Xu Dechang was dead, and his disciple Yang Xia was missing.
At first, Upper Yuan City was abuzz with the news, but after a few days, it was silent.
Zhang Ming and the others knew who the murderer was, but there was nothing they could do.
Three months passed just like that.
In the Minister of Justice's residence, Bian Cheng had just been reprimanded by his father. At this time, his face was gloomy, and his heart was filled with anger.
"Damn it, the old man only knows how to reprimand me. What did I do wrong? I'm so angry." As soon as he entered the room, he flew into a rage and threw things all over the floor.
"Scram, scram, scram, all of you, scram far away from me, don't let me see you!" He kicked a servant, causing him to tumble, and roared loudly.
The servants and maids hurriedly ran away. No one dared to provoke Bian Cheng at this time.
After throwing a tantrum for a while, Bian Cheng felt thirsty, so he shouted again, "Come, bring me some tea."
He shouted a few times, but no one answered. The servants and maids had already run away. No one dared to come over at this time.
Just as he was about to shout again, a manservant suddenly came in with tea.
Regardless of the consequences, Bian Cheng took the tea and drank it.
The tea was not hot, and the temperature was just right. It had a sweet taste and was very delicious.
This servant was tactful!
Bian Cheng thought, so he asked lightly, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"
The servant replied, "I'm new here!"
Bian Cheng did not care. The Bian residence was big, so it was not strange that he had not seen many servants.
"This tea is good. What's its name?" He took another sip and asked.
"This tea is called Death by a Thousand Cuts!" The servant smiled and said slowly.
"Death by a Thousand Cuts?" Bian Cheng asked curiously, "Why is it called such a name?"
"Because you're going to be killed by a thousand cuts!" The servant's voice seemed to come from the horizon and entered Bian Cheng's ears.
Bian Cheng finally realized that something was wrong. Just as he was about to shout, he suddenly felt the world spinning and he lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he found himself in a dark room. His body was tied up and he could not move.
After finally remembering what had happened, Bian Cheng looked at the manservant who was sharpening the knife in front of him and said angrily, "Who are you? Let me go, or I'll make sure you die a horrible death. "
Yang Xuan picked up a rag and wiped the water off the boning knife. He smiled and said, "Young Master Bian is really forgetful. The whip marks on my back haven't healed yet."
"You … You … You're that little coroner!!!" Bian Cheng finally saw Yang Xuan's face clearly.
A feeling of fear came from his heart, causing Bian Cheng's face to turn pale in an instant. "You … what are you doing?"
"Death by a thousand cuts, of course!" Yang Xuan smiled. The boning knife in his hand had already made the first cut on Bian Cheng's body.
Blood flowed out. The first piece of meat belonging to Bian Cheng was cut off by Yang Xuan.
Hearing Bian Cheng's screams, Yang Xuan's eyes revealed a satisfied smile.
For this moment, he had painstakingly planned for three months and finally succeeded. How could he let Bian Cheng die so easily?
The boning knife cut down again and again. Bian Cheng's blood flowed out.
With the knowledge of coroner in his mind, Yang Xuan clearly knew that cutting from there would cause the greatest pain to Bian Cheng, but would not cause him to die immediately.
Bian Cheng wailed in pain for an entire day before he breathed his last breath in satisfaction.
No one knew whether he regretted it at the last moment. Perhaps, the immense pain and fear had made him unable to consider the serious question of whether he regretted it or not.
Murderer, Yang Xia!
After writing these words on the wall with Bian Cheng's blood, Yang Xuan threw down the boning knife and heaved a sigh of relief. He muttered, "Old man, I've already avenged you. It's time for me to leave this world and reincarnate into a good body."
With that, he quietly waited for him to be judged as a failure and sent back to the entrance.
The scenery began to blur.
Yang Xuan took a deep breath and gave up the last hope in his heart.
This Bian Cheng was not an outsider, but a native of this world.
If he killed a native, he would be judged as a failure and be sent back.
The speed at which the scenery became blurry began to accelerate. Slowly, Yang Xuan felt a suction force coming from the void, wanting to suck him in.
But at this moment, an inexplicable fluctuation suddenly came from his body.
Accompanied by this fluctuation, the suction force seemed to be stunned. After a moment of silence, it retreated like a tide and disappeared without a trace.
The surrounding scenery began to become clear again. In just a few breaths, it returned to its original state.
Yang Xuan's eyes flashed with a strange color.
He was very familiar with the fluctuation coming from his body. It was the fluctuation of the black bead.
However, since entering the illusion, he had not been able to feel the black bead. Why was there a fluctuation at this moment, and why was it stopping him from being sent out of the illusion?
Did that mean that no matter how he killed the people of this world, he would not be judged as a failure?
Cheat?
A term appeared in Yang Xuan's mind.
What was the difference between this and playing a game with an undying cheat?
After thinking for a long time, Yang Xuan decided to leave this place first. Since he did not fail, he still had a chance.
He had a hunch that he could obtain information about the three boundary plants from the Martial God's inheritance, which was what he was most concerned about.
Yang Xuan left Upper Yuan City. Since the news was not spread, he was now a fugitive. No matter the reason, he had killed someone.
He did not want to be caught and beheaded.
He kept heading west. After walking for more than 10 days, even he did not know where he was.
When he passed by a small town, he decided to take a rest.
Before he lifted his foot, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him.
When he turned around, he could not help but smile bitterly.
It was Zhang Ming and the others.
Zhang Ming and the others saw him from afar. After riding their horses in front of Yang Xuan, they dismounted and surrounded Yang Xuan.
Zhang Ming looked at Yang Xuan silently.
After a long while, he suddenly smiled and patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder. "You're a man!"
The others also smiled and patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder. "You're a man!"
"Good man!"
"You've got guts!"
Yang Xuan smiled bitterly and looked at Zhang Ming. "Brother Zhang, there's nothing else to say. Take me back."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.
Zhang Ming patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're a man, but we're not?"
After saying that, he turned around and asked the others, "Who saw Yang Xia?"
"I didn't see him. Where is he?"
"We chased him all the way here and didn't see anything. Sigh."
"I didn't see him, I didn't see him. Let's look elsewhere."
Everyone had smiles on their faces and lied through their teeth.
Yang Xuan felt a warm current in his heart. Who said these people were not cute?
After getting back on the horse, Zhang Ming lowered his voice and said, "Don't enter the city. There's a wanted poster."
After saying that, he took one last look at Yang Xuan and led the others away.
Looking at the departing figures of Zhang Ming and the others, Yang Xuan smiled and shook his head. After thinking for a while, he changed his direction and entered the forest beside the town.
Two days later, Yang Xuan stopped by a river, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
There was a person by the river. She was barefoot and had white hair.
Little Snow!
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