Chapter 49
Nie Wuhen was quite familiar with Zhao Ying. To be precise, he was his study partner at the time. His cousin Song Ciwei fought desperately to cut a bloody path for him and his mother to escape. It was Zhao Ying who told that person everything, leading to their arrest. Nineteen years passed in a flash, and when the children met each other, they did not know each other. Instead, they asked each other cautiously, "Who are you?"
Nie Wuhen didn't want to explain, he just said: "Is this how you treat the people of Shangjing City?"
Shangjing City was the richest place in the Great Yan Kingdom and also its capital. When it was at its most prosperous, the country produced a lot of grain that was shipped to all parts of the world. Every household had surplus food, and there were schools and private academies everywhere. But now it is like purgatory.
This is a place that has not been ravaged by war. What about those places that have been torn apart by war? I am afraid that people will suffer even more and even death will be a luxury.
Zhao Ying sneered. He took the whip that the servant had wiped clean and rolled it up bit by bit, saying arrogantly: "The emperor doesn't care, who do you think you are, and how dare you ask these questions?"
Nie Wuhen lowered his brows.
"General Jinghong is dead, Marquis Wu'an has rebelled, and the Great Yan Kingdom is about to end. Who wouldn't be happy for a while?" Zhao Ying said, "Judging from your attire, you must be from a wealthy family. I just don't know what position your father holds in the court. You might as well tell me so that I can also say hello."
Suddenly hearing the title "General Jinghong" and "Marquis Wu'an" again, Nie Wuhen's hand holding the Wuwang Sword trembled instantly. He took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the brutality in his heart so as not to lose control.
Nie Wuhen stood there, looking down at Zhao Ying, his tone mocking and contemptuous: "Someone you can't afford to offend."
After half an incense stick.
Zhao Ying brought the three of them to his own mansion. When you first enter the mansion, you will see stone lions guarding the gate on both sides. On a huge plaque, two words are engraved in a flamboyant style - Zhao Mansion.
When the servants saw their master coming back, they hurried forward and lay on the ground. Zhao Ying stepped on the servants' backs and walked down step by step.
Someone immediately led the horse behind him.
"This is my home, please come in." Zhao Ying turned around and looked at the three people walking, very disdainful, but he didn't dare to gamble, especially after Nie Wuhen said that. The status of these three people is different from those of the untouchables. If you really have to say, it is like heaven and hell. No wonder Zhao Ying doubted their identities.
Nie Wuhen didn't say anything, he just turned his head to glance at the two of them. The three of them looked at each other, and it was obvious that they saw the emotions swirling in each other's eyes.
After a moment, his gaze shifted.
They entered the marquis's mansion.
The mansion was spacious, with three walls and four courtyards, red flowers and green willows. It was completely different from the outside world, and there was not even a speck of dust on the ground. Not far away there was a bright pond with a small bridge across it. It was August in the mortal world and the pond was full of lotus flowers. Hundreds of servants were constantly shuttling back and forth, bending over, mopping the floor, sprinkling water and watering the flowers.
Zhao Ying asked the servants to prepare a banquet in the room, and then he took the three people around casually, trying to find out their identities, testing them openly and covertly, and finally, when he saw that he could not find out anything, he used coercion and inducement directly.
"In Shangjing City, apart from those people in the upper echelons, no one can control me. To be honest, what I hate most in my life is people who deceive me."
The red flowers next to it were blooming vigorously, with their petals spread out. Perhaps because they had just been watered, there were still water droplets on them, making them look even more delicate.
Zhao Ying folded it over and handed it to the curious Cassel with a smile, saying, "This young man is really more delicate than flowers. If he were to enter a brothel, the courtesan would feel ashamed of herself."
Cassel was a little scared of him. But when he thought that he was the only one among the three of them who could use magic power, he simply plucked up his courage, thought about Nie Wuhen's usual appearance, took the flower, and crushed it bit by bit.
Everyone was stunned.
Cassel spread out his hands, and the crushed flower lay alone in his palms. He said, "I like broken things. Tender flowers are not me, and I can't enter a brothel."
After all, he has been here long enough, so Cassel should not be completely ignorant. At least he knows that this man named Zhao Ying is not saying good things. Moreover, he must not be a good person. He must be a poor guy being hunted by angels.
Nie Wuhen moved his feet calmly, blocking Zhao Ying's inquiring gaze.
Zhao Ying retracted his gaze and smiled meaningfully. He continued to lead everyone forward and said, "Everyone has come to the capital. I wonder if you have seen the local specialty - Jingguan."
Cassel didn't know what Jingguan was, and the word was not mentioned in the storybooks. In his opinion, it should be similar to the Taoist temple mentioned in the books, but before he could think about it, he smelled a rotten odor mixed with blood and sweat, which was disgusting and nauseating.
Cassel forced himself to suppress the disgust deep in his heart. He didn't want to embarrass himself, especially by spitting it out in front of a stranger.
He wanted to see what was going on, but Nie Wuhen blocked his view and also covered his own eyes with his hands to prevent himself from looking.
Different from his usual cold tone, Nie Wuhen's voice at this moment actually had a slight tremor. Cassel felt uneasy. He pretended to be obedient and promised Nie Wuhen that he would not look. But when he relaxed, Cassel pulled Nie Wuhen's hand away and took a few steps back.
No one would use magic power to stop him, and it was almost easy for Cassel to break free from his restraints.
But when he saw the scene in front of him, Cassel was stunned. Waves of acid surged up one after another, and he kept retching and bending over to vomit.
What did Cassel see? A mountain of heads. Different human heads were piled together, mixed with blood and hair, from the bottom to the top, big, small, freed, dead with eyes open... with all kinds of expressions. The bottom was rotten, almost to the point of revealing the bones, and new human heads were placed on top, with blood flowing down from the top. It was both absurd and horrifying.
More terrifying than the devil.
Cassel bent over and retched. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw what he had just seen. He kept backing away, but couldn't see the road. He retreated into the arms of a man.
He was a beat slow to react. He saw the man stretch out his hand and try to touch his face, but his wrist was grabbed by someone. Cassel was pulled over by Nie Wuhen and held in his arms.
Cassel hugged Nie Wuhen's waist and held him tightly, not letting go. He pressed his cheek against his chest, rubbing the tears he had forced out onto it, and said intermittently, "Let's go, let's go..."
Zhao Ying was very satisfied with their expressions. He didn't care about the scratch on his palm. Instead, he tilted his head, smiled and looked at the Jingguan, and said, "Why are there fewer heads today?"
The servants passing by were startled, knelt down in a hurry, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Young Marquis, please calm down, young Marquis, please calm down..."
"Tsk," Zhao Ying frowned, seeming to be very impatient. He raised his chin and said, "We are just short of six heads. Come on, drag them out and chop them all off."
"Young Marquis," Bai Yi could no longer bear it. He listened to the heart-wrenching pleas for mercy and said, "Don't you think this is too cruel?"
"Is it cruel? I don't think so. If you want to save people, I'll give you some advice..." Zhao Ying seemed to be thinking, then his brows relaxed and he laughed, "How about you three take over and serve as my entertainment, and I'll kill three fewer people, how do you think?"
Nie Wuhen wanted to draw his sword, but Cassel held him tightly, begging him not to. When a cultivator kills someone, he is destroying himself. They believe that everyone has their own destiny and should not be interfered with.
"Zhao Ying," Nie Wuhen's voice turned cold, "You are really not afraid of death."
Zhao Ying was obviously stunned. He squinted his eyes and looked at Nie Wuhen. The more he looked, the more he felt a lingering sense of familiarity. It was too familiar, but it was too long ago, so he couldn't remember it even now.
When a servant was about to be beheaded, Zhao Ying waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Since we have guests here today, we won't kill him."
The servant, who was crying loudly, kowtowed and expressed his gratitude immediately.
"Come on, please invite these guests of mine." Zhao Ying looked at Nie Wuhen and felt that he needed to find out his background first to avoid getting into trouble. "Go back and rest. Remember, you must entertain them well."
The servant trembled and said, "Yes."
The room is also very big. It is as luxurious as Yuanqi Pavilion.
Cassel was retching, and Nie Wuhen was standing next to him, patting his back gently with his hand.
After a long time, Cassel couldn't stand it anymore, and looked back at Nie Wuhen with tears in his eyes: "How terrifying."
Bai Yi stood aside holding a fan, not saying a word, but his frowning brows revealed his mood at the moment.
Nie Wuhen poured a glass of water, put it to his nose and sniffed it gently. After making sure that nothing was wrong, he handed it to Cassel and asked him to rinse his mouth. Cassel did not hesitate and quickly took it, held the water in his mouth, and then spit it out.
After three or two times, he found a stool, dragged it, and sat next to Nie Wuhen, motioning him to sit down. Nie Wuhen didn't hesitate and sat down directly. Cassel threw himself into his arms and hugged him.
"He must be killed," Bai Yi said after a long while, "If we don't kill him, more people will die."
"If we kill one of them, there will be more." Nie Wuhen steadied himself and let Cassel hold him. He unconsciously patted Cassel's back to comfort him. "It's meaningless if we don't get rid of the roots."
Cassel lay on Nie Wuhen's shoulder. Hearing this, he opened his eyes. His long eyelashes fluttered, hiding the surging emotions in his eyes. He opened his mouth and said, "It makes sense."
Nie Wuhen and Bai Yi were stunned for a moment.
Cassel lowered his eyes and said, "Catch Zhao Ying. We will deal with him the same way he dealt with those people. Let everyone watch. If they dare to do it again, we will continue to kill them."
There was silence all around.
Nie Wuhen rubbed Cassel's head and said, "Good idea."
Bai Yi: “…”
He was silent for a moment, as if he remembered something, and asked again: "By the way, Senior Brother, didn't you come to the mortal world to eliminate your inner demons? What exactly is your inner demon related to?"
"The Imperial Palace," Nie Wuhen did not hide it from him, "my former home."
Bai Yi was stunned.
Cassel hugged Nie Wuhen's neck tightly, buried himself in the crook of his neck, closed his eyes and said nothing.
"The Emperor of the Great Yan Kingdom...is your father."
Bai Yi found it a bit outrageous. He had never asked about Nie Wuhen's background. He only knew that he was brought back from the mortal world by his master, but he didn't know that he was actually a member of the royal family.
“It used to be.”
Nie Wuhen took a deep breath. He had never thought of hiding this matter, he just didn't want to mention it. But now, he had to bring up the past again.
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