C301 I will Carry His Head with Me
C301 I will Carry His Head with Me
His body staggered. Just when Wu Shangwen thought he was going to fall, a flash of ruthlessness appeared on Feng Xue's face. He rushed forward and struck out a palm towards the old man's chest.
This palm was too sudden and caught people off guard. If it was someone else who was careless, they would have already been severely injured. However, since Xue Haohan was known as the capital's number one expert, he was naturally not an ordinary person.
Just as Feng Xue made his move, his figure turned into an afterimage as he charged towards his opponent.
Boom! *
With a loud bang, the two shadows collided with each other like two speeding trains. Even a hard marble pillar beside them was shattered by the impact and fell to the ground with a crash.
The two afterimages rapidly retreated, and only after taking seven or eight steps did Xue Haohan stop. His face was pale, his chest was heaving violently, and he was gasping heavily. A line of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his hair had also become a lot more messy.
However, because Feng Xue had suffered a single injury, his condition was even worse. He was pushed back more than ten steps, and his body heavily hit a stone pillar behind him. He opened his mouth and spat out two mouthfuls of blood.
"Cough, cough …" Xue Haowei, this old man will remember you. In the future, I will … There will be time! "
Feng Xue finished speaking, struggled to get up and jumped down. In a few leaps, he had already disappeared into the boundless night.
"Geezer, are you alright?"
Wu Zewen hurried over and supported Xue Haohan as he asked anxiously.
The latter spat out a few mouthfuls of blood consecutively, causing Wu Lie to be so frightened that he quickly and gently beat his back.
After a long while, the old man finally caught his breath. He looked in the direction where Feng Xue had disappeared and said, "It's been a long time since I've had such a good fight. Such a powerful opponent is truly rare."
There was actually a sense of appreciation in his words.
"Come, help me down."
Wu Zewen nodded, but didn't help the other person up the stairs. At this time, the staircase was probably packed with people.
He picked up the old man and used the black curtain to tie the latter to his back. The tip of his foot lightly touched the ground, and like a roc, he disappeared into the night.
In order to avoid detection by others, Wu Congwen didn't book a room at the East-rising Purple Qi hotel. Instead, he went to a five-star hotel called Splendid Night. After booking a room, Wu Congwen took his room card and helped the old man into it.
Closing the door, he carefully helped the latter to the bed and asked anxiously, "Hey, old man, don't scare me. How do you feel?"
Leaning against the bed, the old man shook his head and said, "Don't worry, cough, cough …" "He won't die yet."
Seeing the old man start to speak without spitting blood, Wu Shangwen's worried heart slowly calmed down.
He poured a cup of water for the other party, then called the waiter to bring a roll of gauze and disinfectant alcohol before taking off the old man's shirt. Only then did he take off the old man's shirt, and the arm that was entangled by the whip earlier was covered with circular, spiral wounds, at least one centimeter deep, and the skin and flesh had all rolled up.
In the past when he was in the village, Wu Zewen had specifically learned to bandage his wounds from the old man as well as how to deal with all kinds of injuries. Generally speaking, martial arts experts were half a doctor.
Afterwards, Wu Zewen first used alcohol to clean up the old man's wounds, then carefully wrapped the gauze around him.
"Fortunately, there's no poison on that old man's whip. Otherwise, things would have been troublesome. Cough, cough …"
The old man said.
The old man's cough was noticeably lighter than before, and his complexion was slowly recovering. It was obvious that his injuries were not very serious.
Wu Zewen stared at Xue Haohan's clothes and said, "Therefore, Master did not use poison when he stabbed him in the end. However, I have killed Cang Mu Kong. This person will not let this matter rest.
"What the hell is going on? That Cang Mu Kong is far stronger than you, so why was he killed by you in the end? "
He also explained in detail what had happened during his time in the capital. This also included how he found out about his background, how he killed Black Two and destroyed the experimental base, and how he became the head of the Jing Clan.
The old man couldn't help but clap when he heard that Wu Zewen had led people to set fire to the test site of the T Plan, and he couldn't help but cheer.
However, when he heard that the other party had become the head of the Jing Clan, a strange look flashed across his eyes, and he said: "Alright, you little brat. "Since you are courting the Sect Leader of the Jing Clan, tsk tsk, looks like I have to call you Master."
"Heh heh, to be together with a girl, you have to rely on your own comprehension. I really can't teach you how to do that."
"Scram, f * ck, you really know how to climb."
The old man followed up by slapping Wu Shangwen's face, but unexpectedly pulled the wound and immediately grimaced in pain.
The Master and disciple chatted happily for a while, but Wu Zewen was worried about the old man's wounds, so he didn't dare to go overboard. Suddenly, he remembered something, and asked, "Old man, I know about the cause of our family's destruction, but, can you give me a list of the killers, I want them to die one by one under my hands. "Also, the location of that treasure map is still unknown. The consequences would be unthinkable if it fell into the hands of those assassins."
"Since you are able to kill Cang Mu Kong, then it means that you have the ability to take revenge."
With that, the old man took out a small cloth bag from within his clothes. He took out a piece of yellow paper and said, "This is the list of the people who made the annihilation of the Wu family."
Wu Zewen received it with a solemn face. He opened it layer by layer and a row of names appeared. He counted a total of thirty-one people. Other than a few killed by him, there were still twenty-seven people.
He had originally thought that Feng Xue's name would be on the list, but now he realized that it wasn't one of them.
Although Wu Zewen tried his best to suppress his emotions, when he looked at these names and thought that they might still be living a carefree and carefree life, he clenched his fists tightly as flames of fury flickered in his eyes.
Very quickly, the old man took out a sheepskin scroll from his small bag and handed it to Wu Shangwen, who opened it and saw that other than the topography drawn on it, the words written on it were not Chinese characters at all, nor was it an island character. Wu Zongwen, who was always curvy, had never seen such a thing before, so he immediately used his cell phone to check on the internet, but he didn't find any results.
Seeing Wu Shangwen's frown, the old man smiled bitterly and said: "This half of the map was given to me by your father before he passed away. He said that the other half was taken away by a killer of an island nation named Yichang, and according to your father, your mother was hacked to death by him. Your father told me to tell you, when you grow up, kill your enemy and bring back the other half of the map. The Martial King's tomb cannot fall into the hands of the assassins of the island. "
Upon hearing the old man's words, a bloody scene appeared in his mind, where a virtuous and beautiful woman was killed by an assassin from the island.
His eyes burned with anger.
"Who is this Ichiro Kawada?"
"Leader of the Island Killers' Organization."
Xue Haowei said.
"I will carry his head to the grave of my parents!"
The old man said, "You will meet that Ichiro Fujita sooner or later. Right now, your job is to guard against a sneak attack from Feng Xue." Cang Mu Kong was also a famous expert of the island, and it was said that he was sworn brothers with Feng Xue. The two of them had a deep relationship, so he would not easily let this go. However, Feng Xue was addicted to martial arts. Although he was vicious and cruel, he was not cunning or cunning. Do you know why he is called Feng Xue? "
the old man asked.
Wu Shangwen said, "Maybe it's because he killed too many people."
The old man nodded, "That's right, every time Feng Xue fights with someone, it is a life and death battle, and there is no record of failure. Every time after you kill your opponent, you would cut off their head and tie it to the tree in front of their house. It is said that in the dead of night, ghosts can be heard screaming. "
"Really? Fake?" Wu Zewen felt goosebumps rise all over his body.
The old man smiled and said, "Who cares if he is real or fake, I will still have a good fight with him."
"But, I want to leave for the Himalayas tomorrow, because according to my investigation, the T's main experimental base is in the mountains."
The old man said, "If that's the case, then of course we have to hurry up. If not, a day later, many people will be killed. However, the Himalayan Mountains are thousands of kilometers across, and the weather is bad, the terrain is complex, if we search for it, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. "
"Jingmen has a branch in the Himalayas, I think they must have some clues."
Wu Shangwen said.
"Alright, then we'll set off at dawn tomorrow."
"En!"
Wu Shangwen nodded.
"Hee hee …"
The old man suddenly smiled at Wu Shangwen, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.
"Old man, you're smiling so much, you don't seem to have any good intentions, right?"
Wu Zewen couldn't help but ask.
The old man laughed sinisterly, then walked up to Wu Zewen and mysteriously said, "How about taking me out tonight to enjoy myself?"
"I knew it wouldn't be good if you smiled. I guessed it right. However, will this wound on your arm work? "
Wu Zewen asked worriedly.
When the old man saw Wu Zewen agree, he rolled out of bed and accidentally pulled his wound. He was in so much pain that he grimaced.
"It's fine, it's fine. We're leaving now? "
Wu Zewen wanted to take him to the bathroom to find two ladies of high quality, but after thinking about it, he decided that it would be better to call Lu Wange and ask her to arrange a few ladies for them.
Thinking of this, he said, "There's no need for us to leave. I'll make a phone call and have them come over."
The old man and the monkey said anxiously, "Then hurry up, f * ck, the old man has been hiding in the village for more than 20 years, all for the sake of raising a damn brat like you. "So, tonight you must find me a few more."
The old man complained.