Chapter 30 Killing and Taking Bones is Like a Dream
Zhou Ziheng returned to his room, but instead of going to sleep, he opened the yellow paper again out of curiosity.
He already had a vague answer: the child I found was probably "Yizhique".
Thus, Yizhique entered the Central Plains, and perhaps it was through this twist of fate that she met Yu Wangshu. But what about the author? What about this self-proclaimed master physician?
Zhou Ziheng wanted to find the answer in it.
...
Alas, as everyone knows, I am truly a kind-hearted and compassionate doctor who seeks to heal the sick.
I simply couldn't bear to abandon this child, nor could I stand by and watch him die.
Besides, I've been to the Western Regions at least five or six times, so missing one more time wouldn't be a big deal.
I took the child away and spent three months trying to cure him of the poison.
I can only bring him to his senses, but I can't make him look like a normal person.
The child told me that his name was Yizhique, that he was a traitor from the Western Regions, that he had been poisoned with the most terrible poison, and that he had been abandoned by his people.
"What is the most terrifying poison?"
The sparrow paused, not answering my question, but instead asking me, "Why don't you ask me why I betrayed the Western Regions?"
I smiled and said, "I am a healer, not an elder from the Western Regions."
However, the sparrow didn't say what kind of poison it was, which made me so angry that my head was spinning.
Six months later, he proposed that he wanted to get an antidote.
If he comes back alive, he will tell me all his knowledge about poisons from the Western Regions.
Well, as you can see from this, he came back alive and told me about the Hundred Poisons of the Western Regions.
But I know his heart is dead.
...
Huo Qin stood motionless, letting the stench of blood gradually approach.
A cold wind blew in from the window, ruffling his hair.
The stench of blood lingered around the tip of my nose as it approached, then quickly receded into the distance.
At that very moment, Huo Qin made his move!
He chased after the scent and disappeared into the dark night!
The night was as dark as ink, spilled across the desolate mountain path. Huo Qin's boots crunched over the gravel, the sound torn apart by the howling night wind. The faint, elusive presence ahead, like a poisoned thread, drew him deeper into the darkness.
His figure almost blended into the night, with only the occasional pale moonlight filtering through the clouds briefly illuminating his tightly pursed lips and the fleeting glimpse of his clothes.
After chasing for an unknown distance, the terrain suddenly rose, and a mass grave appeared before them.
Huo Qin abruptly stopped in his tracks, standing still with only his chest rising and falling slightly.
"Since you led me here, it's time for you to show yourself." Huo Qin's gaze swept over the rows of lonely graves, an incredulous thought flashing through his mind—
Could Yu Wangshu's tomb be here?
The injured sparrow appeared at the top of the tree. He squatted on the withered tree, wearing a large straw hat, making it impossible to see his face.
Huo Qin raised an eyebrow, not at all surprised: "What brings you here, sir?"
A sparrow's voice was hoarse, and the wind whipped his hat and curtains wildly: "You can play the flute."
The other party didn't give Huo Qin any room to deny it and continued, "I know you. Your name is known everywhere in the martial arts world."
“You don’t have to deny it, I’ve been observing you for a long time. On the Cloud-Weeping Grassland, you once played a song called ‘Partridge Flying’ for Princess Haizhu.”
A sparrow perched high above, its hand shimmering with fine threads in the moonlight.
"I want you to play a tune called 'A Trip to Suzhou' for my Wangshu."
Huo Qin: "?"
He was so angry he almost laughed. He thought Zhou Ziheng was shameless enough, but he never expected there would be someone even more shameless than him!
Huo Qin sneered: "Who are you?"
Yizhique tilted his head, seemingly surprised that Huo Qin was asking a question he already knew the answer to, but he still answered, "My name is Yizhique."
Huo Qin continued to sneer: "Who am I?"
A Sparrow: "You are Huo Qin, one of the Three Heroes of the Martial World."
Huo Qin still sneered: "What kind of relationship do we have? Are you being polite by asking me to play a tune right off the bat?"
Only then did Yizhique understand Huo Qin's sarcastic tone. His voice turned cold, and his hands almost turned the thin thread into flowers.
"Why are you willing to sing for Princess Haizhu, but not for Wangshu?"
Huo Qin couldn't understand his irrationality: "Are you out of your mind? I played 'Partridge Flying' only because I wanted to, and I'm not playing it now because I don't want to. That's all."
What a joke! Who do you think you are, a musician? A free one at that?
Yizhique understood Huoqin's insistence and dignity, but he still refused to budge.
“You’ll want to blow it.” He tumbled down from the dead tree and landed steadily in front of Huo Qin.
"Just like you wouldn't want to know what 'One Branch of Spring' is, you wouldn't want to know if it's in the drinks at the inn."
Throughout his life, Huo Qin hated being threatened more than anything else.
Before the sparrow's words had even finished, a very faint "hiss" sound, like fabric rubbing together, rang out in the air.
He didn't even see Huo Qin draw his bow before the arrow flew right in front of him!
This arrow was so fast that it left only a blur, and so ruthless that it showed no mercy.
Huo Qin's face was expressionless; all Yizhique could see was a cold, still silence. If it weren't for that arrow, he would have thought Huo Qin would have backed down.
He had previously been able to dodge the deadly arrow only because he was well-prepared, but this time, so fast and so sudden, Yizhique could only watch helplessly as the arrow pierced his right arm, sending flesh and blood flying!
Without uttering a sound, he quickly pressed on the acupoint to stop the blood from flowing further.
Despite being rejected so harshly by Huo Qin, Yizhique showed no emotion and simply took it for granted.
"You've vented your anger, so you should agree now."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "If you feel you need money, I can give it to you."
Huo Qin: "..."
Now he's truly a musician!
Seeing that Huo Qin didn't speak, Yi Zhi Que thought he had agreed, and her voice was filled with excitement.
He turned and found Yu Wangshu's grave, and murmured to himself in front of the simple wooden plaque: "Wangshu, didn't you always want to go home? I'll have someone play a tune from your hometown for you, okay?"
"You love the sound of the flute, you'll definitely like it."
Huo Qin then realized that the sparrow had been circling around just to bring a song from its hometown to the deceased Yu Wangshu.
He said calmly, "The 'Gusu Xing' is not a tune from Yu Wangshu's hometown."
A sparrow let out a sigh, then comforted herself, "It's alright, as long as the melody is related to her hometown."
Huo Qin smiled gently: "The poem 'A Trip to Suzhou' depicts the charm of the water towns in Jiangnan, not the bustling prosperity of Chang'an."
The sparrow remained silent.
Huo Qin added insult to injury: "As expected of a Western Region person, completely ignorant of Central Plains culture."
...
While in the inn, Zhou Ziheng had already finished reading "One Hundred Solutions to Poisons of the Western Regions" behind Huo Qin and Xi Bingyi's backs.
Unfortunately, the author only touched on the subject, saying that the sparrow's "heart died," but not why it died, or what entanglement it had with Wang Shu.
For those in the mortal world who crave love, hate, and passion, this is as terrible as refusing to speak halfway through a sentence!
He had originally planned to head to Plum Blossom Manor as soon as possible, but unexpectedly, a sparrow appeared halfway there, along with a tale of love and hate, which made it difficult for him to make a decision...
With mixed feelings, Zhou Ziheng drifted off to sleep.
The next day, before dawn, Xi Bingyi banged on the door loudly, and a hurried voice came from outside:
"Eldest brother, second brother has been kidnapped by bad guys!"
Zhou Ziheng, who had just woken up and was wondering if he had lost his mind, thought: "...?"
As soon as he opened the door, even Xi Bingyi, who was saying "Something bad has happened," looked excited, showing no sign of the tension caused by Huo Qin's disappearance.
Xi Bingyi crept closer and whispered, "With Huo Qin dead, won't the Three Heroes of the Martial World become just two?"
Zhou Ziheng not only saw her eagerness to try, but also the ill intentions in her eyes.
He had no doubt that if he were to disappear one day, Xi Bingyi would stand with her hands on her hips and laugh wildly: "Great! From now on, the martial world will be mine alone!"
Zhou Ziheng: "..."
He tapped Xi Bingyi on the head and said without a word, "Let's not worry about Huo Qin for now..."
"No, I mean Hochin will be fine."
"I want to stay in Tanglin for a while, mainly to learn about the story of Yizhique and Yu Wangshu. But this will delay your return to Plum Blossom Manor."
Upon mentioning Plum Blossom Manor, Xi Bingyi's lively expression instantly darkened.
Zhou Ziheng sighed silently to himself: "Are you going to stay in Tanglin with me, or go home first?"
Xi Bingyi thought about it carefully for a while, then slowly said, "I'll go with you."
"Senior brother... please let me escape for a while."
Zhou Ziheng rubbed Xi Bingyi's head and comforted her, "How is this running away? This is called being fully prepared to face it again."
Xi Bingyi admired her senior brother's ability to spout unorthodox and twisted logic.
Thus, the two completely disregarded Hochin's opinions and quickly decided on their course of action.
Meanwhile, Huo Qin, who was still in the mass grave, had been playing the flute all night without sleep!
Because of a moment of weakness, he agreed to the request of a sparrow, but the other party took advantage of the situation and insisted that he play the sparrow until Yu Wangshu was satisfied!
No, wasn't Yu Wangshu dead?
Whenever Huo Qin gave a hard time and threatened to leave, Yizhique would instinctively learn to play the victim and play the victim, managing to keep Huo Qin there by recounting her acquaintance and friendship with Yu Wangshu.
"...I took Wangshu to appreciate the scenery of Lingnan, and showed her the snow-capped mountains and pine forests. But just when I thought we would be together forever, her family came looking for us."
The sparrow paused, looking at Huo Qin with anticipation.
—This inspiration came from the waiter.
Huo Qin couldn't take it anymore. No matter what the other party said, he was unwilling to brag anymore!
He sneered, "You can tell me your love-hate relationship with Yu Wangshu a thousand times, and I won't repeat it. You should find someone else to talk to."
Seeing that Huo Qin was really about to leave, Yizhique didn't care about anything else and quickly grabbed his arm, casually dropping a bombshell:
"I know where your father is!"
"Huo Yunfeng, your father's name is Huo Yunfeng!"
“I only met him once, but I knew that he was already terminally ill and about to die.”
Huo Qin stopped in his tracks, his body trembling slightly.
He took a deep breath: "Did he...did he say anything?"
As Yizhique watched Huo Qin's retreating figure, she slowly said:
"Kill him and take his bones."
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