back."

Upon hearing this, Ning Hongchen endured the pain and slowly got up, then looked at the young man and asked.

"Go back? Go back to be their killing machine again?"

The boy frowned upon hearing this.

"You know, we had no choice."

Ning Hongchen smiled.

"Just because we didn't have a choice before doesn't mean we don't have a choice now."

The young man took a deep breath, and looking at Ning Hongchen's miserable state, his heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

Ten years ago, this woman saved him from hell, but ten years later, he has to send her back to hell with his own hands.

Ten years of memories, like a fleeting moment, kept echoing in the boy's mind.

Just as the young man was lost in thought, several whooshing sounds came from the darkness.

Then a gloomy voice was heard.

"As expected of the youngest Sky Burial Assassin in the Six Burial Halls today, Young Master Feng is truly extraordinary!"

"We've been hunting this bitch for ages! Today I'll see where she can run to!"

As the voice faded, dozens of assassins dressed in black emerged from the darkness.

Without exception, each of them had a spider lily embroidered on their neck.

Upon seeing these people, a rare hint of panic flashed in Ning Hongchen's eyes.

These people are not subordinate to the Six Burials, but are directly under the Enforcement Hall of the Head of the Six Burials Hall.

The leader was one of the ten elders of the current Enforcement Hall, known in the martial arts world as the Blood Fiend Elder.

Those following behind him were also elites from the Enforcement Hall.

Xue Sha stepped forward and looked at Ning Hongchen with disdain.

"It's your good fortune that the young master has taken a liking to you!"

"I never expected you, you shameless wretch, to be so ungrateful!"

"They actually injured the young master's manhood!"

"Escaped once wasn't enough! They actually dared to sneak back and steal intelligence!"

"Today, I am acting on the orders of the Hall Master to arrest you and bring you back! I will make sure you experience the Ten Great Tortures of our Enforcement Hall!"

"I'll make you wish you were dead!"

The young man, known as the "Young Master Feng," had his face hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his expression.

Blood Fiend stepped forward and unleashed a punch.

Ning Hongchen instinctively tried to block, but he couldn't muster any strength at all.

With a loud bang, the powerful force of the punch sent Ning Hongchen staggering backward before he slammed heavily against the wall.

With a splatter, the intense impact caused Ning Hongchen to suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

He felt completely powerless and collapsed again.

Seeing this, Xue Sha still seemed unsatisfied. He stepped forward, grabbed Ning Hongchen by the neck, and said coldly.

"These past few days have really worn me out! You think you're safe just because you've hidden in the capital?"

As he spoke, Blood Fiend glanced back and then said with a lewd grin.

"If I remember correctly, Young Master Feng was picked up by this slut back then, wasn't he?"

The elite officers from the Enforcement Hall standing nearby smiled and echoed.

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