Chapter 38: I Will Do It Myself Next Time Part Two

“It was Li Yuan who came up with the idea. He is the vicious one. We aren’t involved. Hero… please don’t kill me. If you kill me, you can’t walk out of Long-West State. It was Li Yuan who forced me to poison Cui Lueshang; it isn’t my idea!”

“Why?” Cui Lueshang froze, and his face became pale. “Why are you planning to kill me?”

Liu Yineng said in a panic, “It was Li Yuan… he is jealous that you get to participate in the entrance exam of the Martial Arts Academy. That was why he ordered me to put poison in the food to kill you and put the blame on Brother Shang.”

Cui Lueshang’s lips twitched, and he shivered as he walked to Liu Yineng. He asked in a sad tone, “You are vicious enough to kill a friend just for the spot in the entrance exam of the Martial Arts Academy?”

“BS!” Fang Jie cussed, “Do you still think that they treat you as a friend?”

Cui Lueshang’s anger was ignited, and this kind and dull man kicked Liu Yineng’s chin, sending the latter to fly back. Then, he rushed up and pulled up Liu Yineng by his collar.

“We have been peers for so many years; how come you are so vicious?”

“It is you who were too dumb,” Fang Jie said before looking at Li Yuan with doubt, “How come he is still not dead?”

Da Quan suddenly thought of something and asked, “Did the poison get eliminated by the boiling water? Or was the poison weakened?”

“Really?” Fang Jie hesitated for a second before grabbing that iron pot. Looking at the water in the pot, he said to Mu Xiaoyao, “Help him sit up. After all the water is poured into his stomach, we will know if the poison was weakened.”

Li Yuan groaned and fainted due to fear.

Dozens of meters away, the crippled old man sat on a big boulder and watched the drama. He frowned and murmured, “What a mess.”

Then, this old man turned around and walked away. After taking two steps, he turned back around and shouted at Fang Jie, “If you are going to kill them, do it quick. It is late into the night. If they scream at will, they will disturb the people camping in the area. Do you have any social morals?”

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-The Campsite of Beckon of the Red Sleeve-

The crippled old man sat before his carriage, raised his giant liquor gourd, and drank a mouthful of liquor. Before he could chug it, Aunt Xi asked in the compartment, “Grandpa Luo, what is going on?”

“Nothing. Fang Jie and the other two are killing a few dirty b*stards from Xiang City. Although they are from big families, this wouldn’t be a big problem. If those three execute it cleanly, nothing could be traced.”

“Alright,” Aunt Xi said, “As long as it doesn’t delay our journey. Please pay more attention. If they cause trouble due to their carelessness, we can’t be dragged into it. We are still more than 5,000 kilometers away from Chang’an. They are doing things right after we left Mountain-East Circuit; who knows what troubles they will cause at Chang’an.”

“That kid isn’t dumb,” the crippled old man laughed, closed his eyes, and leaned against the compartment. “It is late into the night. Ms. Xi, please rest early; we need to be on the road tomorrow. Those three can take care of it. There is almost no one in the wilderness, and no one will discover anything for a few days. When others notice that those people are missing, we would be hundreds of kilometers away.”

“Eh, Grandpa Luo, you should rest early as well. You can sleep in the tent. The wind will be strong late into the night. You don’t need to guard here.”