Flying Dust Chapter 72.2:
The two of them rode their horses for a day and arrived at a small town that was not prosperous, and found an inn to stay at. Since there were not enough rooms plus a few horse vendors, Mo Feichen and Luo Qingyu shared a room.
After dinner, the two of them turned off the lights and went to sleep.
About an hour later, Mo Feichen turned towards Luo Qingyu, “Do you feel that it is particularly quiet?”
“Because…. Everyone is asleep?” Luo Qingyu didn’t understand why Mo Feichen asked this question.
Mo Feichen laughed lightly and sat up.
Outside the window, black shadows swept past, fast as if blown by the wind of the tree shadow. The only pity is that this inn, outside of it, did not plant trees.
Luo Qingyu took a breath and sat up too.
Someone was lurking outside their room.
Mo Feichen stretched out his palm and pressed down, signaling Qingyu to slow down his breathing and pretend to be asleep.
Those people were very patient and waited for another hour or so.
At a certain moment when their breaths lengthened, a straw stretched through the doorway.
The faint smell of flowers and leaves filled the room, but unfortunately Mo Feichen and Luo Qingyu had already held their breath. The door latch was knocked open by a dagger and several people dressed as horse vendors quietly walked in, the dagger next to Mo Feichen’s throat, not yet pulled down, suddenly the wrist of people who were lying on the bed twisted; the sound of bone cracking exceptionally loud.
Luo Qingyu’s side is also the same.
Another two people’s situation was not right, then suddenly they took their sword out.
But how could they be Mo Feichen’s opponents, less than three moves their acupuncture points were going to be sealed.
The two people who had their wrists twisted off saw that the situation was not right, and even used the dagger to commit suicide.
Luo Qingyu stepped forward and asked the two people who had their acupoints sealed, “Who are you? Who sent you here?”
Suddenly, Mo Feichen reached out and strangled the mouths of those two, signaling to Luo Qingyu to remove the poison sacs from their mouths.
“If you want to die, this Master will grant your wish, but you have to answer my question before you die. When the time comes, I’ll let you both die the way you want.”
Those two people’s temperament is still quite hard, they directly closed their eyes and did not say anything.
“Your disguise is actually quite a failure, being a horse trader you always need to ride a horse often, but unfortunately, your two legs are not loopy enough.” Mo Feichen flicked the tip of the nose of one of them with his finger, “When we were eating downstairs, the waiter asked you what you wanted, you only said whatever you wanted, because you were afraid that if you spoke for a long time, I would hear your western region accent. But brother, I know you have the blood (lineage) of the Central Plains, but this high nose of yours is really too much of a Western flavor, let me not even think of not paying attention to it even if I want to.”
“Kill or be killed … Do as you wish!”
Luo Qingyu glanced at Mo Feichen and seemed to think that it was not easy to get any information out of them.
“En, in our Central Plains, there is a punishment called the Thousand Knives. It is to use a fishing net to strangle out a small piece of a person’s muscle, use a sharp dagger to slice it off, and then strangle out another small piece and slice it off. Nine hundred and ninety-nine cuts are required before the last cut is made into the heart.” The oil lamp’s swaying light made Mo Feichen’s clear face appear terrifying, and even Luo Qingyu, who was standing by the side, shivered.
“You’re lying to me.”
“Not really count as lying, apart from the fact that usually, after I cut a hundred or so slashes, that person still will die.” Mo Feichen licked his lips and drank a mouthful of tea, “In fact, I already know who you guys were sent by … the Blood Worshiping Cult, don’t you? And not only Xiu Shui Palace, you also sent people to assassinate other sects, because you do not want Wen Qianliu to gather all these sects. But there is one thing that your sect master didn’t think of, if the assassination fails, it will only make the Central Plains martial arts people want to wipe out the Blood Worshiping Sect even more.”
“Just rely on this group of rabble (disorderly band), humph!”
“That’s right, we are the rabble. I am going to ask you a question now, whether the Central Plains martial arts world knows about it or not, actually it does not affect whether this alliance will be formed or not. Did He Yunfeng go to your guys’ Blood Worshiping Sect?”
“I don’t know.” Both of them replied in unison.
Suddenly, Mo Feichen thought that this phrase sounded quite familiar, and it was a common line in a certain kind of TV drama.
Looking at these two blood-worshippers cult members, they really do have a bit of a heroic spirit.
Ai, heroism is out of date.
Mo Feichen shivered and turned to Luo Qingyu, “Go find a fishing net and a dagger.”
“You really want to go?”
Mo Feichen suddenly turned his head and said, “Who? !”
Surprisingly, someone was able to come to the door of the room without him noticing.
That person had a slight smile on his lips, the waves of light in his eyes were palpitating, his arms were clasped in front of his chest, and he seemed to have been watching Mo Feichen for a long time.
“Jun Wushuang! It’s you!” Mo Feichen suddenly felt so much at ease.
“Is it me who is so strange? The Mirror Water Sect’s way to Mu Yun Mountain Villa is also this way ah.” Jun Wushuang walked over to those two Blood Worshippers and suddenly and violently graced one of them on the table, and with a flash of cold light from his sleeve, a piece of flesh on that person’s face was cut off.
Luo Qingyu huffed and took two steps backward.
Mo Feichen froze for half a moment, then rushed up and pressed his hand, “What are you doing? !”
“Aren’t you the one who said that you want to ‘kill him with a thousand knives’? You can’t ask anything with a soft heart like that.” Jun Wushuang smiled and looked towards the other Blood Worshiper who had his eyes wide open, “If you don’t answer the question he asked you just now, I will cut off your companion’s nose. If you still don’t answer, I will continue to cut, and if you are not going to answer the question, he will be cut to death one by one.”
The one who was pressed on the table trembled all over because of the pain and looked at his companion with indescribable emotions in his eyes.
However Jun Wushuang made a gesture that the second cut was about to go down.
