Chapter 5: All Deaths Are the Same (Part 2)

  The nearest mountain peak to Xiangcheng has a broken temple, and this mountain peak is the only way in and out of Xiangcheng. In recent days, Zhan Liang and Cuo have been staying in this broken temple. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see people coming and going on both sides of the road.

  The sun was about to set, and after solving the problem of dinner, he practiced his skills as usual. However, with an unintentional glance, he found a man in white clothes riding a bay horse galloping towards him.

  Here!

  Zhan light crazy will clothes tear, and on the ground rubbed, sleeves also torn off one, exposing white tender arm, so, wolf-like "faint" on the main road.

  The sound of horseshoes came from afar, getting closer and closer until it stopped beside me. The horse was running freely, but suddenly it was pulled to a stop, let out a whinny, and pawed the ground anxiously.

  "Hot... hot..."

  Song Rufeng observed his surroundings without revealing his voice, how did she end up here? Was it a deliberate plan or just a coincidence? Just as he was deep in thought, the girl's mournful sigh interrupted him. He saw that her face was pale, with furrowed brows, looking very painful, and her clothes were tattered, exposing large areas of skin. Seeing this, his eyes flashed with insight. As soon as he squatted down, she grabbed his arm, and in the struggle, her collar slipped to her shoulder blade. The girl looked weak and fragile, like a kitten battered by a storm, waiting for someone to take it home and care for it tenderly.

  "Cold... I'm cold, hold..." She leaned her body into his arms, and in a moment of unguarded passion, blew sweet breath onto the back of his neck. It wasn't until he picked her up that she hid all her expressions.

  Looking at the girl trembling in his arms, Song Rufeng felt he had thought too much. At just thirteen years old, how could she have such a deep mind? Moreover, even if she was plotting something, would he still be afraid of her, a useless waste without any spiritual power? His gaze inadvertently swept across her collarbone, and his eyes darkened further. He quickened his pace, heading towards the broken temple. It seemed like heaven was helping him; perhaps today he could accomplish what he had failed to do those days ago.

  He walked into the broken temple and put the girl on a pile of hay. Just as he reached out to her waist, he was stopped by the girl who pounced on him.

  "Cold... I'm cold..."

  He pulled her out of his arms, Song Rufeng controlled her constantly waving hands and resignedly lit a fire. Indeed, this broken temple was leaking wind everywhere, if he really let her freeze, he wouldn't be able to have fun, it would be a loss.

  He pulled out the flint, gathered together the scattered licorice roots and firewood, and lit a fire. The flames illuminated his smiling face, completely destroying the image of the elegant young gentleman he once was.

  Zhan Qingkong slightly opened his eyes, looking at the person with their back to him. He quickly got an idea. He reached out and touched the other's back, occasionally rubbing his small face against it, still shouting "cold".

  Song Rufeng's hand paused as she poked at the firewood, and her vigilance was suddenly extinguished by her casual movements.

  "You little demon, still cold? Don't worry, the long night is just beginning, I guarantee you'll warm up soon and be drenched in sweat." Who would have thought that such suggestive words would come out of his mouth? If the people of Xiang City saw this, they'd probably be shocked.

  Zhan Qingcang had very well hidden his killing aura, along his back, the small hands gradually reached towards his neck. And Song Rufeng was being touched by those weak and boneless small hands, feeling ticklish and somewhat ethereal!

  Time waits for no one, and in the blink of an eye, a swift and fierce attack was launched. With his left hand grasping the other's neck and his right hand clamping down on the jaw, he exerted all his strength, and with a loud "crack", Song Rufeng crashed to the ground like a lump of mud, sending dust flying everywhere. Perhaps he never expected that his life would be ended by someone he had always looked down upon as trash.

  Zhan Qingkong looked down at the corpses on the ground with disdain and said in a light tone, "Don't easily turn your back to the enemy, didn't you know?"

  With a flash of the knife, the scene was handled, and the warlord left with a swagger. No one expected that the famous young master would die so miserably in a broken temple, and what's more, "die without a whole corpse."

  And finally, there's Han Zhiyuan. This person is the weakest existence among the Four Heavenly Kings, always following what others say, lacking his own opinions when faced with big issues, timid and cowardly, only knowing how to flatter and fawn, not even daring to speak up when encountering formidable people. However, when meeting someone weaker than him, he's a completely different person. For example, take the former Nan Gong Liang, Han Zhiyuan has always been stepping on those below him while fearing those above, unable to bear others being better than him. Those despicable ideas were all his suggestions. He's truly a despicable person! I believe the deaths of the three people have already caused him great panic, haha, that's exactly what I wanted, letting him become increasingly anxious and uneasy in his fear, driving himself mad.

  "Oh dear, did you know? This morning, the Song family found the body of Jia Gongzi..."

  "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes..."

  "I heard that it's the same modus operandi as the two previous incidents, so it must be done by one person..."

  "It's said to be the handiwork of a powerful martial artist, there wasn't even a hint of spiritual energy struggle on the scene, they all died instantly!"

  "Isn't that right? The city lord has issued an A-level task, with a hefty reward, but I don't know who they offended. The Nan Gong and Feng families can be excused for their emotions, but how did this young master end up suffering such a cruel fate?"

  “……”

  At the same time that the common people on the street were gossiping, a man in a tall mansion was hiding in his room, trembling constantly, suspicious and nervous.

  Looking at the magnificent mansion, Zhan Liang's mind was racing with thoughts of how to infiltrate the enemy's lair. Just as she was racking her brains, two servants from the Han household caught her attention.

  "Damn it, I'm so unlucky, now I've lost all my money."

  "Oh no, all the money is gone, and the manager still wants me to buy a servant girl, how can I explain this when I get back?"

  "Who else can I ask if you don't know?"

  "Everyone has a share, what are you shouting at me for?"

  Want to buy a pillow? Just in time, I was just thinking of taking a nap and here comes the pillow!

  As a result, the two servants who had lost all their money didn't even have a penny left, so they "bought" a small servant girl to take back. However, this servant girl was quite ugly, with a large red birthmark on her face, and she was also mute. The two servants naturally couldn't avoid being scolded. Originally, they were supposed to buy someone who could serve people and present a good image, but who knew they would bring back such an ugly servant girl? In the end, they had no choice but to let her do odd jobs in the kitchen.

  Recently, the servants in the Han Mansion have been on edge, fearing that they will make a mistake and be punished. Want to know why? It's because the young master has had an accident. In the past, he would often go out and play, but now he doesn't even leave his room, and his meals are all sent in. He has a bad temper, constantly scolding and beating the servants, and keeps saying that he has seen ghosts. At midnight, you can still hear him shouting from his room, saying "Don't kill me, don't kill me." The master of the house was so angry that he scolded him several times, but the young master didn't listen at all, instead becoming even more extreme. The old lady pitied her grandson and promised to find several powerful spiritual masters to protect him, which finally calmed things down. Although it's no longer chaotic, he still doesn't leave his room all day.

  Hearing this, Zhan Qing laughed coldly, Are you scared? The more ruthless part is yet to come!

  On this day, the young master who had been out on business returned home and after reporting to the head of the household, was preparing to rest in his own room when he overheard a conversation like this in the garden.

  "The young master has finally returned, if he didn't come back, there would be no place for him in this house anymore."

  "Yes, who in the mansion doesn't know that the master of the house loves his young son dearly, and the old lady dotes on him even more!"

  "Could it be that this household is about to undergo a drastic change?"

  "Shh, I'm telling you secretly, this is also something I overheard, don't go telling others!"

  "Come on, you say it quickly, say it..."

  "I heard that the master of the house always sends Da Xiaoye away, it's actually to undermine his power and support Xiao Xiaoye!"

  "Really?"

  "Of course, the master of the house is most concerned about the young master. He even found many strong men to protect the young master! The next master of the Han family may not necessarily be him!"

  "Indeed, I'd better put on a good show. If I can win over the young master's heart, there will be plenty of benefits in the future..."

  Seeing Han Dashi angrily fling his sleeves and leave, the voices in the garden suddenly disappeared. Upon closer inspection, it was found that two maids were whispering to each other, while only one ugly maid patted the dirt on her feet and turned back to the kitchen.

  It's also unknown what the young master saw and what he said to the master of the house, but anyway, tonight, the master ordered the steward to "invite" the little young master out of the house door and called him to the study for a lecture.

  Before long, the sound of quarreling came from inside, and the young master stormed out in anger, leaving even those few powerful men behind in his haste.

  Hiding behind the artificial hill in the garden, Zhan Qing was waiting for the lost little lamb to fall into the trap. She kept shouting in her heart: Come on, come on! She almost waved a small handkerchief.

  When the angry curses and footsteps approached, Zhan Qingxiao smiled and jumped down from the fake mountain, pounced on Han Zhongyuan, with his knee on his waist, and broke his neck with a swift move. Looking at his terrified face, he couldn't help but laugh.

  After dismembering him, she looked at the chaotic Korean government and silently laughed, finally making up for Nan Gong's recklessness. Taking advantage of the darkness, a figure flashed by, and no one asked about the ugly girl who left the Han government like this.

  Walking on the small road outside Xiangcheng, Zhan Liangkong took a glance at the place where she had lived for ten years, waved goodbye and left with ease. But little did she know that the entire city of Xiangcheng was in an uproar because of her, everyone was in danger, the city lord was furious, the guards were patrolling every day, several families were crying out loud...

  At this time, Warlight Crazy arrived at the lakeside in the forest, chose a place with fragrant grass and beautiful flowers, dug a hole, buried the tattered clothes he wore on the first day, erected a tomb, and engraved on the tombstone: The Tomb of Nangong Lightcrazy.

  "Nan Gong Qing Kuang, I've fulfilled my promise to you. The people who wronged you in the past have been sent to hell by my own hands. Those who bullied you have met their due ends. Please rest in peace! This is your favorite place from when you were alive, and I'll bury you here so you can be free forever. With blue skies, white clouds, clear lake water, and countless flowers accompanying you, this must also be what's in your heart. From now on, there will no longer be Nan Gong Qing Kuang between heaven and earth, only me, Zhan Qing Kuang, the helmsman of the ancient Wu family. I've occupied your body, and I'm sorry for that, but I also thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have had a chance to rebirth. I'll embark on the path of becoming stronger, becoming an existence that everyone looks up to. When people block my way, I'll kill them; when Buddhas block my way, I'll kill them too. I'll create a legendary tale! May you witness the arrival of that moment from the underworld."

  With the girl's overbearing words, her clothes fluttered, and without wind, they automatically made a sound. Just in this beautiful forest, a wisp of fragrant soul disappeared, but on the mainland of Lingyin, a new star quietly rose!