Zhang Yiqi struggled with all his might. Wearing only a pair of silk pants, he squirmed like a disgusting worm on the short bed. His mouth was gagged with a towel, and he made muffled cries for help from time to time.
The towel tied his hands and feet to the short bed was tied with a strange knot. The wild boars in Min Mountain could not break free even if they struggled for a whole night. Moreover, Zhang Yiqi was old and his body was not as strong as before. Moreover, he had been wasted by alcohol and women these years. His so-called struggle was futile and comical. The muffled cries for help were not louder than the buzzing of mosquitoes.
Zhang Yiqi immediately realized this in despair. After all, he was a Tang official who dared to ignore hundreds of ghosts. At this critical moment, he forced himself to calm down and stop struggling. Instead, he listened to the sounds around him.
There was someone in the room, and it was obvious that the person did not want to hide. The sound of steady and clear footsteps came from behind Zhang Yiqi, gradually approaching, and was about to reach him. Zhang Yiqi wanted to see who dared to act so recklessly, but he suddenly thought of something. His body stiffened, and under the pressure of fear, he used all his strength … and closed his eyes tightly.
A murderer who dared to tie up a guest in the House of Red Sleeves must be very brave and ruthless. If he found out that he had seen his face, how could he survive? Yes, he was indeed an imperial censor. But in the history of the Tang Empire, many officials died in the hands of boorish men!
"This is not as fun as I thought. I thought that after your mouth was gagged, you would mutter that you didn't like it. Then, I could use this thing in my hand to make you feel pain and pleasure. I didn't expect you to be so obedient so quickly. Alright, open your eyes. "
The voice was clear and calm with a hint of sarcasm. It did not sound like a murderer at all, but more like a young man joking with someone in a workshop in Chang 'an.
Zhang Yiqi thought that he could not be fooled. He closed his eyes tightly and even felt a pain between his eyebrows. He refused to open his eyes, but in his heart, he kept guessing who this young man was and why he wanted to deal with him.
"Open your eyes, or I will really burst your chrysanthemum with this thing in my hand." The young man's voice was calm, but it seemed that he would do what he said.
Zhang Yiqi no longer dared to guess what the other party was thinking. He opened his eyes in trepidation and looked forward in horror.
She saw a youth half-squatting in front of the short bed, looking at her with a smile from less than half a step away, as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land. In his hand, he was holding a table leg that was two feet long. At this moment, with such an expression and such concentration, he could not help but look a little crazy.
Ning Que looked at the censor's flushed face seriously and smiled gently. "I will remove the towel from your mouth, but please control your volume. If your volume is too loud, I will have to kill you immediately. I know there are many officials in the Tang Empire who are not afraid of death, but you are definitely not one of them."
But in Zhang Yiqi's eyes, this childish face, this gentle smile, exuded the coldest feeling. The other party did not mask his face and was not worried about being seen by him. In fact, he even wanted him to see it. Then, there were only two possibilities. The young man had a powerful background and was not worried about the anger of a censor after being humiliated. Or … he wanted to kill him.
"Do we have a feud?"
Zhang Yiqi forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart and asked. He quickly thought of his political enemies and the descendants of the officials who had been punished. But he sadly found that he had been suppressed by His Majesty in the imperial court for the past few years and had no right to offend anyone. How could there be descendants of the officials who had been punished?
"In a normal story, many avengers would say at this time, 'I have no feud with you. I am just doing this for the sake of the people in the world, so I have to act on behalf of Haotian and punish all the treacherous officials. But unfortunately …"
Ning Que regretfully shook his head and said, "We really have a feud. So I am not a hero, nor a handsome young warrior. I am just a petty person who holds a grudge. "
"How old are you? What feud can we have?" Zhang Yiqi asked with a trembling voice.
Ning Que coughed twice and then began to recite slowly in the most affectionate tone and the most energetic tone, "I come from the mountains and rivers, to take your life; I come from the river, to take your life; I come from the grassland, to take your life; I come from the uninhabited small village in the Yan territory, to take your life; I come from the uninhabited General's Mansion in Chang 'an City, to take your life."
Upon hearing the uninhabited village in the Yan territory and the uninhabited General's Mansion in Chang 'an City, Zhang Yiqi's vision went black and he almost fainted. He finally knew what feud he had with the lad in front of him, but it was too late.
If continuous praise could stop the other party from taking revenge, he would definitely not mind praising this pile of bullsh * t as the most perfect poem in the Tianqi era of the Tang Empire. But he knew it was impossible. Whether it was the massacre of the village or the extermination of the Xuanwei General's family, it was an irreconcilable feud in the world.
Zhang Yiqi's eyes were bleak and desperate as he looked at the lad in front of him. He did not expect to survive today, but he still wanted to buy some time. He said with a sad face, "I was ordered by someone, I just …"
He was prepared to shout for help. He believed that the lad would not be able to react in time if his desperate plea turned into a scream. As long as he shouted for help, both his guards and the thugs from the brothel would definitely react. By then, the lad would have to die with him. Maybe … the lad would even forget to kill him in his panic.
This plan seemed perfect, but the censor who had lived in Chang 'an for a long time did not know how vigilant the hunters in Min Mountain would be towards their seemingly dead prey before they cut off their meat and skin. Just as he was about to inhale, Ning Que's palm had already pierced through the hole in the short bed when the airflow in his lungs was still far away from his vocal cords.
The steel-like palm stabbed into Zhang Yiqi's throat. His skin did not show any signs of damage, but the cartilage inside was already cracked.
Ning Que stood up and took out a random iron nail and aimed it at the back of the censor's head. He used the rusty but still sharp nail to measure the center of the censor's head. Then, he held the table leg with his right hand and smashed it down.
There was a soft muffled sound, like the sound of a grassland barbarian's sharp machete piercing through a leather bag filled with wine. The rusty iron nail pierced through Zhang Yiqi's skull and pierced deeply into it until it disappeared.
Ning Que quickly placed a snow-white towel on the back of the censor's head and aimed at the spot where the rusty nail had pierced into the skull. He pressed down on the towel with both hands and stood on his tiptoes. He used all his strength and because he used too much strength, the short bed began to creak as if it was about to fall apart.
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