Chapter 269 Lingling cries, Wang Feng is angry
After dinner, Wang Feng went to Kunshan City to take a look around, hoping to see if there was anything he needed.
Anyway, Lu Kun also gave an approximate time, so it will still be in time to go back then.
The market is quite prosperous and has a retro style. The entire market is dominated by ancient glazed tile buildings, which makes Kunshan's Magic Market gradually become a very good tourist attraction.
Even if you don't come here to buy anything, you can see foreigners everywhere.
Wang Feng and Lingling walked around for a long time, each having a string of candied haws, and ate them with gusto.
"The Asian Magic Association's latest development of magic grass can help you recover magic power faster during battle. Anyone want to try it?"
"Strange bones, three yuan per pound, ten yuan for three pounds. Strange bones, three yuan per pound, ten yuan for three pounds!!"
"Selling all kinds of beast souls! Summoning mages, come and take a look! We have all kinds of beast souls, as many as you want!"
The shouts came one after another, and the lively atmosphere really made people feel like they were walking into a prosperous ancient painting. In order to be more in line with the occasion, many vendors were also dressed in ancient costumes.
Wang Feng bit off the last candied haws, and the sweet and sour taste spread on his tongue.
He looked at the brightly lit market, where people were bustling around and the sounds of shouting, bargaining and children laughing were intertwined, like a vivid picture scroll.
"That's quite interesting." He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and gently stroked the bamboo sticks with his fingertips. "If Asuka City also had a market like this, it would probably attract a lot of tourists."
Lingling licked the candy stains on the corner of her lips, her eyes curved into crescents: "Well, I like places like this."
Wang Feng looked at his watch and it was almost time.
"Let's go," he tilted his head towards Lingling and said in a gentle voice, "It's time to check on our commissioned tasks."
"Yeah." Lingling nodded and threw the bamboo sticks into the wooden barrel on the side of the road, making a light "click" sound.
…
Wang Feng and Lingling walked back to the Lu family's mountain fortress in the moonlight. The bluestone steps glowed faintly in the moonlight.
Lu Kun had already been waiting in front of the ancient gate, his figure looking particularly slender in the light of the lantern.
"You don't look nervous at all, which is good." Seeing that Wang Feng still had the leisure to stroll around the market, Lu Kun smiled.
"Let it be. It would be great if I can win it." Wang Feng responded calmly.
As he stepped into the hall, Wang Feng keenly sensed the subtle magical fluctuations in the air.
Lu Kun acted cautiously and set up strict isolation barriers in every room.
Even the shadow mage who is best at concealment, the space mage who is most proficient in teleportation, or the sound mage who can eavesdrop on the slightest sound, would find it difficult to spy on them.
"You can use your hunter resources, but please do not tell anyone about your commission."
Lu Kun solemnly took out a roll of parchment wrapped in dark red satin from his bosom. The satin was embroidered with intricate anti-peeping runes. "Although the client is generous, he hates others prying into his private affairs."
"Don't worry, we all know the rules." Wang Feng nodded and took it. When his fingertips touched the parchment, he felt a faint magical vibration.
After Lu Kun left, Lingling couldn't wait to grab the letter of authorization and nimbly opened the seal with her slender fingers.
Wang Feng calmly poured himself a cup of tea, with steam rising from the rim of the cup.
He was not worried about the difficulty of the task. After all, with his strength, there was no commission he could not complete.
Lingling quickly scanned the content, and the expression on her face gradually froze.
From initial anticipation to shock, and finally to anger.
"Let's go, we won't accept this commission!" She threw the letter of commission to the ground and stomped on it a few times. The parchment made a dull sound on the bluestone floor.
Wang Feng immediately put down his teacup. He knew Lingling too well. To make the usually calm Lingling lose control like this, the commission must be extraordinary.
"What's wrong?" He quickly picked up the crumpled parchment.
"Someone is playing tricks on us!" Lingling's voice was filled with suppressed anger.
Wang Feng unfolded the paper, and the neat handwriting on it came into view:
"Do you believe that I am still alive somewhere?
Back then, I was chasing a monster with a red soul.
At first I thought it was just a small demon that broke into the human city, but as events related to it continued to happen, I realized that the monster with a red soul is actually quite scary!
That day, I found its trace.
I finished reading a short story to my daughter, and after she had fallen peacefully asleep, I went to the dock alone, sniffing its scent.
It is absorbing something, it is growing, it is becoming stronger!
I let it escape.
I realized that I had let loose an evil creature that could bring endless suffering to people. The speed at which it was growing terrified me!
In the future, every life it kills will be a part of my sin.
Because of my arrogance and mistakes.
I swear I'll find it.
Eradicate it completely!
In the name of the Seventh Generation Hunting King of China!"
…
Wang Feng's eyes swept across the parchment, his brow furrowing ever tighter. When he read the signature, "The Seventh Generation Hunting King of China," his fingers unconsciously tightened around the edge of the page.
He immediately understood the reason for Lingling's rage.
This is clearly a handwritten letter left by her father, King Leng Lie.
Or rather, it was a suicide note written many years ago.
"Lingling, calm down." Wang Feng's voice was very soft, and his fingertips gently smoothed the wrinkled corner of the paper. "There's more to the back."
He continued reading:
"Tonight I'm going to deal with this. I can't let this thing continue to grow. It's like Pandora's Box—I didn't open it myself, but I let it grow because of my negligence. I have to put an end to this myself.
Before setting off, I wrote this autobiography and left behind a complete Xinghai Tianmai as a reward. I have submitted this letter of authorization to the Hunter Alliance, requesting a delay in opening it.
Unknown Hunter Friend:
If you are reading this, it means I was unable to return to cancel the commission, nor was I able to destroy the demon.
Please complete this task for me.
I know that this commission is much more dangerous than the value of the Xinghai Tianmai.
But please help me finish it!"
…
Lingling had a diary in her hand. It belonged to her father. She placed it next to her pillow, never opening it, nor leaving it.
The content inside is exactly the first half of the letter of authorization.
Almost without missing a word.
And this was the first time she knew the second half of the content today.
Listening to the words Wang Feng read out, Lingling's eyes were filled with tears.
She finally understood - it was not a diary at all, but a letter of authorization drawn up by her father before the final battle with the Red Devil.
The cold hunter king had foreseen everything.
If he returns victorious, he will cancel the commission;
If he dies, this delayed commission will guide future generations to complete his unfinished work.
Now, the complete letter of authorization is in their hands.
This ending couldn't be more clear.
Wang Feng felt as if his chest was being burned by a branding iron as he watched Lingling crying silently.
Those falling tears seemed to turn into burning anger.
Red Devils?
very good.
Then he will finish it himself.
(End of this chapter)
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