Chapter 113 Scream
Chapter 113 Scream
The door to the hut where the Netherworld Messenger was imprisoned creaked open, and the Netherworld Messenger, who was curled up on the ground, couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
Although he was somewhat panicked after being arrested.
But when he heard that Bazhenlou was going to hand over the place, including him, to Qingyun Manor, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
When he heard that the person who had come was He Huai'an, the eldest son of Qingyun Manor, the Netherworld Messenger was no longer as apprehensive and cautious as before.
The door creaked open, and a familiar figure came into view.
His gentle and refined demeanor carried an air of nobility, and he was untouched by worldly dust.
Anyone who sees him will sigh in admiration. The eldest son of Qingyun Manor is outstanding in appearance, first-rate in dealing with people, and naturally exudes an air of nobility.
If it weren't for his slightly inferior physical constitution, which prevented him from mastering the superior sword techniques of Qingyun Manor, he truly would have no weaknesses.
But no one is perfect, and a person without any weaknesses will always be suspected.
Therefore, the fact that his physical constitution was somewhat lacking actually became the best barrier for his body.
“Yu Hong stays here, the rest of you stay away. I’ll interrogate him personally,” He Huai’an said calmly. “If there are too many people, he won’t feel at ease, and it won’t be easy to talk to him.”
The two disciples who were ordered by He Ping to guard the area bowed and agreed.
As autumn drew to a close and the sun grew increasingly cold, and given that they were in the mountains, and He Huai'an's health wasn't the best, it was understandable that he wore more layers than the other disciples and even put on a cloak.
Yesterday, He Lin asked him, "Young Master, why are you wearing so much? Aren't you hot?"
He smiled gently, but it was a little cold.
He Lin sighed, "Young Master, please take care to keep warm."
He just likes silly guys like He Lin; whatever role he plays, the other person's surname is the same.
Having been inexperienced in the ways of the world and having grown up in a pristine place like Qingyun Manor, they are easily overprotected.
He Ping is different.
He Ping has something on his mind, but he doesn't show it much.
That's why Huo Lianqu liked him.
Compared to He Lin, He Ping was like a hot potato.
He had considered and had contingency plans for the exposure of the affair in the Bewitching Town.
But he didn't expect that He Ping would be the first to intervene.
If it were any other disciple of Qingyun Manor, he wouldn't have gone to such great lengths, rushing here day and night, for fear that He Ping, who is shrewd yet meticulous in everything, would discover something amiss.
In particular, there were people from the Eight Treasures Pavilion there.
Although he doesn't like dealing with overly intelligent people, because overly intelligent people like to use platitudes.
But Wang Sumo is an exception.
The disciples of Qingyun Manor on duty left, and anyone who could hear the conversation from a distance was also sent away. Yu Hong said softly, "Everyone has been sent away, Young Master."
The underworld messenger on the ground seemed to struggle to get up and nod at him, but it couldn't move.
Yu Hong stepped forward and used a knife to cut the ropes binding his hands and feet.
The Netherworld Messenger breathed a sigh of relief, but it was only a sigh of relief; his expression returned to tension, and there was fear in his tension: "Young Master..."
He Huai'an gave a soft "hmm" and walked forward, taking off his cloak as he did so.
There's no one around anymore, so I don't need to pretend anymore.
Yu Hong stepped forward, took the cloak from his hand, and waited respectfully to the side.
“I don’t like smart people, but Wang Sumo is an exception, because Wang Sumo only uses her intelligence on things that interest her.” He Huai’an’s mention of this name made the Netherworld Messenger a little confused, but he quickly realized who it was.
But, does the eldest son know Wang Sumo?
Why bring up Wang Sumo at this time?
He Huai'an remained calm. Regardless of whether the Netherworld Messenger was listening or what he was thinking, He Huai'an spoke with emotion: "The only things that interest her are food and people who like to eat her food. Apart from that, even the best martial arts manuals, trivial matters of the martial world, or even disaster relief grains have little to do with her."
Messenger of the Underworld: "..."
The messenger of the underworld didn't know why he brought this up, but he didn't dare to interrupt.
He Huai'an continued walking, saying, "Who says someone like this isn't insightful?"
"I've lived long enough, and I've seen enough of the treachery and backstabbing in the martial world, the endless pursuit of fame and fortune. Even He Wenxue, even if he wasn't just after fame and fortune, and genuinely possessed a certain pride and integrity, couldn't escape the desire to leave a mark on the martial world, and was tainted by the ambition to wield power and influence. Only this Eight Treasures Pavilion, like a small boat, braves the storms and currents in the martial world, and drifts along in calm waters..."
"Tell me, what kind of people like this kind of person the most?" After He Huai'an finished speaking, he turned back to look at him and gently hummed in agreement.
But that casual "hmm" sent chills down the spine of the Netherworld Messenger.
Having served the eldest son for so long, I know his temperament best.
It's as if someone who has lived long enough has no emotional fluctuations most of the time, so such a sound indicates displeasure.
"Young Master, I know I was wrong!" The Netherworld Messenger was terrified.
He Huai'an glanced at him with disappointment, but only for a moment.
Because I've seen enough, I know what kind of people I can give opportunities to, and what kind of people I don't need to give opportunities to.
He was disappointed because he already knew what kind of person he was, so why did he still take the chance to give him such an important place as the Bewitching Town?
It turned out that Bazhenlou had shown signs of heading this way long ago, but he was afraid of being scolded and didn't report it. Instead, he concealed it and secretly sent the Eagle Gate to surround and intercept them, hoping to make Bazhenlou back down. However, this backfired and indirectly forced Bazhenlou onto the road to Mihun Town, causing such a big mess later on...
If it weren't for the fact that this person's father had been so loyal to one person before.
He would give his life for him.
He won't give someone like that another chance.
In the end, he shot himself in the foot.
There are two types of people: those who are born smart and those who become smart later in life.
Innate intelligence is certainly enviable, but acquired intelligence comes from living long enough to encounter all these pitfalls. Whether you've stepped on them or avoided them, you've experienced them all, so you won't make the same mistakes repeatedly. You're also careful enough to get to where you are today.
Otherwise, even if you live a long life, you'll just be a monk who rings the bell every day, and you won't grow any brains.
He Huai'an sighed softly: "People like this are the most favored by the respected elders of the martial arts world. Guan Qu, the Cloud-Piercing Mountain-Severing Hand; Yu Daozi of the Xuanji Sect; He Wenxue of Qingyun Manor; Gui Jianchou Weng of Zhenhu Division; oh, and the Divine Physician Fang Rushi; Chief Escort Yang of Jinwei Escort Agency..."
He Huai'an looked at him: "Whether you can count them all or not, many of those who have had contact with Wang Sumo like her and treat her as a close junior in the martial arts world. Because she possesses the magnanimity they desire, the original aspirations that are often overlooked behind their pursuit of fame and fortune, and the ability to avoid putting them in a dilemma because of interests. This kind of friendship, despite the age gap, is sometimes even closer than that between one's own disciples. Why would you provoke her?"
The messenger from the underworld was stunned.
He Huai'an slowly took off his gloves.
Yu Hong accepted it.
He Huai'an flexed his fingers slightly, and the Kunlun thumb ring in his hand shone brightly in the dim light. The Netherworld Messenger stared at the thumb ring, slightly lost in thought.
He Huai'an continued: "There is a gatekeeper in the Eight Treasures Pavilion, Weng He, and that Eight Treasures Pavilion itself. It was made by Yu Daozi of the Xuanji Sect. Yu Daozi spent five years in seclusion to build such an Eight Treasures Pavilion. Do you think it was just for looks and fun?"
At this point, He Huai'an's eyes flashed with a cold light: "If you have even a shred of respect, just send someone to tell me, and I will have a thousand ways to prevent the Eight Treasures Pavilion from passing through the Bewitching Town, or to make it pass through the Bewitching Town safely, without lingering for a moment and causing any trouble."
"It was your stubbornness and arrogance that ruined the entire layout of Bewitching Town, you say..."
Before He Huai'an could finish speaking, the other party interrupted, "Young Master, spare my life! I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please, Young Master, for my father's sake, give me another chance! Please, Young Master, give me another chance!"
The other person suddenly kowtowed to him.
Yu Hong probably tried to stop him, but he couldn't because the other person came too fast and still fell down, leaving a large bruise on his forehead. He Huai'an frowned.
But Yu Hong knocked the man down so that he had no chance to kowtow.
He Huai'an: "I gave you a chance. If it weren't for the fact that your father risked his life to retrieve this Kunlun thumb ring for me, you would have died long ago and wouldn't be alive today."
The messenger from the underworld was terrified: "Young Master, please allow me to atone for my sins with my merits! I will certainly handle other important matters well to make up for my sins, Young Master!"
As soon as He Huai'an finished speaking, Yu Hong reached out and covered his mouth tightly.
The messenger from the underworld looked at him in horror.
He Huai'an shook his head in disappointment: "You're really not smart enough. There are people from Qingyun Manor all around here. Are you saying you'll atone for your sins by talking so loudly because you're afraid I won't be exposed soon enough?"
The messenger from the underworld froze.
He Huai'an glanced at Yu Hong, and the Netherworld Messenger recognized that look—it meant he was done for.
The messenger of the underworld angrily bit Yu Hong.
Yu Hong was in pain and finally couldn't cover his mouth anymore.
The Netherworld Messenger struggled free and snatched the sword from Yu Hong's hand, pointing it directly at He Huai'an: "It's you! You told my father that as long as you had the Kunlun Ring, you could find the way to immortality and share it with him. He trusted you so much! He treated you like a brother! He even gave his life for you! And yet you want to take my life! In your eyes all these years, what difference is there between me and a dog!"
He Huai'an glanced at him indifferently and said calmly, "A dog you raise won't bite you."
"You?" The Netherworld Messenger suddenly noticed his indifferent gaze.
The messenger of the underworld quickly said, "I have written everything down in a letter and given it to someone I trust. If I die, he will make it public! Then we will die together."
He Huai'an took out a copper coin from his sleeve: "Is this the owner of this?"
When the messenger of the underworld saw the copper coin in He Huai'an's hand, despair filled his eyes!
He Huai'an shook his head again: "I've told you, you're not smart enough. I've given you many chances, but you insisted on going down the path of death, so I won't stop you. Go to your father's grave and apologize to him."
"He Huai'an! No! You old..." Before the Netherworld Messenger could finish speaking, a sword pierced through his chest.
The excruciating pain made him look down and see the hole from which blood was dripping.
He Huai'an spoke calmly, as if delivering a final eulogy: "I asked you to put the disaster relief grain here because someone in the court wanted it. If you don't go along with the corrupt practices, you won't be considered one of us. But that doesn't mean I want this insignificant disaster relief grain. It's just a drop in the ocean. Is it worth taking such a risk for you? You're unlikely to amount to anything. Keeping it around will only bring trouble. Your father will understand that too."
The messenger of the underworld stared at him in disbelief.
He Huai'an continued, "I never intended to break my promise to your father, but the Marrow Cleansing technique depends too much on a person's physique and luck. There are too many things to verify. I promised your father, so I dared not let you use it. It's a pity you can't hold your breath. Since that's the case, keeping you around will only cause trouble one day. You go first and give my regards to your father."
"You!" The Netherworld Messenger exhaled one last breath. Yu Hong sheathed his sword, and the other party collapsed to the ground with a "thud."
"Clean up the mess properly," He Huai'an instructed.
Yu Honggang was about to respond.
Suddenly, a creaking sound came from the roof; it was the sound of someone stepping on the roof tiles.
He Huai'an's gaze suddenly sharpened, and Yu Hong also became alert.
There shouldn't be anyone around!
He Huai'an gave Yu Hong a meaningful look, and Yu Hong understood.
He Lin wanted to lie still, but he was terrified, terrified...
He came here to catch birds, and the rooftop was just big enough for him to reach them, but as soon as he arrived, he saw that the guards on duty had been sent away!
He saw Yu Hong.
Yu Hong was a servant of the eldest son, and fearing punishment, he could only secretly lie on the innermost tile without making a sound.
Who knew I'd hear all this!
He remembered what his senior brother had said: when encountering danger, don't panic, don't move, calm down for a moment, there will definitely be a way.
He took a deep breath and kept lying down.
But just now, just now, a small snake swam towards him.
He recalled that his senior brother had led people to drive away snakes in Dongli earlier that day; some snakes did scatter, but none of them posed a danger.
But right now!
Why did this happen at such a bad time!
He suddenly regretted not listening to his senior brother. His senior brother was the best person in the world. He had gone with his senior brother, but he didn't. He was playful and angered his senior brother. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here!
He couldn't resist and moved slightly when the snake crawled over.
But to everyone's surprise, this movement caused a "creaking" sound from beneath him.
Oh no!
He Qingque was stunned!
He had actually been stunned for a while, but he remembered his senior brother's advice to stay calm. But now, seeing Yu Hong on the roof and appear in front of him, He Qingque gasped: "Senior Brother Yu Hong..."
Yu Hong looked at him, and for a moment, the expression on his face was "How come it's you?"
He Qingque turned and ran, but where could she escape?
Yu Hong somersaulted forward, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him into the house.
"Ah!!" He Lin screamed!
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In the distance, He Ping seemed to hear He Lin's voice, but such a tragic sound didn't sound like something He Lin would make.
"Did you hear that?" He Ping asked.
The other fellow disciples around him shook their heads, it seemed like no one...
It was too noisy around. I had been tiring all day chasing snakes and looking for those strange people, so I was really exhausted.
One of them whispered, "I...I heard it, Senior Brother, but...but I don't know if it was Junior Brother He Lin's..."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Ping felt a sudden chill.
It's in the direction of one li to the east!
He Ping turned around, sword in hand!
[Author's Note]
See you tomorrow, probably not tonight, I'll try again tonight.
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