Du Zhong finally found Eagle Twelve after a jog. It was almost afternoon, but he had not drunk a drop of water or eaten a grain of rice.
Seeing Du Zhong's state, Ying Twelve hurriedly welcomed him into the house and asked with concern if he had eaten yet. Upon learning that Du Zhong had not yet eaten, Ying Twelve went into his small kitchen without a second's hesitation and soon brought out a bowl of steaming hot Yangchun noodles. The noodles were white and smooth, topped with two golden, crispy fried eggs, a mouth-watering sight.
Not only that, Eagle Twelve then brought out a plate of fragrant braised beef in soy sauce and a dish of spicy and sour pickled cucumbers. Du Zhong smelled the alluring aroma of these delicacies and suddenly felt an unbearable hunger in his stomach. He no longer cared about exchanging pleasantries with Eagle Twelve and picked up his chopsticks to wolf down the food.
When Eucommia ulmoides had eaten half a bowl, Eagle Twelve suddenly asked, "How could your sect leader be so cruel as to sell you out?"
Faced with this question, Du Zhong just smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's just because I always like to stir up trouble and make trouble."
After finishing his words, Du Zhong continued to eat his noodles, but Ying Twelve pulled out a contract of sale from his pocket and placed it on the table, saying to him, "Once you finish eating, return to your original place as soon as possible! Our Pavilion Master said that by now, your Sect Master should have calmed down a lot."
Hearing this, Du Zhong picked up the bowl and took a big sip of the delicious noodle soup. Then he asked curiously, "Then why is our leader angry?"
Ying Twelve rolled his eyes at him unhappily and replied with a hint of sarcasm, "Humph! It's just that your sect leader's skills weren't as good as his, so he lost to our Pavilion Master. He was just holding back on his anger and had nowhere to vent it, and now you've just happened to be the one making a perfect punching bag! Alright, alright, finish your meal and get going!"
Du Zhong's face suddenly turned pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. "Eagle Twelve, Eagle Twelve, how could you tell me this secret? What should I do now? The Sect Master will definitely kill me!"
Eagle Twelve curled his lips nonchalantly and said, "Why don't you just pretend you know nothing?"
Du Zhong wiped the beads of sweat that kept oozing out of his forehead with his hand, stamping his feet anxiously and shouting, "No! I can't control my mouth when I drink, and I tell everything. What's worse is that I even talk in my sleep at night! I'm doomed! If the Sect Master knew this secret, he would never let me go! I can't go back! I have to stay and hide in the Dark Moon Pavilion to be safe!"
Ying Twelve recalled what Dark Moon Fairy had said to her an hour ago, and a wave of doubt and curiosity surged in her heart. Dark Moon Fairy had instructed her to return Eucommia ulmoides safely to the Soul-Draining Gate, but this decision surprised Ying Twelve greatly.
At that time, Ying Twelve couldn't help but ask Dark Moon Fairy out of curiosity, "Pavilion Master, Du Zhong is a master of martial arts and exceptionally powerful. Since he's already sold himself to the Dark Moon Pavilion, why not send him to the Black Sword Team as an assassin? Wouldn't that allow him to better utilize his talents?"
However, Dark Moon Fairy simply smiled softly, and with a hint of helplessness in her tone, she said, "This man is simply an idiot! Although he has some martial arts skills, he often fails to accomplish anything. Send him back to where he came from! Otherwise, he will waste our Dark Moon Pavilion's food!"
After saying these words, Dark Moon Fairy turned and left, leaving Eagle Twelve alone to ponder her words. Eagle Twelve wondered what had caused Dark Moon Fairy to speak so highly of Eucommia ulmoides. Was Eucommia ulmoides truly as useless as she claimed?
With all sorts of questions, Ying Twelve decided to follow the Pavilion Master's orders and send Du Zhong back to the Soul-Destroying Sect. Before that, she wanted to get the secret of the Soul-Destroying Sect out of Du Zhong!
Ying Twelve then pretended to sympathize with Du Zhong: "Alas! Are you so afraid of your Sect Master? I feel like your Sect Master is a very good person!"
After finishing his Yangchun noodles, Du Zhong wiped his mouth and said, "Our leader is a cold-blooded man. He never hesitates to kill, and he never fails. But we don't see him often. If there's anything, Shang Lu uses a blue bird to send him a message! Or we can go find Old Man Xi!"
"Old man Xi? Is he the miracle doctor Xi Ruming?" Eagle Twelve asked curiously.
Du Zhong laughed and said, "That's him! Our sect leader respectfully calls him Yafu!"
Eagle Twelve asked again: "Have you seen the true face of your sect leader? What is his real name?"
Du Zhong shook his head and said, "No! No one has seen it! Okay! Don't ask anymore, I don't know! If you keep talking, I'll be skinned alive by the Sect Master!"
Seeing that she hadn't gotten any useful information, Ying Twelve took out a pot of wine and said to Du Zhong, "Let me give you a taste of my wine. It's delicious."
Ying Twelve filled his glass. Du Zhong took a sniff and said with a smile, "Is this fruit wine? It's not very strong. I can drink ten pots and not get drunk!"
Ying Twelve smiled with his eyebrows curved: "Then you try it!"
Eucommia ulmoides drank a cup of the medicine and then put his head down on the table.
Ying Twelve grinned and said, "This is the 'Dream Death' brewed by our Pavilion Master himself! I'm really curious about what magical properties this wine has!"
Suddenly Du Zhong raised his head again, smiled foolishly, and then started singing and dancing randomly!
He chuckled to himself, "Hey, hey! I took all of Du Heng's private money... I took it all!"
"So the Sect Master isn't in seclusion cultivating? The Sect Master is... poisoned! Woohoo! Poor Sect Master! Will he... die?"
"These... corrupt officials have caused the people... to suffer, and they've even embezzled disaster relief funds! They deserve to be killed!"
"Alas! We in the Soul-Cropping Sect...are all...bachelors! Old man Xi is...an old bachelor! Hahahaha!"
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"It's hot! It's so hot! I need to take off my clothes... and take a shower!"
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Ying Twelve's face darkened as she chopped Du Zhong's neck with a knife. She coldly ordered her men, "Send Du Bangchui back to the Soul-Destroying Sect!"
When Du Zhong woke up again, he saw Shang Lu's face. He grinned and said, "Do you know why the Sect Master is so angry? Hahaha! He lost the fight... to Dark Moon Fairy! Haha! The Sect Master actually... lost! Our Sect Master... is so pitiful!"
Shang Lu's face darkened, and he quickly covered Du Zhong's mouth with his hand. Du Zhong pulled his hand tightly and said, "Our leader didn't buy...information with gold! He lost...! He lost...money!"
"Woo woo! From now on...we can only...eat...steamed buns!"
"There's so much food at Dark Moon Pavilion...meat! Delicious!"
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Blood Shadow's voice rang out coldly: "Throw him into the stable! Let him wake up!"
Du Heng's face was gloomy. He chopped Du Zhong unconscious with a single blow, dragged him to the stable, and threw him into the horse manure...
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