Chapter 108 Explosion
Chapter 108 Explosion
The Netherworld Messenger gritted his teeth and struggled, but in the current martial arts world, very few people could escape from Zhao Tong's grasp.
Seeing Zhao Tong reach out to him, the Netherworld Messenger was helpless, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He threatened, "The gunpowder in the Bewitching Town Palace is about to explode. Alliance Leader Zhao, there's no need for us to clash."
The messenger of the underworld felt that he hadn't been too subtle in his words.
The secrets of the Enchanted Town must not be revealed.
Once the truth about Bewitching Town is exposed, it must be destroyed; there is no doubt about that.
He was the only one who knew the terrain of Bewitching Town best. The gunpowder was about to explode, and he could take him away with him. The other party should be grateful!
But Zhao Tong seemed to have no intention of paying attention to him at all. Instead, he reached out and removed the white smiling mask covering his face.
The expression on the Netherworld Messenger's face froze instantly.
Zhao Tong looked at the unfamiliar and ordinary face, searched his memory, and confirmed that he had never seen him anywhere else.
"Old man."
Just then, Zhao Tong called out to the old man and the others as they stepped forward.
After a night of thrills and suspense, Wang Sumo and the others breathed a sigh of relief to see Zhao Tong safe and sound.
Actually, the person who least expected to suddenly appear here was Zhao Tong.
"Brother Zhao, how did you know?" Wang Sumo asked softly.
Zhao Tong: "It's a long story. Let the old man take a look first and see if this is the person he's looking for."
Although they hadn't known the old man for long, those who knew him well understood his temperament. He wouldn't come to Bewildering Town without a reason. Zhao Yu had previously spoken privately with Zhao Tong about the Kunlun Ring. There was news of the Kunlun Ring in Bewildering Town…
The old man stepped forward, and the Netherworld Messenger struggled again at Zhao Tong's feet, but to no avail.
The old man examined the unfamiliar yet ordinary face behind the mask even more closely than Zhao Tong, going so far as to check if the other person was blushing, if there was another layer of human skin mask on their face, or if there were obvious signs of sweating.
A strange suspicion welled up in the mind of the Netherworld Messenger—could it be that the other party knew...?
The old man continued to reach out and pull open his sleeve.
There were no stitches or wounds on her wrist—it wasn't the person Zhu Yu and Gu Lianyong had mentioned.
The old man was somewhat disheartened.
He chased them all the way here, going in circles, and even lost Gu Lianyong's life along the way, but the person behind the mask wasn't the one he was looking for...
However, the old man did not completely dismiss his doubts.
Another possibility is that the martial arts technique carved on the walls of the underground palace might have changed its appearance if the person who held the Kunlun thumb ring ten years ago had mastered it!
Gu Lianyong had seen some of the people in the underground palace who were used to test their skills successfully master them; their complexions changed, and they were no different from ordinary people!
Whether he is or not, even if he isn't, we can still find the person with the Kunlun thumb ring by following the clues from him!
Moreover, there should be clues not only about the Kunlun ring, but also about the entire scheme laid out in the Bewitching Town.
Just then, Weng He whispered a reminder to Ju: "If you can't get any information out of him for now, take the men and leave. He said the gunpowder on the ground has already been ignited, so it's not safe to stay here any longer."
Grandpa Weng is of sound mind.
"Seal his acupoints," Old Master Weng said to Zhao Tong. Zhao Tong did as he was told, sealing his acupoints to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.
With his acupoints sealed, the Netherworld Messenger was completely immobilized, except for his eyes.
“But he’s the only one who can lead the way here. If we seal his acupoints, we’ll be stuck without anyone to guide us, and we probably won’t be able to get out anytime soon,” Jiang Yutang warned.
“If we don’t seal his acupoints, he probably won’t tell us either…” Wang Sumo shrugged helplessly, and then everyone followed Wang Sumo’s gaze to look at the Netherworld Messenger.
Sure enough, the other party gave him a cold look—
Dream on!
Wang Sumo was right after all.
“Gu Lianyong did say that there were explosives buried under the underground palace. Now that the truth has come out, they will definitely blow it up.” Old Master Weng had no doubt.
Sure enough, everyone looked at the Netherworld Messenger.
The messenger of the underworld wore an expression of righteous indignation, as if saying, "At worst, we'll all die together."
Everyone: "..."
Zhao Tong said, "On the way here, I killed the Five Poisons Sect's people in charge of guarding the gunpowder and ignition. I've already cut off the supply. Fatty is checking to make sure nothing was missed."
Everyone around looked at Zhao Tong with surprise, but seeing his calm and confident expression, they all knew that if there was only one person in the Eight Treasures Pavilion who wouldn't lie, then that person could only be Zhao Tong!
Therefore, after Zhao Tong finished speaking, no one around him doubted him, except for the Netherworld Messenger: !!
The messenger of the underworld rolled his eyes.
Grandpa Weng suggested, "Why don't we gouge out those eyes?"
Messenger of the Underworld: !!!
Jiang Yutang: "I have no objection."
Wang Sumo: "I think it's good. Brother Zhao's knife skills are still the best, clean and neat."
The messenger of the underworld nearly popped his eyes out.
He reached out and released the pressure point that had rendered the old man mute.
In situations like this, people are usually either terrified and at a loss for what to do, or so angry they're practically fuming!
In either case, what you say at this time will be extremely valuable.
The other party scoffed: "You think the gunpowder beneath Bewitching Town is so simple?"
Since he didn't say anything of value, I reached out to the old man, ready to re-press the acupoint that silences him!
The other party quickly replied, "You're like a frog in a well! The gunpowder in Bewitching Town has multiple fuses. Once one of them is lit, even if all the fuses in East Second Mile are extinguished, it won't stop!"
"What do you mean?" Zhao Tong frowned.
The other party couldn't help but scoff: "Such a large bewitching town, such a huge undertaking, hiding so many secrets, how could you possibly leave no way out when you're eliminating it?"
The other party sneered again: "Below Dongli, except for Dongerli, every other li is buried underground with fuses. As long as one fuse is lit, the mechanism in the underground palace will automatically ignite all the other fuses. As long as even one fuse is not cut off, the gunpowder buried in Dongerli will be enough to blow this place to smithereens, and you won't leave anything behind!"
The other person was probably enjoying the conversation when he suddenly burst into loud, incoherent laughter.
It's as if they're laughing at their fate, which is nothing more than being blown to pieces here!
"Since the Bewitching Town has been exposed and not completely wiped out, I'm going to die anyway. Now that so many of you are going to die with me, it doesn't seem like a bad deal!"
"You can't escape! In such a short time, no one can escape! Hahahaha!" The Netherworld Messenger laughed loudly. His ghostly laughter had only filled the entire mountain for a moment when the old man pressed the mute acupoint again, bringing him to an abrupt halt.
"Not a single useful word came out," the old man said in a deep voice.
“No, not really…” Wang Sumo said seriously, “He just said that since the Bewitching Town has been exposed and not cleaned up, he will definitely die anyway—which means there is someone behind it all. He’s just a black glove, doing things for someone else.”
After Wang Sumo finished speaking, everyone around him suddenly realized what was going on.
The messenger from the underworld was also stunned. Too much talk leads to mistakes; he had been careless.
However, the messenger of the underworld gave another sneer—it doesn't matter anymore anyway!
Zhao Tong picked him up, and the fat man came out of the machine just then: "Boss, we've checked everything, the fuses under East Second Lane are all out."
"Let's go!" Zhao Tong's expression did not show any relief.
Everyone quickly boarded the carriage, including the bewildered fat man.
The fuses had already been extinguished, but the fat man didn't understand why everyone still had such serious expressions.
"Fatty, how much longer until we get out of here?" Zhao Tong's tone was unusually tense.
The madman didn't seem to be lying, but they couldn't just sit and wait to die; they had to take a gamble.
"I heard from the Five Poisons Sect that if we can get two miles to the east, we can leave the Bewitching Town in half an hour!" the fat man confirmed.
Half an hour...
Everyone looked at the Netherworld Messenger on the floor, whose eyes were filled with even more mockery—in just a quarter of an hour, the Bewitching Town would have been blown to smithereens!
"Giddy up!" The old man cracked the whip without delay.
"Fatty, do you know the way?" Zhao Tong asked again.
This time, the fat man shook his head; he truly didn't know anything beyond two miles to the east...
"Hold on tight." This time, Zhao Tong reminded him calmly.
The fat man didn't know why, but the hero had given the order, so he held on tightly.
Everyone in the carriage looked serious.
If what the Underworld Messenger said is true, the gunpowder will definitely explode within two quarters of an hour. Half of the entire East Second Lane is filled with gunpowder, enough to blow up the Bewitching Town twice!
If they can't escape from Bazhenlou, they will indeed all be reduced to ashes here.
But Wang Sumo's gaze remained fixed on the empty space behind the carriage.
Even if Bazhenlou manages to escape, Bai Cen is still in Mihun Town.
If the gunpowder explodes, even if they manage to get out, Bai Cen won't be able to...
Wang Sumo's gaze remained fixed on the back of the carriage for a long time.
All she could think of was Bai Cen snatching the torch and letting them go first; in the secret passage of Liu Village, when Old Liu lit the torch and she saw him reaching out to shield her in the darkness; and when she was washing the pots and pans while he washed the dishes beside her, muttering to himself; and when he told her not to worry, that he would be there to protect the Eight Treasures Restaurant and would step forward if there was any danger...
Wang Sumo inexplicably reached out and gently touched her lips.
It seems they've already forgotten that they might not even escape the Bewitching Town. What's on their minds is Bai Cen lifting "Wei Wu" high in the air, startling "Wei Wu," and then him getting peed on by "Wei Wu"...
Wang Sumo clenched her fingers into her palm, recalling the words—"Boss, you can't tease your employees like that! Winter is almost here, and we haven't even planted the winter spinach yet! I've made room for everything, given away the soil, and even pried that huge flowerpot from the old man's place!"
Wang Sumo covered her nose and mouth with her hands, closed her eyes, and a misty feeling rose in her eyes.
Time passed slowly, and everyone knew that the final moment was approaching!
The east mile is just ahead, but it's very likely that we won't be able to get out of this mile...
The Netherworld Messenger was also uneasy. Something was wrong. It had been so long. It shouldn't have exploded by now. How could this be?
Could it be...?
To everyone's surprise, a huge explosion was heard in front of the carriage.
Everyone was sweating bullets.
The sudden explosion caused the old man to instinctively tighten the reins, bringing the entire carriage to a stop.
The explosion just now brought everyone back to their senses. What the Netherworld Messenger said was true; the explosives buried under the Bewitching Town had begun to detonate one after another!
Although the old man subconsciously tightened the reins to stop the carriage.
But she closed her eyes.
With so much explosives piled up, if it were to explode, it would definitely be a series of explosions; it wouldn't be able to stop.
Not just the old man, everyone was like that. The fat man covered his ears in panic and screamed in fright!
But the expected series of explosions didn't come. Instead, a familiar yet excited sound came from a little further away—
"See? I told you this place could be blown up! Do you believe me now?"
Is that Bai Cen's voice?
To everyone's surprise, on the blasted road ahead, a rock was overturned, and someone crawled out from underground in a disheveled state, his face covered in dust and dirt. He looked exhausted after finally getting up and simply put his arms on the road to catch his breath. "Hey, I really can't crawl anymore, can you help me out?"
Down below, Duan Wuheng said irritably, "Weren't you running really fast just now? Why are you so tired now?!"
Bai Cen said leisurely, "I already said there's a time limit. If you've finished the water, you're out of energy. Can you help me out...?"
Just as Bai Cen finished speaking, he seemed to realize something and looked up ahead. What else could that eight-horse carriage be but the Eight Treasures Pavilion?!
Who else could it be but the old man driving the carriage?
Bai Cen paused, then burst into tears: "Grandpa~ you scared me to death!"
[Author's Note]
Bai Cen: Thanks for the invitation. There are always two fast ones that will be able to extinguish all the fuses between East Ninth Mile and East Second Mile...
Duan Wuheng: We were having a race to see who was faster! [shy]
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