Chapter 420: Corpse Pit

Zhao Wuji's corpse fell.

No one would ever know his story again.

For instance, seventeen years ago, he had been a famous young hero in the Wu Lin; for instance, he was Zuo Lishan's sworn brother; for instance, he had once joined Zuo Lishan in an ambush to hunt down the "Great Asura" Meng Nan.

And for instance, he had already arranged everything, prepared the silver and the men, and was ready to make a name for himself in the Wu Lin, to take back the seventeen years Zuo Lishan had taken from him.

But until his death, he was just a villainous, trivial bandit leader. His only special quality was making Li Miao raise an eyebrow and feel a slight, fleeting surprise in his heart.

"Recognized me?"

"This bandit leader actually has some insight."

Immediately, he turned and walked away, not sparing him another glance.

There were a few bandits left in the room, and their weapons clattered to the ground.

From the time Li Miao entered the room until now, it had been no more than three or five sentences and a dozen breaths of time. Their mood had shifted from victory in their grasp to mourning their own doom, but with Zhao Wuji as a cautionary tale, they didn't dare to try and flee in front of Li Miao.

Li Miao didn't care; he waved his hand, and Wu Mingxiao stepped forward to subdue and bind them.

Li Miao walked slowly to the wild man, whom he had pinned to a pillar from a distance. He looked him up and down, carefully and thoroughly, and chuckled.

"Indeed, the bloodline of the Yang family."

"The bones and muscles are as strong as an ox; even practicing such trashy internal energy, he managed to build such a solid foundation. And the moves—they have a bit of the foundation of Xingyi Fist, but only the Tiger form."

"Were you raised by this Lean Tiger?"

The wild man, however, turned a deaf ear, only staring fixedly at the Lean Tiger and the long blade he held that was stuck in the tiger's head.

"Are you mute?"

Li Miao waved his hand sharply.

The wild man was sent flying, slamming into the ground. Before he could spit out a mouthful of blood, he was lifted by Li Miao from a distance and slammed into the ground again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After repeating this seven or eight times, Li Miao finally put his hands behind his back.

"Are you awake now?"

The wild man was already bleeding from his nose and mouth, covered in wounds. Yet his bones and muscles were truly strong; after being tossed around by Li Miao like this, he didn't suffer any injuries that would affect his movement.

But he finally woke up.

"Ah, ah, ah—"

He raised his hands and looked at his own palms.

A beast-like howl squeezed out of his mouth.

Li Miao's dark sense of humor was everywhere; he could have easily killed this man and tiger, yet he insisted on forcing the wild man to kill the Lean Tiger with his own hands. If not for the wild man's innate talent and wide meridians, he would have almost suffered Qi deviation.

"Why... why..."

"I just wanted to... raise... the child..."

"Why... do you all... bully... me..."

Tears and snot streamed down his face.

Just by hearing him speak, one could tell his mind was chaotic; although his body had grown up, his intellect was only at the level of a seven or eight-year-old child.

If he could win, it would be fine, but he couldn't win, and he had lost the life of the Lean Tiger. Now, he didn't even have the spirit to resist, only crying and wailing in place, letting out mournful cries like a wounded beast.

Wu Mingxiao couldn't bear to watch anymore. After binding the remaining bandits, he walked to Li Miao's side and whispered.

"Brother Li... actually, this wild man didn't hurt anyone, perhaps..."

Li Miao waved his hand.

"There are many pitiful people in this world; it's not his turn."

"Fine, take a live one, and come with me."

Having said that, he raised his hand and summoned the wild man into his grasp. Then, he grabbed the man by the neck and gave a flick, dislocating all the joints in his body, and pressed his mute acupoint to stop his wailing before walking toward the door.

Wu Mingxiao dragged a bandit and followed.

When they reached the center of the stronghold, Li Miao asked indifferently.

"Where is the place where you bury the corpses?"

The bandit held by Wu Mingxiao turned pale, his throat bobbed, and he braced himself to speak.

"G-Great Hero, I—"