Chapter 142

"The sound inside has vanished!"

Shen Yu, who was rushing inside at high speed, suddenly stopped in his tracks, his face turning ashen. The crying of the infant and the roaring of the woman had both disappeared; what this meant was, I fear, self-evident.

What a fine Earl Mansion; to be so unscrupulous, the filth within truly opens one's eyes!

Taking a deep breath, Shen Yu continued to walk inside, bypassing the mechanisms one by one. These mechanisms did not pose much of a threat to him, but once touched, the moment they were triggered, the people inside would certainly notice.

He wanted to capture every single person inside without exception; how could he allow them to notice and escape? Even if just one escaped, it would be a disservice to those innocent people who had been wantonly slaughtered.

"Why, why aren't you screaming today?"

"If I scream, will you stop? Aside from making you even more smug, it is completely useless. But I believe that one day, you will all face judgment!"

"Judgment? Hahaha, Liang Ruyue, as a Hundred-Household of the Black-Clad Guard, you actually believe in such ethereal things. I tell you, in this world, the strong only get stronger, and the weak only get weaker. As long as I am strong enough, no one can judge me!"

"Black-Clad Guard Hundred-Household Liang Ruyue?" When Shen Yu arrived at the innermost part, a burst of conversation drifted over through the passageway.

Liang Ruyue, the former Black-Clad Guard Hundred-Household stationed in Songnan Prefecture, was reported to have died half a year ago while pursuing bandits. To think he was actually here, and seemed to be held captive. The Zhen'an Bo Mansion, daring to even imprison a Black-Clad Guard—what immense audacity!

"Liang Ruyue, it has been half a year. You are the one who has held out the longest here; even now, you refuse to bow your head. Very good, this young master likes hard bones like you who refuse to yield to soft or hard tactics!"

"Enough, Chun'er. In the past, he cooperated with us on the surface while secretly gathering evidence. It has been half a year, and we haven't gotten anything out of him. Since he is so unappreciative of the situation, then just kill him; don't let it delay our real business!"

"This is the Zhen'an Earl!" This slightly aged voice made Shen Yu frown slightly; he had not expected him to be here as well. What a den of iniquity the Zhen'an Bo Mansion is; not a single person from top to bottom shall escape!

He took a porcelain bottle from his bosom and used his palm force to drive it, causing the scent within to spread rapidly. In this poorly ventilated underground secret prison, these gases would quickly occupy every corner.

By the time these people reacted, it would be too late!

"Father, that won't do. No one knows where he hid the things he gathered, and we cannot guarantee that no one has discovered what he hid!"

"Besides, I just like such hard bones. Only by training such a person into the most loyal and obedient dog is that the most fulfilling thing. I have martial arts heroes and imperial constables by my side, but I lack a Black-Clad Guard; that is a regret!"

"Then I fear you will have to remain regretful forever!" Walking slowly in from the corner, Shen Yu saw the situation here in full, and his heart suddenly tightened.

In the spacious underground secret prison, a lean, middle-aged man was hung high in mid-air, and lying in a pool of blood below was the woman who had been screaming just moments ago. At this moment, the woman had long since ceased to breathe, her chest pierced through by a sharp blade.

Beside this woman was an infant still in swaddling clothes. However, this infant had been ruthlessly smashed against the ground, and fresh blood had completely soaked the swaddling clothes.

Upon seeing this scene, the killing intent on Shen Yu's body could no longer be suppressed; his eyes were as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice!

"Who are you?" Facing the sudden appearance of a stranger, the people inside were shocked, and then everyone looked at each other, a hint of killing intent quietly appearing on each of their faces.

No matter who came, they must die today!

"This official is the Prefect of Songnan Prefecture!"

Walking forward slowly, the aura on Shen Yu's body grew stronger and stronger, like a monstrous wave rushing toward them. It was heart-palpitating, it was trembling!

"The scent of the Bliss Flower!" His nostrils twitched slightly, and Shen Yu immediately detected the faint fragrance in the air, then looked toward the source of the scent. The petals of the Bliss Flower were soaking in a bowl of fresh blood.

At this moment, Shen Yu seemed to understand something, and he glared at them angrily, "Collecting the Heart Blood under such extreme emotions as a medicinal primer—are you refining the Drunken Heart Pill here?"

"The Prefect of Songnan Prefecture!" The father and son looked at each other; the person before them was not a character easy to deal with. It was rumored that he now controlled the Dongning Army; if it were just him alone, it would be one thing, but if he had brought a great army, they wouldn't even have a chance to escape!

"Lord Shen, it's a misunderstanding, we can explain!"

"No need, the human evidence and material evidence are both here; this official can see it!" Raising his head to look at the father and son opposite him, Shen Yu's face was filled with nothing but killing intent. Looking human but acting like beasts, and so vicious—if they didn't die, he wouldn't feel satisfied.

"The two of you, how do you wish to die?"

"Shen Yu, do not be presumptuous; this is the Zhen'an Bo Mansion!"

"Chun'er, shut up!"

"Father, don't worry, he wouldn't dare to make a move!" Although he said this, he still quietly retreated a step, the wariness in his eyes impossible to dispel. If this person's strength was truly as terrifying as the rumors said, then they likely could not handle him.

However, they held noble titles, which was their best protection. Things had reached this point, and they could only gamble—gamble that Shen Yu would not make a move, or at least would not truly kill them.

And at this moment, Shen Yu was not in a hurry to make a move; after all, he had to stall for time to let the medicinal effect take hold!

Seeing that Shen Yu seemed to have stopped and was not making a move, the other party immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then arrogantly lifted their heads. So what if he is the master of both zither and sword? In front of their Zhen'an Bo Mansion, he still had to obediently bow his head!

"So what if you are a Prefect? You dare to meddle in the affairs of my Zhen'an Bo Mansion? My father is the Zhen'an Earl; if you dare to act without authorization, that is a capital crime. Shen Yu, Lord Shen, try making a move!"

"Very well, then let's try!" Before anyone knew when, a cold, gleaming sharp sword appeared in Shen Yu's hand; the long sword leaving its sheath was like a dazzling ray of light in the dark night. The sword returned to its sheath, and at the same time, wisps of blood splattered onto the ground.

"You, you!" A sensation of pain came from his neck, and the youth instinctively covered his throat, blood instantly spraying out from there.

Raising his head to look forward in disbelief, the youth could not believe that the other party would actually make a move, yet he had done it—how dared he!

"Chun'er, Chun'er, wake up, don't scare Father!"

"You dare to kill my son, I want your life!" Raising his head, the Zhen'an Earl's eyes were blood-red, like a lone wolf injured in the dead of night, carrying infinite bloodthirst and cruelty as he charged over like a madman.

"Sigh, Earl, you heard him just now; it was he who asked me to try. I was merely acting out of kindness, satisfying his small request—no need to thank me!"

"You! Shen Hengzhi, I will definitely kill you to avenge my son!"

"Avenge? Hmph!" With a cold laugh, Shen Yu's face was left with only a faint mockery, "Earl, you are of a certain age, don't let your temper be too great; it's easy to burn yourself!"

"When you killed other people's children, did you ever have even half a shred of pity? Now you know pain. You have the nerve to be angry—you don't deserve it!"

Chapter 142: He Was the One Who Asked Me to Try