Chapter 615

"Is he trying to kill me?"

Zhu Xing lay on a luxurious open-top carriage, one hand roaming among the beauties beside him, eliciting peals of alluring laughter, while he gazed at the place shrouded in Kong Yuan Si's sorcery, as if preparing to watch a lively spectacle, satisfying his peculiar amusement.

Watching Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an protected by a miraculous Flying Sword, they slew one after another of the black shadows attacking them.

Watching Xuanqing Daozhang, who had been evenly matched against the black shadows of the Human Sea Tactic, suddenly erupt, unleashing divine might, he pierced Kong Yuan Si's corpse with a single sword.

When Kong Yuan Si died and was resurrected, Xuanqing Daozhang's aura weakened, obviously suffering a backlash from the secret art; under the black shadows' siege, he gradually fell into a disadvantage, even to the point of being spent.

He eagerly awaited how Kong Yuan Si would deal with Xuanqing Daozhang—whether to slay him to vent his hatred, or to devour him alive.

Never expected.

As Xuanqing Daozhang was about to die, a strange Stone Gate appeared in the sky; as the Stone Gate gradually took shape, when he looked at it again, the three words "Guimen Guan" instantly surfaced in his mind, and he suddenly realized that this strange appearing Stone Gate was actually the Guimen Guan.

Still wondering how this Stone Gate had appeared, upon hearing Kong Yuan Si's words he suddenly realized—he never expected Xuanqing Daozhang to be a person of the Underworld; he very much wanted to clarify the identities of Xuanqing Daozhang and Le Zhuang, and if their relationship was ordinary, he prepared to find an opportunity to draw closer to Xuanqing Daozhang.

If he could establish ties with the Underworld, it would be a great joy for him and even his whole family.

Who would have known?

As soon as the Guimen Guan opened, it sucked in one black shadow after another; he and Kong Yuan Si were not meeting for the first time—he knew exactly what kind of person Kong Yuan Si was, and he understood even more clearly that the black shadows were Kong Yuan Si's greatest trump card.

Frankly speaking, all his abilities lie in this evil art and those numerous black shadows.

According to Kong Yuan Si, each black shadow is forged by refining hundreds or thousands of wronged souls.

With so many black shadows, needless to say, they are the result of his boundless killing karma, painstakingly gathered, the lifeblood of his entire life.

At this moment.

Watching the Guimen Guan suck in one black shadow after another, he could clearly see the anger, resentment, unwillingness, etc., flashing across Kong Yuan Si's face one by one; yet Kong Yuan Si did not stop it—how could he not know? It was not that Kong Yuan Si could not stop it, but that he was unable to.

He was somewhat curious: after all those black shadows were sucked into the Guimen Guan, what abilities did Kong Yuan Si still have?

If not...

A flicker of harsh light crossed Zhu Xing's eyes, but he quickly averted his gaze, subconsciously looking up at the ghostly shadow hovering in the sky; according to Kong Yuan Si's words, it was a Death Reaper.

At this moment.

Although this Death Reaper did not glance at him again, he could clearly feel that when the Death Reaper looked at him, a fleeting trace of icy killing intent flashed in the depths of its eyes.

He believed.

He was not seeing things; after thinking for a long time, he still could not understand why, having met this Death Reaper only for the first time, it would harbor killing intent toward him.

"Could he be my former enemy?"

Zhu Xing quickly had a speculation arise in his mind, but before it could linger long, he dispelled it himself and sneered:

"Even if you bear killing intent toward me, what then? Do you really dare to kill me? If you dare to act against me, even if you are a Death Reaper of the Underworld, so what?" It's not that he has no grudges; he has lived many years, having done no good deeds, but plenty of bad ones—cannot say he does evil every day, but at least every few days he commits some wrongdoing; inevitably, someone has died at his hands, and he has committed every conceivable evil act.

Over these many years, he does not know how many people he has sent down to the Underworld.

He does not believe that this Death Reaper, whom he has just met for the first time and who bears killing intent toward him, is his former enemy; he knows well that a Death Reaper's prowess comes from holding a position in the Underworld—even hundreds or thousands of old ghosts may not necessarily attain such a post.

As for his enemies, it's not that he looks down on people—no, he looks down on ghosts; even if he gave those enemies more time, they could never become Death Reapers!

He knows exactly the weight of those who died at his hands.

"Guimen Guan?"

A shout startled Zhu Xing from his myriad thoughts; he lowered his head and saw an old man being led away by a constable. At that moment, the old man stared fanatically at the Guimen Guan in the sky, as if a lustful ghost had seen a peerless beauty, his face grim, his tone unfriendly:

"Who is he?"

"Young Master Zhu, he is……"

The constable, who had initially been taken by Chi Yongchun's paternal cousin to the county seat to leak information to Cui Ji, and later had sneaked back to the county seat again to leak information, was about to introduce Gu Liangong's identity when his words were cut short—"Pfft!" a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he collapsed to the ground.

Gu Liangong had not yet reacted when a stalwart man stepped out from beside the carriage, immediately went to the constable's side, examined him thoroughly, then looked up and reported to Zhu Xing:

This novel you have arrived

"Young Master, there are traces of sorcery on him; he must have been schemed against by someone!"

"Schemed against by someone?"

Zhu Xing subconsciously looked toward Xuanqing Daozhang not far away, as if he had thought of something, his face full of mockery, he said:

"This damned thing—perhaps that old fogey deliberately arranged it, letting him come to leak information to me, hoping to lure me over, but he didn't expect I would also bring the Kong Imperial Attendant along, nearly letting him capsize in a gutter..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Xing suddenly realized, swallowed the words on his lips, and corrected: "No, even if I brought the Kong Imperial Attendant along, I'd still capsize in the gutter, letting the Kong Imperial Attendant lose his life here!"

"For the Kong Imperial Attendant to use his life to force out the identity of that old Daoist of the Underworld is an honor for the Kong Imperial Attendant!"

The stalwart man said expressionlessly.

"Indeed, the Kong Imperial Attendant walks the path of Corpse Cultivation; letting him encounter an Underworld person is his fortune; even if he dies, he will remember my kindness!"

Zhu Xing chuckled, as if he didn't care at all about Kong Yuan Si's life or death, smiling narrowly, he said: "Zhang Fu, are you confident in protecting my safety?"

Zhang Fu glanced at Xuanqing Daozhang and Le Zizhen, then quickly looked away; though he said nothing, his calm expression clearly conveyed his meaning.

Zhu Xing glanced at Zhang Fu's expression, naturally understanding his meaning, and said nothing more, waving his hand; taking advantage of Zhang Fu dragging the constable's corpse away—like dragging a dead dog—he then turned to the trembling Gu Liangong, obviously frightened by the constable's sudden death, and asked:

"Elder, how should I address you?"

(End of chapter)