Chapter 15 015 "What, are you going to devour your master?"...
Jiang Ling'er only lowered her head and asked the waiter one question—
"Why?"
Why is it that even though she paid him and returned his purse, leaving behind her only silver coins despite stealing a rabbit, and she didn't cause him any trouble—the waiter even asked her this morning if she wanted to call a doctor...?
Why inform on them?
Why... why did her father, who dedicated his life to good deeds and avenging wrongs with his sword, suffer such a posthumous reputation and end up like this?
Why?
Why?
The waiter couldn't answer. Under Jiang Ling'er's focused and icy gaze, his thick lips trembled, and he was too terrified to utter a word. After waiting a while, he still didn't receive a single word from the person in front of him, or perhaps... this was the answer. Jiang Ling'er paused, straightened up, and stared expressionlessly at the waiter's face, which was soaked with cold sweat and whose fat was trembling with fear. Without hesitation, she kicked him in the chest!
She plummeted straight down from the second floor to the first floor with a loud, horrific crash, perhaps hitting something. Without even glancing back, Jiang Ling'er clenched her fists and plunged headfirst into the crowd that was packed at the end of the corridor, where there was no way to escape!
The little poisonous creature stared for a long time, its gaze lingering on the slender, gray figure in the crowd, like a reed in the wind. It raised an eyebrow and let out a soft scoff. It pressed the bamboo flute to its lips, and a clearer, more melodious, and subtly resonant sound emanated from it, its low, mournful, and unpredictable tone reminiscent of Li Changji's description: "Pitch-gray bones, crimson water, and sand; ancient blood blooming like bronze flowers." Unseen by ordinary people, wisps of eerie blue flames flowed from the bamboo flute in its hand, frantically merging into Jiang Ling'er's body with the ever-changing melody. The faint flames on Jiang Ling'er's shoulders suddenly flared up!
In addition, her Thunderclap Palm technique had a faint sound of thunder like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon. It was like a dark blue flower blooming in the depths of the night, with petals like flying sparks or dazzling lightning and thunder. Screams rose up wherever it went, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Many self-proclaimed experts were no match for her!
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Corridor.
After coughing up a mouthful of blood with difficulty, the waiter touched the golden dart in his pocket and finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that two of his ribs were broken. The fighting on the corridor was still going on and was even getting more intense. He dared not stay any longer and gritted his teeth to endure the excruciating pain as he slowly crawled out.
Just as I was about to reach the threshold, I first touched a pair of feet that were not the size of a normal person's feet, but rather the size of a giant elephant's feet!
He was slightly taken aback, and then the booming voice from above him made him cough up the blood he had just held back.
"What's all this noise about? You're ruining my mood!"
The waiter, still reeling from vomiting two mouthfuls of blood, was suddenly thrown into the air, his eyes meeting a pair of leopard-like eyes that gleamed a chilling green in the darkness, like those of a wild beast. His heart skipped a beat, and his face paled for a long time before he remembered that this person was not a wild beast, but far more terrifying. Standing nine feet tall, comparable to Guan Yu, with a broad back and powerful build, he was like a mountain, easily lifted with a single hand.
This man had stayed at the inn three days prior. He was generous and had a rather strange name: his surname was "Di" and his given name was "Qing." The innkeeper, who had been running the inn for most of his life, had never encountered anyone with the surname "Di" before. Even more astonishing than his grotesque physique was his insatiable lust, comparable to that of a wild beast.
In just three days, he had summoned no fewer than twenty young women from brothels, and after the deed, each one was either dead or maimed; those who survived were barely clinging to life. The waiter felt a chill run down his spine every time he saw a roll of straw mat carried out of his room, just as he did now.
He glanced at Di Qing's disheveled clothes and his already menacing face, which was made even more ferocious by his unsatisfied desires. The waiter gasped and dared not delay, hurriedly saying, "The...the big guys are capturing Gongye Chi!"
For some reason, Di Qing's fierce face froze upon hearing the name "Gongye Chi," and then his leopard-like eyes flashed with a sharp light, revealing a hint of joy:
"Gongye Chi? You're saying the old poisoner is here?!"
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When the song ended, a bunch of people lay sprawled on the corridor, some knocked down, others panting on the ground.
At some point, the torches that had fallen to the ground ignited the hanging gauze curtains, and gradually, the entire inn began to succumb to the flames.
Meanwhile, at the heart of the inferno, Jiang Ling'er was still beating someone up.
She pinned him to the ground, punching him repeatedly in the head and face, each blow accompanied by a sentence, each word dripping with blood:
"My father is not a traitor!"
"My father is not a remnant of the evil cult!"
"My father would never be a lackey of the Jurchens!"
"I……"
Suddenly, the raised hand was grabbed by the wrist by a long, slender hand, as smooth as mutton fat jade.
The little poisonous creature unusually spoke up, "Alright, alright, I know, that's enough..."
Before she could finish speaking, with lightning speed, Jiang Ling'er turned around and unleashed a "Thunder" strike with her other hand!
At the same time, a dark shadow fell between the little poisonous creature's brows, and it turned its head to avoid the attack. Almost simultaneously, it gripped the bamboo flute in its other hand to block the punch, causing Jiang Ling'er's punch to miss. The bamboo flute deflected half of the force of the punch, and only the fierce wind of the punch brushed against her face, causing her long, raven-feather-like hair to rise and fall.
The little poisonous creature's face was cold, its eyes even colder: "What, are you going to devour your master?"
However, his chilling gaze paused when he saw Jiang Ling'er's bloodshot eyes, as if the frozen riverbed were cracking inch by inch. After a while, he impatiently curled his lips and muttered a curse, though it was unclear who he was cursing:
"...Got it? It's out of control? Tsk...That's why I said I didn't want this flashy but useless guy with a brainless brain following me around, too much trouble..."
Under the unrestrained instigation of the little poisoner's bamboo flute, like fanning a giant palm leaf fan, even a spark could become a raging fire. Jiang Ling'er had clearly lost control; she didn't even recognize the little poisoner anymore, and her only goal now was to fight.
As soon as you spot a living creature, beat it to death until it falls to the ground and can't move!
Jiang Ling'er paused for only a moment before launching another frenzied attack on the little poisoner. The little poisoner parried several attacks with his bamboo flute but soon found himself struggling. Firstly, his internal injuries hadn't healed, and secondly, he had been using his internal energy to power the flute to assist Jiang Ling'er for a long time, which had aggravated his already unhealed injuries. His handsome face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again. Fortunately, without the support of his flute, Jiang Ling'er's fists became weak, but it was still enough to give him a hard time.
He was indeed caught off guard and got punched right on his smooth forehead. He gasped in pain, but finally couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind her back with both hands. The movement was so swift and beautiful that Jiang Ling'er didn't even have time to react before the little poisoner had already pinned her down in her arms.
Flames were now everywhere, the flames almost licking their clothes. The inn was practically a sea of fire. The burly men had all cleverly scrambled away while they were fighting. The smell of smoke and fire was unbearable, very pungent. Only by getting close to her and smelling the fresh fragrance of her washed hair could he feel a little better.
He gritted his teeth and said viciously in her ear:
"Idiot! Why would you want to get yourself involved after failing to hit someone?!"
However, when Jiang Ling'er heard him cursing, she struggled even more violently, using both hands and feet to kick and stomp, forcing the little poisonous creature to take several heavy blows.
Little Poison: "..."
Seeing her struggle more and more fiercely, even trying to kick him in the groin with her knee, the little poisoner's temple throbbed. Since he couldn't free up his hands to lock her up, nor could he muster a third hand, from his perspective, he had long disliked the slender white neck that was faintly visible. With a heart full of anger and a sense of revenge, to avenge the day she bit his shoulder and neck, he buried his head in her shoulder and neck, biting down hard on that exposed, long-hidden, slender white flesh!
Jiang Ling'er's bloodshot eyes suddenly constricted, and she struggled even more frantically. The more she struggled, the deeper the little venomous creature bit, grinding the small patch of bluish flesh between its teeth. The outside felt like a scorching fire licking her skin, while the inside felt like a dull knife cutting into her flesh—a threat, a threat of death. For a long, long time, until the irritating body in its arms finally relaxed and softened, the little venomous creature slowly released its grip on the pinkish-white neck, glancing at her with its usual cold mockery tinged with a strange hoarseness:
"Are you awake now?"
Jiang Ling'er stood there, stunned, or perhaps in his arms. Her previously clouded eyes had cleared considerably, but a faint trace of bloodstains still lingered in their depths.
The little poisoner stared intently at her, not missing a single expression on her face. He cursed under his breath again and released his grip on her.
At this moment, the flames finally licked their clothes. The little poisoner frowned, extinguished the flames, and then his breath was filled with scorching heat. The firelight illuminated his frosty, handsome face, making it appear crimson, as if painted with the finest rouge. He was about to impatiently take Jiang Ling'er's hand to say something when a rough voice suddenly came from behind him:
"I was wondering where that flute music was coming from... it really was you."
The little poisonous creature paused, slowly turned around, and when it saw who it was, its face instantly turned ugly, even uglier than when it was chased by Gao Yang and the others that night.
The ground is clear.
How did he end up here?
Tsk.
unlucky.
The little poisonous creature's handsome face had never looked so ugly, even faintly tinged with a bluish-gray hue.
Unlike him, Di Qing's face lit up with an excessively exaggerated and enthusiastic smile when he saw him. He even disregarded the raging flames and walked straight towards him through the fire. His skin was thick and tough... no, it should be said that he had a body of copper and iron, and he didn't even take the raging flames seriously.
"Kid, where's your old man? Tell him to come out and see me!"
The little poisonous creature stared intently at him, its thin lips pressed into a straight line: "Unfortunately, my master is not here."
Di Qing stopped abruptly, scratched his head impatiently, and his exaggerated smile froze, turning fierce: "Not here? Where did you go?"
The little poisonous creature shook its head: "My master has always traveled the world, so I don't know either."
Di Qing stared at him for a long time with a gloomy face, finally taking a large step towards him, saying, "I don't care, you've inherited the old poison master's true skills, so you can probably make those Gu poisons too. You're coming with me!" As he spoke, his leopard eyes were fixed on the little poison master's handsome face, which was vividly illuminated by the firelight. His tone changed abruptly, becoming more erotic, "Speaking of which, I've long suspected you might be a woman. How can a perfectly fine man look like this..."
He abruptly stopped speaking, and suddenly a gray shadow flashed before his eyes, slapping him on the back with the force of a gust of wind!
The little poisonous creature suddenly raised its eyebrows and roared, "Idiot, you haven't cleaned up yet..."
But then Jiang Ling'er leaned out from behind Di Qing, blinked her eyes, and mouthed something to him:
"Hurry up."
The little poisoner was taken aback. He always reacted extremely quickly, and by the time Di Qing turned around, he had already started running wildly.
In fact, even without Jiang Ling'er's extra effort, he would have seized the opportunity to run away.
She doesn't need to say it.
However, just as he was about to leap out of the inn, which was about to be engulfed by the inferno, he inexplicably glanced back. Jiang Ling'er was certainly no match for Di Qing. She could handle some weaklings, but against Di Qing, even ten of them wouldn't be enough, and twenty would be a struggle, even with his flute playing. Sure enough, he saw Di Qing grab Jiang Ling'er by the back of her collar with one hand, lifting her up like a chick, while the other hand pinched and played with her chin.
"I never expected to find such a beautiful young lady in this remote place... You seem stronger than those delicate young ladies? You should be able to last at least one night, right?"
Jiang Ling'er felt she was doomed.
After the poisoner left, her already dwindling vitality drained away like sand through an hourglass, leaving her utterly powerless to resist. But perhaps this was for the best. Better than dying in humiliation…
She vaguely thought that the exhaustion from a night of fighting was overwhelming her, and drowsiness washed over her. Somewhat resigned, she closed her sleepy eyes—
Suddenly, hot blood splattered onto her eyelids, startling her into opening her eyes wide!
It was a large, jade-like hand that gripped a bamboo flute and stabbed it hard into Di Qing's left eye!
The man moved with lightning speed, splattering Jiang Ling'er's blood all over her body. Her eyeballs rolled onto the ground, and a roar and wail exploded like thunder in her ears. Di Qing painfully let go.
"Walk!"
A familiar voice rang in her ears. Before Jiang Ling'er could even land, someone grabbed her by the waist and pulled her out of the window!
The moment the window shattered, the inn behind them was engulfed in flames.
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