Zhao Rui saw that Sheng Wenjin had killed all his men in no time, and that his moves were strange and unlike those of an ordinary person.
How could Sheng Wenjin, who had been in a coma for two years, suddenly have mastered such powerful techniques?
Could it be that the person before me is not the real Sheng Wenjin?
Which vengeful ghost possessed him?
Zhao Rui swallowed nervously, his voice trembling as he asked, "You...you...who exactly are you?"
"Me? Of course I'm Sheng Wenjin, who else do you think I am?"
Sheng Wenjin stood in front of Zhao Rui, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"Yes! Yes! You are Sheng Wenjin, of course you are Sheng Wenjin. Who else could you be but Sheng Wenjin?"
Zhao Rui quickly nodded in agreement.
He was afraid that the other party would find out that he had seen through his true identity and then kill him.
"Hehehe..."
Sheng Wenjin naturally knew what Zhao Rui was thinking. In fact, he revealed his supernatural power to make Zhao Rui afraid of him, the kind of fear that makes him feel powerless, so that he could submit to him.
The most beloved grandson of the Marquis of Boyang, and the Empress's nephew, this identity should be very useful.
"Alright, I won't kill you, but you have to tell me everything that happened that day. After you knocked me unconscious, did you encounter anyone in the alley?"
Sheng Wenjin's memory of that day is incomplete, but he vaguely remembers that he was beaten up that day, and then the person who beat him up saw him bleeding from the head and fainting on the ground, and then hurriedly ran away.
He was not unconscious for long. After the person left, he staggered home.
He was struck on the back with a club at his doorstep, which led to his death.
Therefore, it was not Zhao Rui who killed him; someone else killed him.
Moreover, that person possesses extraordinary abilities, capable of deceiving the heavens and altering his fate in this life.
"No! The alley was deserted that day!"
Zhao Rui recalled the situation at the time and said with certainty.
"Once you're out of the alley, did you see anyone suspicious?"
Sheng Wenjin continued to ask.
"Suspicious person? There really is one."
Zhao Rui pondered for a while before saying:
"Back then, Sheng Wenjin... oh! no... I mean you! You became famous at the poetry gathering, and I was jealous, so I wanted to teach you a lesson in this alley. But when I was about to make my move, one of my men accidentally hit you on the head."
I saw a lot of blood flowing from your head and thought you were dead. Fearing legal trouble, I ran away as fast as I could.
"When I ran out of the alley, a monk passed by. He even glanced into the alley."
I was so scared that I threatened him and ran away.
As I ran, I was afraid the monk would report me to the authorities, so I glanced back at him.
He left without any expression on his face.
I was also puzzled. Monks are generally compassionate, and if a monk were to encounter such a situation, he would usually check to see if the person could still be saved, or call for help.
The monk then left without doing anything, which was quite strange.
"Strange?" Sheng Wenjin raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's strange about it? Didn't you warn him? It's normal that he's afraid of getting into trouble and doesn't want to get involved!"
"The strange thing about the monk is his indifference and apathy in the face of bloodshed."
Generally speaking, monks are compassionate, and when faced with a life-threatening situation, they will at least show some concern or try to seek help. Even if a monk is afraid of causing trouble, he will recite a Buddhist chant and then leave reluctantly.
However, the monk merely glanced at it expressionlessly before leaving. He exuded a chilling aura, an aura that seemed utterly incongruous on a monk.
Zhao Rui still felt a lingering fear when he recalled the scene.
When he warned the monk, the monk gave him a cold glance.
His gaze was as if he were looking at an ant, filled with arrogance and contempt.
Moreover, as soon as he got close to the monk, he felt a chilling sensation that sent shivers down his spine.
"A monk? Do you still remember what a monk looks like?"
Sheng Wenjin asked.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui frowned and tried hard to recall, but after a long while, he shook his head.
"I don't remember very clearly. I was very scared at the time, and my mind was in a mess. If that monk hadn't been so strange, I wouldn't even remember that such a person ever appeared. I... I really can't remember."
After hearing this, Sheng Wenjin nodded, looked at Zhao Rui, and slightly curled his lips:
"You kept me in a coma for a year, I think we need to settle this score!"
"How...how...how is this calculated?"
Zhao Rui was terrified, and asked in a trembling voice.
"Did you break my head back then?"
Sheng Wenjin stared at him and asked, word by word.
Zhao Rui's face turned deathly pale: "No! It wasn't me, it was the guy with the knife in his butt, he hit him!"
Zhao Rui pointed to the servant lying to the side, a knife still stuck in the servant's buttocks.
The setting sun cast its last rays upon the blade, giving it a chilling glow.
The servant's trousers were covered in blood, and more blood was slowly oozing from the wound.
"Oh! It's him! Then let him beat you up too. I don't ask for much, just beat him up like I did back then!"
Sheng Wenjin's lips curled into a wicked and cruel smile.
Zhao Rui's legs went weak upon hearing this; if he hadn't been frozen in place, he probably would have collapsed from fright.
this……
Could it be that they want to kill him and then have the ghost of his servants beat him up?
"Him? But he's dead! How could he possibly beat me up? Waaah... Spare me! Great hero, please spare me! As long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to be your slave!"
"Who said he's dead?"
As Sheng Wenjin spoke, he waved his hand, and all of Zhao Rui's men opened their eyes.
As soon as they regained consciousness, they all knelt down in front of Sheng Wenjin with a thud.
"Spare me! Great Immortal, spare me!"
"Spare us, Great Immortal! We will never dare to do it again!"
"Yes! Yes... Please, spare us!"
God knows how scared they were just now; they almost thought they were going to die.
The man before them was terrifying. With a mere wave of his hand, he ripped their souls from their bodies and imprisoned them beside them.
They witnessed everything that happened.
This person is too powerful, so powerful that they don't seem like a human being.
We can't afford to mess with them! We really can't afford to mess with them!
"Don't worry, I won't kill you! You, come here!"
Sheng Wenjin pointed at the man with a knife stuck in his buttocks.
The man was in excruciating pain and unable to stand up because of the knife stuck in his buttocks.
Seeing Sheng Wenjin pointing at him, he dared not move.
He gritted his teeth, pulled the knife out abruptly, and then, supporting himself, dragged his right leg as he slowly walked over.
"Heh...that's quite a ruthless person! Quite a..."
Just as Sheng Wenjin was about to say that this person was bolder than his master, he smelled a strange odor.
The man walked slowly toward them, leaving a long trail of water behind him.
I was so scared I peed myself...
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