Chapter 314: I Won't Let You Go Even If I Become a Ghost

The man in black was startled, and the sleeping smoke in the bamboo tube almost sucked into his own mouth.

He turned his head abruptly.

Behind him, an old man stood at some point, looking at him with a smile.

The man in black's thoughts turned quickly.

The master had explained that this mission was very important and must be kept secret; absolutely no third party could know, otherwise, there would be no amnesty.

Since that's the case...

Then I'm sorry, old man, you bumped into me and are looking for death!

Thinking of this, the man in black didn't hesitate, raised his hand, and slashed fiercely at the old man's fragile neck.

If it were an ordinary old man, he would have died on the spot with this palm.

But who told him to meet Old Tietou?

The once-famous Imperial City Division Commander Tie Jiumu, known as the "Iron-Faced Little Yama"... of course, he had now become the "Old Yama"... he was a nightmare for countless people.

Old Tietou didn't even dodge, just stretched out two fingers and aimed at the man in black's wrist.

He poked it lightly.

The man in black was instantly paralyzed, unable to use any strength.

And the force of that hand-blade also vanished into thin air in an instant.

His heart sank.

What's going on? The master didn't say Jiang Zhan had a master protecting him, and such a powerful master at that.

He actually... couldn't even take one move!

"Who are you?" The man in black threatened in a low voice, "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise, if you offend someone you shouldn't offend, the consequences are not something you can bear."

Old Tietou blinked, looking like a curious baby, "Someone I shouldn't offend? Who?"

The man in black sneered, "You don't need to ask who. Anyway, those who go against us will never have a good end!"

Old Tietou seemed to be frightened and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Oh my, let's talk nicely. Young man, don't have such a big temper; anger hurts the liver."

Seeing him admit defeat, the man in black's smile became even more rampant, "Then can you roll away now? And remember, don't tell anyone about tonight; just pretend you didn't see me, do you hear?"

"Old man's ears aren't deaf yet, so naturally I heard." Old Tietou bared a mouthful of big teeth, "But I'm a person who has always been cheap; I just like to go against people. You tell me to roll, but I just won't roll. Not only will I not roll, but I also want you to roll, roll as far as you can."

The next moment, the smile on his face disappeared, his eyes became extremely cold and cruel, and his entire aura was fully unleashed.

Like an old wolf in the dark night, ready to swallow the prey alive at any time.

It made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

Before the man in black could react, Old Tietou's withered tree-like palm had already gripped his throat and lifted him into the air.

"Speak, kid, who sent you? What do you want to do?"

The man in black was choked until his eyes rolled back, his limbs struggling desperately, but he couldn't break free, and could only make a broken resistance from the depths of his throat, "I... would rather... die!"

Old Tietou narrowed his eyes, and his fingers tightened abruptly.

*Puff*, the man in black opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was clear he had already suffered internal injuries.

But the person was still stubborn, "Seven Steps... will never betray the master!"

"You're a man." Old Tietou smiled, slowly released the person, and moved his fingers from the throat to the carotid artery on the neck, "Fine, I won't make things difficult for you. Actually, I know even if you don't say it."

The man in black stared at him vigilantly with two eyes.

"It was the Ji Commandery Prince's residence that sent you, right?"

The man in black's eyes flashed, silent.

"Or... is it the Duan family's people?"

The man in black's heartbeat skipped a beat, and his breathing became rapid, subconsciously refuting, "What Duan family? Don't know them!"

Old Tietou "Oh"ed, suddenly realizing, "So it really is the Duan family."

The man in black: "..."

He hardened his heart, and his upper and lower teeth bit down hard, and his tongue immediately tasted an exceptionally bitter taste.

The mission failed, and there was only a dead end if he went back.

It would be better to die for his ambition now, at least to keep the master's secret.

After only a few breaths, the man in black tilted his head and lost his breath.

Old Tietou shook his head and sighed.

This result was actually within his expectations from the beginning. He saw through the man in black's identity—martial arts were not weak, and his actions were extreme. If he wasn't mistaken, he should be a dead soldier.

The so-called dead soldiers were basically raised by some big families, just to do some shady things when necessary.

For example, killing their own stumbling blocks.

Looking at the corpse spitting blood from seven orifices on the ground, Old Tietou sneered.

The Duan family, right?

Fine, since the Duan family is so polite and sent such a heavy gift, of course, he couldn't be impolite. The so-called "courtesy demands reciprocity," so he would send them a return gift.

To express his feelings!

Duan Xiu didn't sleep well this night.

Tossing and turning, he had several nightmares in a row.

For a while, he dreamed that his grandfather was furious, scolding him for being a useless piece of trash, losing the Duan family's face; for a while, he dreamed that the world was pointing at him, saying he was an embroidered pillow, all show and no substance, and he actually wanted to be a great Confucian scholar passed down through the ages—it was simply laughable.

He even dreamed of Jiang Zhan.

That young man who was as clear and transparent as glaze, now emaciated, his face full of shocking blood and tears, hanging himself at the big locust tree at the gate of the prefectural school.

Before he died, he accused him with tears and blood.

"Duan Xiu, why did you destroy me!"

"Duan Xiu, you have done many evils and will not die well!"

"Duan Xiu, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!!"

Duan Xiu sat up from the bed abruptly, gasping for breath, and his undergarment was already soaked with cold sweat.

The book boy, Hou Ting, heard the movement and hurriedly ran over from the neighboring side room.

"What's wrong, Young Master? Did you have a nightmare?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, carefully stroking Duan Xiu's chest to help him smooth his breath.

Duan Xiu took a long while to recover from the terrible scene in the dream, barely curling his lips, "It's nothing, maybe it's because I have to take the exam today, so I'm nervous."

Nervous? The book boy was a bit confused.

He had been by the young master's side for three years and had never seen the young master nervous because of an exam. The young master had outstanding literary talent, and no matter whether it was a big or small exam, it was like a fish in water for him; he didn't need to worry about not doing well.

But thinking about it again.

The young master had lost to that Jiang Zhan in the first two rounds of this prefectural exam, so he must have suffered a great setback in his heart.

So it's not strange to be nervous in the third round.

The book boy felt very distressed, "Why don't you sleep a little longer, Young Master? It's still early; Hou Ting will call you when it's time."

Duan Xiu nodded, just about to lie down again.

At this moment.

A terrified scream suddenly sounded outside the house, "Ah ah ah ah... someone died!"

Immediately after, the door was patted *bang bang* loudly.

"Young Master, Young Master, come out and see! Something happened!" ===== CHAPTER 315 =====