Chapter 385

The moment An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe met up and stepped into the outer city, two gazes were cast on them; after seeing the Embroidered Uniform Guard official uniforms on them, they looked away like they had been electrocuted.

"He's here... he's here!"

"And her, and her!"

In a dilapidated house on the side of the street, the man and woman who spoke looked at each other, their gazes filled with indescribable fear.

These two were exactly two of the dozen or so people who carried the coffin last night.

After the Emperor arrived last night and killed indiscriminately, the Wu Lin people present were all killed, except for these dozen or so people who were spared. After An Ziyang explained the situation to the Emperor, these people were left in place, and the Emperor took Li Miao back to the palace.

But An Ziyang left, and these dozen people were at a loss.

To tell the truth, the act of carrying the coffin last night, except for the woman who started it who was truly mourning the rabbit, most of the others were just looking for an excuse to leave the capital. An Ziyang saw this point and had the intention of letting them go.

But the subsequently arrived Gao Ming and Liu Jin, as well as other Wu Lin people, wanted to find out the situation from their mouths. So these people were wrapped into the outer city in a daze, left behind by coaxing and scaring. And because they were not from any famous major sect and recognized An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe, they were sent to the periphery to keep watch.

And back to the present.

Both recognized An Ziyang at a glance.

The man gritted his teeth.

"You watch here, I'll go notify the seniors!"

Having said that, he got up and was about to leave. He turned half his body, but was pulled by his sleeve from behind.

"No... think again..."

The woman said in a low, trembling voice.

"Should we... go out and see Battalion Commander An..."

The man paused violently, turned around, and scolded angrily.

"You've lost your mind!"

"No, no... I just figured it out..."

The woman argued while supporting herself.

"Do we really have to be enemies with the imperial court, do we really have to stand on the opposite side of the imperial court... think carefully, Battalion Commander An didn't kill us last night; we could have left, but we were wrapped here by others and still have to keep watch for them..."

"Our lives are owed to our sect, not to some Wu Lin peers! Going out to surrender now, if we can use this to withdraw from this matter, is the right way to save our lives and our sect!"

The woman's words were sincere.

The man looked at her with disdain.

"Scared out of your wits, and now you want to use the lives of Wu Lin peers to offer a surrender letter! What face do you have to call yourself a righteous Wu Lin person!"

The woman also argued with her neck stiff.

"Who is the Wu Lin? Where is the Wu Lin? Where is the righteous path, can it be seen or touched? The one who spared my life is a deadly enemy, and the one who kept me here to sell my life and might implicate my sect is a peer?"

"I want to use the so-called Wu Lin peers as the price to protect my own sect, you are enemies with the imperial court today, but you want to use the lives of your own sect to fulfill your own principles! Which one of us is the heretic!"

The man pressed in front of her, not giving an inch.

"Flies and dogs, those with different paths do not conspire!"

The two confronted each other, their hands already gripping their weapons, staring at each other's vital points.

"Villain!"

"Hypocrite!"

"Poisonous woman!"

"Go to hell!"

One voice higher than the other, weapons gradually pushed out.

"Die!"

"Die!"

Swords drawn!

The two who were lurking and watching together a moment ago, the next instant they made a deadly move, stabbing at each other's vital points!

At this instant!

"You two should pick a time and place to argue; shouting so loudly, do you think I'm deaf?"

A mocking and dissolute voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

Both were startled and looked to the side at the same time.

An Ziyang had stood outside the window at some point, leaning on the window frame, one hand in his bosom, the other picking his ear, tilting his head to look at them, with a smile on his face.

Seeing the two turn back, he flicked his fingers easily.

"Done arguing, do me a favor."

"Take me to see the Wu Lin peers you speak of, okay?"

Both were silent as cicadas in winter. The woman had already had the intention to surrender and knew that An Ziyang must have heard their conversation; she wasn't that afraid now, just scared.

But the man had lost his momentum from just now.

His legs were trembling, and he was about to leave.

His face was pale, cold sweat was pouring out, and his teeth were chattering, but he couldn't say a word.

After a long while, the woman broke the silence.

"My lord, I... I will take you—"

"No."

An Ziyang shook his finger.

"Not you."

He pointed at the man.

"I like 'heroes,' I want him to take me."

"As for you, roll back to your sect, you are not allowed to step into Shuntian Prefecture for the rest of your life, and you are not allowed to mention what happened these few days to outsiders, otherwise..."

An Ziyang squinted at her.

The woman was blessed with inspiration and knelt down with a thud.

She kowtowed three times, threw her weapon to the ground, and fled like a fly.

Only the man was left in the room.

His face was full of cold sweat, and he dared not move or speak.

An Ziyang straightened up from the window frame, turned and entered the door, walked to him, and looked him up and down.

"Hero, why aren't you talking?"

"Weren't you quite capable of talking just now?"

An Ziyang turned behind him.

"Those with different paths do not conspire, flies and dogs? Truly deafening, making this Battalion Commander feel respect... don't turn around and slash this Battalion Commander with a blade, to fulfill your morality?"

He turned to his front again.

"Don't tell me you don't dare, don't tell me, don't tell me."

An Ziyang reached out and pulled the long saber from his waist, stuffed it into his hand, tilted his head, and delivered his neck to him, tapping his own neck with two fingers.

"Come, slash here."

"Slash it, and you will be a righteous Wu Lin person. Not just you, your teachers, peers, parents, relatives, friends, acquaintances, all of them will become 'righteous Wu Lin people' with you, isn't that good?"

"Slash?"

Mei Qinghe walked to the side with her sword, staring coldly at the man.

An Ziyang tapped his neck.

"Why don't you slash? Can't reach?"

"It's okay, this Battalion Commander will send it forward a bit more."

He forced another step forward, delivering his neck under the blade.

"Can you reach it now?"

"Don't say this Battalion Commander didn't give you a chance, I'll count to three, just three."

"One."

"Two."

"Three!"

Slap!!!

An Ziyang backhanded a slap on the man's face, the vigorous True Qi of the Wedding Clothes Divine Art exploded, and this blow sent him flying, spitting out half a mouthful of broken teeth in mid-air, and falling to the ground.

An Ziyang stepped forward, grabbed his hair, and lifted him up.

There was no courage left in the man's eyes, only full fear.

An Ziyang looked at him for a while and laughed out loud.

"Looks like you aren't as heroic as you thought."

"Now, can you take me to find your Wu Lin peers?"