Chapter 449: The Revenge of Chinv

After it was handed over, Baifeng felt somewhat puzzled; what was the meaning of Baoxi sending a human head? It was impossible for Baoxi to know the historical allusion of Jing Ke assassinating the King of Qin—sending a head first, then a map, only to suddenly pull out a knife.

However, the face was indeed somewhat familiar, though Baifeng truly could not recall who it was.

So, Baifeng let a Soldier cover the box and asked Baoxi with full confusion: "Is this the grand gift you spoke of? Just a human head? What exactly is your meaning? I don't quite understand."

Baoxi did not see shock or sadness on Baifeng's face, and his heart had already turned cold, but he could only hope that Baifeng had not recognized him, or that it was someone else from Huaxia who had been in contact with Wangzuo.

Baoxi said to Baifeng: "This person is Wangzuo; you recognize him, right?"

"Wangzuo?" Baifeng recalled this person in his mind, repeating the name in a low voice a few times, and gradually, the image of a charlatan appeared in his memory.

"Oh! I remember now. You're talking about that charlatan, right? I remember Wangzuo was tricked by me into going to your Suiren Clan. Later, we met several times, and he was always by your side. Didn't you value him quite a bit? Why did you kill him and send his head to me?"

Baoxi was stirred by Baifeng's words: "You already said you met him several times, are you still pretending? Wangzuo was the person you planted in our Suiren Clan, right? He passed our Suiren Clan's information to Huaxia so you could target us. Including the last time we attacked you, it was also him who passed the news, right? Otherwise, why would you have received the news in advance, killed my two Leaders and so many Soldiers, and even destroyed several of my Villages?"

The Soldiers on the Boat couldn't help but laugh. Even Baifeng found Baoxi's words baffling, but Baifeng immediately understood what was going on. It must be that this unlucky fellow named Wangzuo was mistaken by Baoxi for a mole—the kind of important mole—and he had killed him and sent the head to make a fool of him.

Baifeng said with a chuckle: "Baoxi, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. This Wangzuo must be a very important person to your Suiren Clan, otherwise you wouldn't have kept him by your side. It's a pity; at the time, I only discovered he was using a fake identity to scam food and drink from me, so I thought I'd send him to the Suiren Clan to plague you. I didn't expect that this plague would last for so many years."

"However, he really wasn't someone I planted, and I never obtained any information from his mouth. Since that one time, I never communicated with him again. As for why I received the news in advance? You'll have to ask your own Soldiers about that. I won't hide it from you: the people in those burned Villages didn't die; they are perfectly fine in our Huaxia. They simply couldn't endure the tyranny of the Suiren Clan and fled to Huaxia. Your information was also leaked by them."

"As for those Soldiers, they were killed by your own people. Didn't expect that, did you? I remember they were called Gongxia and Lanzai. It was because they were too cruel that they forced their own Soldiers to stab them into mincemeat. Now they are also in our Huaxia. Their personal guards, fearing you would hold them accountable, also fled in fear and are still in our Huaxia now. Hahahaha..."

Every time Baifeng spoke a segment, Baoxi's heart twitched, and his complexion grew redder. Then, amidst Baifeng's mocking laughter, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood. He wanted to speak, but even breathing was difficult.

Seeing this, the Suiren Clan Soldiers all began to panic. His personal guards hurriedly supported Baoxi, placed him on a carrying chair, and without caring what Baoxi was saying, they began to run with long strides.

Baifeng still had more to say; he had wanted to persuade Baoxi to give up the idea of attacking Huaxia, but Baoxi had been angered to the point of vomiting blood. Baifeng speculated it might be a rush of blood to the heart, and perhaps he wouldn't die.

The Soldiers asked if they should pursue and kill them all. Baifeng's slightly raised hand finally lowered: "Forget it, let them escape. Whether Baoxi can survive is another matter. Even if he lives, he probably won't have the energy to attack us. It will be good enough if they can handle their internal affairs. Besides, they came to give us a gift; if we kill them, it would break the rules. There is no need to put ourselves in opposition to the entire human race for the sake of Baoxi."

After hearing this, Yishang did not say anything more, but looked at the head and asked Baifeng how to dispose of it. Baifeng rested his chin on his palm, thought for a moment, and said: "Forget it, it is a gift sent by them after all. Wangzuo was also a high-level member of the Suiren Clan; he probably contributed a lot to the last war. Just put him at the altar and offer him as a sacrifice for a period of time before disposing of him."

Yishang nodded in agreement, then had the Soldiers put the things away and began to signal the small Boat to come and pick them up.

After returning to the city, Baifeng immediately ordered the lifting of the short-term war alert, telling everyone it was just a false alarm. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and went back to their business. However, they also noticed an extra head at the altar. They all curiously went to take a look, but couldn't make heads or tails of it, felt bored, and left.

When evening came, Baifeng's family was eating together. Baifeng told those who were not involved in politics about today's interesting event. As he spoke, Chinv's chopsticks dropped, and she asked Baifeng in a near-dazed state: "What is that person's name?"

Seeing that Chinv's state was not right, Baifeng said: "Wangzuo. Why, do you know him?"

Chinv slammed her fist on the table, her eyes splitting with rage, and she said in a low voice, suppressing her anger: "Wangzuo! The traitor of our Jiangben Tribe. He abandoned the faith of the Fire God. It was also him who led the Suiren Clan's troops to destroy our Jiangben Tribe and slaughter my clansmen!"

Baifeng did not expect that there was such a matter involved, and now that many years had passed, he thought Chinv had already let go of the hatred. But looking at Chinv's state, it seemed as if she would only be satisfied if she killed Wangzuo again.

Chinv asked with red eyes: "Wang! Where is Wangzuo's head? I want to smash it! I want to have the Shaman curse him and let his soul suffer forever!"

Baifeng stood up, went over, and took Chinv's hand: "It's at the altar. I'll take you there."

Chinv nodded, then made another request: "Can you let me gather the former clansmen of the Jiangben Tribe and let them watch together as Wangzuo is punished and cursed?"

Baifeng agreed to Chinv. After going out, he had the Phylum of the Ministry of Revenue work together to find those from the original Jiangben Tribe and gathered them by the Huaxia altar this night.

When Chinv saw the head in the box by the firelight, she was one hundred percent certain it was Wangzuo. In her anger, she immediately grabbed it by the hair, lifted the skull, threw it on the ground, and kicked it twice.

At this time, a person in the Jiangben Tribe who had almost become an old man walked out, knelt on one knee, and said to Chinv: "Tribal Chief, I used to be a Shaman. I hope to request the Fire God to curse Wangzuo's soul!"

Chinv immediately agreed and told him to propose the items needed; she would satisfy every requirement.

The Shaman only asked for a little Sulfur, then began to perform a strange dance by the fire, chanting strange Spells. However, he had abandoned his identity as a Shaman for many years, so he looked very unpracticed, even somewhat comical, but no one was laughing.

Finally, the Shaman said he had finished the curse and that Wangzuo's skull could be destroyed, preferably in fire.

Chinv still glanced at Baifeng, because she did not dare to make the decision on her own.

Baifeng thought of a method at this time. After seeking everyone's opinion, they all felt it was a truly good idea, so they waited for Baifeng to prepare the things.

Finally, Baifeng ordered someone to find a cylindrical thick Iron barrel, which they used to crush ore, and a Bomb. Baifeng put the Bomb in the barrel, then placed Wangzuo's head on top, turning it into a cannonball; the Iron barrel was the cannon barrel.

He led the Fuse out, fixed the area around the cannon barrel with stones, and then told everyone to stay far away. Baifeng had wanted someone else to light the fire, but Chinv insisted on doing it herself, and Baifeng could not stop her. He believed his own Bomb's power was not great enough to shatter such a thick Iron barrel.

However, he still lengthened the Fuse again. After Chinv lit the fire, Baifeng quickly pulled Chinv and ran into the distance. The Fuse burned bit by bit, and then with a loud boom, fire shot into the sky. Everything was blown into fragments; nothing remained. The people of the Jiangben Tribe cheered loudly, then embraced and wept.