Chapter 425 Zhuo Yu's Self-Torture Scheme

Uncle Zhao looked around anxiously and asked, "What's going on? Aqiang and Jingji haven't come back yet? Is there something wrong?"

A light flashed in Zhuo Yu's eyes, and he wondered if A Qiang had already dealt with Jing Ji and the others.

After all, Uncle Zhao wanted to stay until the last one because he was afraid of accidents.

"I didn't hear any special sounds, so it shouldn't be that bad. Maybe he hasn't come out yet. Let's go and wait over there." Zhuo Yu pointed to the place they had agreed on in front of them.

Although Uncle Zhao was worried, if something happened to his son, there would definitely be some noise. After all, his son was quite strong, so it was impossible for him to not make any sound at all.

He and Zhuo Yu arrived at the waiting place, which was a triangular intersection in an alley, and also the place where Zhuo Yu and Jun Huolan left their marks.

As soon as he reached the eaves next to him, Zhuo Yu knew that Jun Huolan was already in the dark. It was an intuition.

Uncle Zhao didn't know this because he was so worried about his son that he never imagined that someone was trying to ambush him in the dark.

Zhuo Yu walked up to Uncle Zhao and said, "Uncle Zhao, don't worry, Aqiang will be fine. Jing Ji hasn't come back yet."

Uncle Zhao was looking at the farm opposite and was not on guard against Zhuo Yu approaching.

A sharp dagger slid down from Zhuo Yu's sleeve, and just as Uncle Zhao opened his mouth to speak, it suddenly stabbed into Uncle Zhao's left waist.

Then followed with a slap.

Uncle Zhao reacted suddenly and found himself knocked to the ground. He immediately covered his waist and looked at Zhuo Yu in disbelief.

"Young Master, you, you..." Uncle Zhao's eyes were filled with fear, and two people walked out from the dark.

There were two men wearing black masks, but he somehow felt that they looked familiar.

"Uncle Zhao, is my name Chen Yunci correct?" Zhuo Yu asked while pointing his long sword at Uncle Zhao's throat.

Xu Haoqin took off Uncle Zhao’s mask directly, and his expression could be seen clearly.

"Master, you, you know everything?"

"Is my adoptive father planning to keep this a secret from me forever? He killed my entire family, yet he still acted like a good guy and raised me. Is he a good guy or a bad guy to me?" Zhuo Yu sneered.

Blood was flowing from Uncle Zhao's hands and onto the ground, and his old face slowly turned pale.

"So the young master already knew about it. Then Uncle Zhou, Uncle Sun and the others..."

"Yes, I killed them all. Back then, the four of you followed my adoptive father to wipe out my father Chen Tianlu's lineage. Did you really think that no one would know? Would you guys always manipulate me?"

There was a tremor in Zhuo Yu's voice. After all, he didn't dare to think about such a cruel thing as his entire family being wiped out.

"Master..." Uncle Zhao was speechless, "Where is Aqiang, my Aqiang."

"Since you have taken care of me for many years, I will let Aqiang reunite with you." Zhuo Yu said.

Uncle Zhao's face turned even paler, and then he became listless, with tears streaming down his face.

"Retribution, it's retribution." He muttered to himself, then looked at Jun Huolan and Xu Haoqin.

There was a questioning look in his eyes, wanting to know who they were.

Jun Huolan pulled down his mask. Uncle Zhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

"Young Master, just kill him. This is the retribution for what I did to you, the old slave. It's time to return him to your family." Uncle Zhao was very nonchalant.

"Uncle Zhao, have a safe trip. I will ask my adoptive father to come down and accompany you soon." After Zhuo Yu said this, he pierced his throat with a sword.

His whole body aura became even colder.

Jing Ji came over carrying A Qiang's body, his hands were bleeding.

"Are you injured?" Zhuo Yu looked over and asked anxiously.

Jing Ji immediately said, "Master, I'm fine, just a minor injury."

Jun Huolan looked at Uncle Zhao's body, then looked at Zhuo Yu and said, "It might be a little deep. I'm sorry to have to trouble you."

Zhuo Yu smiled dumbly and said, "What's the grievance? Go ahead."

Jun Huolan raised his sword and slashed Zhuo Yu's back. Zhuo Yu groaned instantly, his clothes on his back tore, and blood spurted out.

Xu Haoqin immediately took the medicine bottle and poured it on the wound, and the bleeding stopped.

"You are so cruel." Xu Haoqin looked at Jun Huolan, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Don't be too ruthless. Zhuo Hongli is not that easy to fool. Jing Ji, take good care of your young master when you go back."

Jing Ji nodded, and Zhuo Yu said, "I'll carry Uncle Zhao, Jing Ji, you carry A Qiang."

"Mr. Zhuo, I'll carry the person to the vicinity of Wanyao Pavilion and then give him to you." Long San came out and said.

After some discussion, Zhuo Yu and the other two took the two bodies back first, while Jun Huolan and Xu Haoqin sneaked into the farm to clean up the aftermath.

Mo Yunzhu was woken up by Chang Teng in the morning.

"Miss, something bad has happened!" Chang Teng acted seriously.

"What happened?" Mo Yunzhu wanted to laugh.

"Master Zhuo asked you to go and see Young Master. Young Master has a high fever."

"What! Right away." Mo Yunzhu immediately ran out with the silver needle bag.

Soon we arrived at the Snow Region Pavilion, where many people were coming and going.

Zhuo Hongli's old face was dark and filled with anxiety. He was kneeling on the side with a cloth bandaged on his injured arm, looking very haggard.

"Hey, what happened, Uncle Zhuo!" Mo Yunzhu ran in hurriedly and shouted.

"Yunzhu, please go and check on Yuer. His injuries are quite serious and he has a high fever." Zhuo Hong immediately made way.

He waited until three o'clock in the morning before Zhuo Yu came back.

When they came back, Zhuo Yu was carrying the stiff Uncle Zhao, and Jing Ji was carrying the breathless A Qiang.

As soon as he arrived in front of him, Zhuo Yu put Uncle Zhao down, fell to the ground and fainted.

Zhuo Hongli was shocked at first, but when he saw the deep sword marks on Zhuo Yu's back, he immediately became nervous.

He didn't care about Uncle Zhao and his son, and hurriedly cleaned his wound himself, and then asked Jing Ji.

Jing Ji was actually seriously injured and could not lift his left hand. Zhuo Hongli saw that he was stabbed with a sword.

It was really Aqiang who stabbed Jingjie with the sword. He wanted to launch a sneak attack on Aqiang.

It did hit Aqiang's heart, but he didn't expect that Aqiang also had a dagger, which stabbed him directly. If he hadn't blocked it with his arm, they might have died together.

Zhuo Hongli also treated Jing Ji's wounds, and then asked about everything. Finally, Jing Ji said that he failed to protect Zhuo Yu, and knelt aside to atone his sins.

Zhuo Hongli sat beside Zhuo Yu's bed until dawn. He just couldn't understand how Uncle Zhao would die, and how Song Gou's gang had so many masters.

Even if he had the worst plan, he felt that Uncle Zhao would definitely come back alive.

Jing Ji said that Uncle Zhao went to check on the unconscious secret guards, but one of them was not unconscious and suddenly attacked, causing Uncle Zhao to be stabbed in the waist.

A fierce battle ensued, and Uncle Zhao bled too much, but he also had to protect the young master from leaving, and was eventually stabbed in the heart and died.

Zhuo Hongli was really heartbroken and found it hard to accept.

The guards and old servants around him all left him, making him feel bored all of a sudden, but at the same time, his hatred towards Song Qian reached its peak.

Fortunately, all the secret guards in the farm over there have been dealt with, but the cost was quite high.

Mo Yunzhu touched Zhuo Yu's forehead and found it was indeed terribly hot.

He was lying prone, and when he opened the quilt, he saw a sword mark half an arm long. The flesh was turned inside out, looking very hideous.