Chapter 44 (2/2)
Zhang Yi Qi forced himself to suppress his fear and asked, recalling quickly his foes in politics and the offsprings of the officials he punished before. But he found out sadly that in the recent few years, he was suppressed ruthlessly by the emperor to the edge of the court, so he did not have the ability to offend anyone.
“In a common story, at this moment, many avengers will say, there’s no hostility between us, I’m just trying to help everyone in the world, to represent the Heaven and kill you treacherous court officials, but unfortunately…..”
Ning Que shook his head and said, “there’s actually hostility between us. Therefore I am not one of those people who represent justice; I’m just an insignificant guy who bears a grudge on you.”
“You are so young, how can there be hostility between us?”
Ning Que coughed and then began using his most emotional tone, most saturated spirit to slowly recite, “I come from the mountains, to take your life; I come from the river, to take your life; I come from the gra.s.slands, to take your life; I come from the unmanned little village in Yan, to take your life; I come from the uninhabited General’s mansion in Chang An, to take your life.”
Hearing the two sentences about the unmanned little village in Yan and the uninhabited general’s mansion in Chang An, Zhang Yi Qi almost pa.s.sed out. Finally, he knew the hostility that existed between the youngster and him. But it was already too late.
If constant praises could make the opponent stop seeking vengeance, he wouldn’t mind to use the best poems in Tang to applaud him but he knew it was impossible. The slaughtering of the village and the death of the entire Xuan Wei general’s family were hostilities that could not be resolved in the world.
Zhang Yi Qi looked hopelessly at the youngster and knew that he could not live today but he wanted to buy some time so he cried and said, “Someone ordered me to do it, I’m just….”
He prepared to shout out for help as he believed that if the seemingly hopeless beg for mercy eventually became a scream for help, then the youngster would not be able to react fast enough. He believed that as long as he spoke the word help, his guardian or the hatchet man in the brothel would respond. At that point, the youngster will die with him too, or even….probably the youngster would forget to kill him.
This plan looked very promising but the censor who lived in Chang An for so long did not know how cautious Mian Mountain hunters are with seemingly dead prey even before they actually cut the prey’s meat and separate the prey’s skin. When he just about to breathe, as the air in his lungs was still very far away from his vocal cords, Ning Que’s hand was already out.
The iron-like hand harshly stabbed into Zhang Yi Qi’s throat. His skin did not look broken at all, but the tenders inside were already fragmented.
Ning Que stood up, took out a nail which he casually picked up from somewhere, aimed at a point on the back of the censor’s brain, put up the rusty yet still sharp nail point and used his right hand to harshly punch down the table leg.
Pu, like the sound of gra.s.sland barbarians using sharp knives to pierce the bag that was filled with wine, the rusty iron nail penetrated through Zhang Yi Qi’s skull and stabbed in completely.
Ning Que quickly put a white towel on the back of his brain, to the place where the rusty nail penetrated into the skull. He used his two hands to press down the towel hard. His two feet tiptoed and he used all of his power and because he pressed so hard, the bed began to make a sound as if it were about to break.
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