Agent secret Wind Boy

Chapitre 27

Does he even have a brain? Do you think that kind of serial killer would joke around with you? I rolled my eyes helplessly, three black lines appearing on my forehead.

"Bullshit! If I hadn't been quick-witted and picked a leaf to hit his pressure point, this kid would have been dead long ago. Who would have the right to guarantee it?" The old man who came later clearly refused to buy his explanation.

"I also helped deflect that knife, otherwise he would definitely have been disemboweled!" Elder Guan hurriedly claimed credit.

"Two seniors, there's no need to argue anymore. I'm fine, I'm not injured." I carefully pushed the steel knife away, stood up, and ah, it didn't hurt. It hadn't pierced my flesh—I was just too panicked.

"How did you find this place?" I blurted out the question as I stood before the man in black. The words were barely out of my mouth before I regretted them—wasn't asking such a question pointless?

"That wretched woman, Lu Rumei, goes around telling everyone that fifty-three people died in Sunjiawan. I remember it clearly; that day, including the old and the young, fifty-four people were killed. Humph, that Lu is clearly telling me there's one survivor." He looked smug, as if fifty-four lives were as easy for him as killing fifty-four chickens!

"So you followed Lu Rumei's lead and found Jiang Ning?" I looked at him coldly.

"Jiang Mohui's Heartless Decree was discovered in Sunjiawan. The Number One Manor in the World will definitely not sit idly by. Rather than me searching aimlessly on my own, I'd rather have them help me find your whereabouts. Haha! Just as I expected, as soon as I arrived in Jiangning, I heard a very interesting story."

"Stop with the nonsense!" The white-bearded old man walked towards me, casually pointing at the man in black—and he actually shut up obediently?! —The old man was puzzled, gesturing towards me with his hand, "He should have been stabbed, he should have been injured! How come he's alright? No, that's strange! Could it be...?"

Oh right, Xiaofeng is still in the room! How could I forget about her? I rushed into the room and immediately saw Xiaofeng curled up on my bed. I helped her up, and she looked at me with tears in her eyes, making sobbing sounds.

"What's wrong with you? Xiaofeng, don't scare me, say something!" There were no ropes on her body, and nothing was gagged her, so why wasn't she speaking?

"Idiot! She's been acupunctured!" Grandpa Guan poked his head out from behind me, clearly displeased with my foolishness. He flicked his finger, and sure enough, Xiao Feng burst into tears and collapsed into my arms, crying, "Brother Qingyang, my dad, they... they..."

"I know, I know. It's all my fault, it was all my fault. I shouldn't have drawn those pictures. I deserve to die, I attracted that demon!" I hugged Xiaofeng's frail body, filled with remorse. I reached out and stroked her hairline, futilely trying to comfort her—but how could I possibly comfort her in the face of loss? Besides, her grief was, in a sense, my fault. I deserved to die a hundred times over, so what right did I have to comfort her?!

"Wait, wait!" The white-bearded old man followed into the room. Without saying a word, he forcibly separated Xiaofeng and me, grabbed my clothes and wouldn't let go, then quickly reached into my torn collar. "Wait a minute before you cry, let me take a look first!"

"Hey! Jiang! What are you doing? They're crying so hard, it's so lively, why don't you let them continue? Hey! Why are you groping their chests like that?" Elder Guan yelled.

I awkwardly clutched my collar, trying to remain calm. "It's okay, we're all men, a little touch, uh, what's wrong with that?!"

"I see!" Senior Jiang rolled his eyes, snorted coldly, and suddenly grabbed my neck. "Where is he? Where is that brat? Tell me, tell me now!"

"Grandpa Jiang, let's talk this out. Who is this brat you're talking about? I really don't know! Cough, cough!" I inexplicably covered my neck—poor me, I just escaped one danger only to fall into another.

"Hey! Jiang, are you senile? Let go right now!" Elder Guan was clearly caught off guard by this unexpected attack.

"Grandpa, Brother Qingyang is a good person, please let him go!" Xiaofeng pleaded, crying.

"Hmph! You don't know where he is?" Old Master Jiang slammed something on the table with a 'bang'—it was that comic book again! He glared at me. "This is yours, isn't it? Don't try to deny it. I heard you clearly; you obviously admitted it."

"This is definitely my drawing. But, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?" I glanced sideways at the tattered picture book, carefully choosing my words—I had already cursed myself a thousand times over in my mind. If I had known that a comic book would cause me so much trouble and disaster, I shouldn't have presumptuously drawn anything, vainly hoping to play the role of a righteous judge and seek justice for others!

"How can it not be related? It's extremely related!" Old Master Jiang rolled his eyes. "Are you going to tell me now, or wait until I break your leg?!"

"But I really don't understand what you're saying! How am I supposed to explain this to you?" Why can't this person be reasoned with?

"Yes, yes! You, surnamed Jiang, weren't you drunk too?" Old Master Guan nodded repeatedly in agreement with my statement.

"Alright, look, the person in the painting who was almost buried alive is obviously you, the one who miraculously survived, right?" Elder Jiang angrily pointed at the book on the table. "Your purpose in painting this picture is nothing more than to tell others who the real culprit of the Sunjiawan massacre is? In other words, to help someone clear their name, right?!"

Seeing that we remained silent, he continued, "The most rampant rumor in the martial arts world right now is that Jiang Mohui has returned from the dead and is wreaking havoc, killing over fifty people in Sunjiawan. You barely escaped death, yet you risked your life to paint—isn't that to protect this brat?! Also, look at that slash that struck you; even a martial arts master would have a hard time dodging it, and you have absolutely no martial arts skills. Logically, you should have been dead for sure. But you're alive and well. What's the reason for that?"

"How would I know the reason? Maybe God thinks I'm not meant to die?!" I vaguely understood what he was about to say, and I also vaguely understood his identity.

"Hmph! Kid, you're lucky, that's true, but it has nothing to do with fate! That brat gave you the Brocade Cloud Pouch, didn't he? Thinking about it that way, the fact that the Heartless Token appeared there is most likely your doing too." Old Master Jiang glared at him. "So, you still won't tell the truth?"

"What Jin Yun Dou? I've never heard of it." I forced myself to stay calm—anyway, Huaiyuan really hadn't told me that ugly thing was called Jin Yun Dou, so I wasn't lying to him. "I have heard of the name Jiang Mo Hui. However, I don't know him."

"Hmph! You brat, you're really stubborn. Believe me or not, I'll beat you to a pulp!" Old Master Jiang was so angry that he glared at me.

"Hey, it seems your analysis, Jiang, makes sense." Senior Guan slowly took a sip of wine, laughing gleefully. "However, if it's really as you say, and both the Brocade Cloud Pouch and the Heartless Decree are on him, hehe, I advise you not to knock his teeth out."

"Why can't I knock out his teeth?" Grandpa Jiang asked angrily. "This kid is so stubborn. If I don't knock out a few teeth, will he tell the truth?"

Grandpa Guan slowly sipped his wine. "Jiang, if you're not afraid of never seeing your precious grandson again, then go ahead and knock his teeth out. I won't stop you, hehe, please, please!"

"Hmph, you think I'm scared?" Despite saying that, the hand that was tightly gripping my neck slowly relaxed and finally let go of me completely.

I regained my freedom, coughed for a while until I felt a little better, and then quickly took a few steps back to distance myself from him—just kidding, who knows when he might lose his temper again and play with my neck like a toy? Of course, I had to keep my distance for safety.

"Young man, you've already received a favor from that man's grandson, so stop putting on airs. Where is Hui'er? You should just tell me." Old Master Guan then urged me to tell the truth.

I gave a bitter smile, my heart heavy with sorrow. "Old Master Jiang, I truly do not know any Jiang Mohui. As for his whereabouts, I have no idea. You've really come to the wrong person!"

"Are you telling the truth?!" Grandpa Guan seemed unwilling to believe me, tilting his head and squinting at me, trying to find some flaws in my face.

I nodded slowly, smiling sadly, "I promise that I will have absolutely no connection with Jiang Mohui in my entire life!"

"Sigh!" A soft sigh suddenly came from outside the window.

"Who goes there?" Old Master Guan shouted sternly, and quickly rushed out.

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[Volume 2: Farewell Chapter 8: A Thick Fog]

"Who goes there?" Old Master Guan shouted sternly, and quickly rushed out.

With a soft sigh, a figure gracefully entered through the window—it was Huaiyuan. Three months had passed, and he had completely transformed. Though he was now travel-worn and weary, it only made him appear more mature and handsome, tall and slender, like a jade tree in the wind—yet, he felt so unfamiliar. Could he still be the Huaiyuan I knew? Shouldn't it be the master of the number one manor in the world, the ruthless swordsman Jiang Mohui, who has returned?!

"Little Huizi!" Old Master Jiang was so excited that tears streamed down his face.

"Grandpa." Jiang Mohui smiled, but his eyes were fixed on me. "I'm back."

"You naughty boy, since you're not dead, you should have sent a message home! How could you be so heartless as to stay silent for six years!" Old Master Guan was a step behind him, turning back from outside to enter, and forcefully patted his shoulder, but he easily dodged it.

"Grandpa Guan." Jiang Mohui nodded slightly, not even glancing at him, and considered his greeting complete.