45 The Despair of Censor Zhang Yiqi (2/2)
Zhang Yiqi forcefully suppressed his fear in his heart and asked. He then rapidly tried to recall if he had any enemies in the government offices or had punished any guilty officer's sons in the palace. Suddenly, he sadly realized that for the past few years, he had been given cold shoulders by His Majesty and was always being neglected in the court. Hence, he had no rights to punish anyone, and also, how could any guilty officer's sons be working in the palace?
”Normally in stories, people who come to revenge will say that they have no grudges against the officer and are doing this just for the sake of Haotian. They're just doing these to get rid of evil officers, but unfortunately...”
Ning Que shook his head regretfully and said, ”I do have grudges against you. I'm no hero, neither am I a handsome warrior. I'm just a person filled with grudges.”
”You're still young, how is it possible that you have grudges against me?” Zhang Yiqi asked with his trembling voice.
Ning Que coughed two times, before he started using his most emotional and energetic voice to recite slowly. ”I'm from mountain ranges, and I'm here to take your life; I'm from the riverside, and I'm here to take your life; I'm from the grassland, and I'm here to take your life; I'm from the empty small village at the Yan territory, and I'm here to take your life; I'm from the empty General's Mansion in the Chang'an city, and I'm here to take your life.”
Upon hearing the empty village at the Yan territory and the empty General's Mansion in the Chang'an city, Zhang Yiqi had almost fainted. He finally knew what kind of grudges this lad had against him, but it was all too late.
If continuous praising the other party could stop the whole revenge plan, he would certainly not mind putting all the most beautiful praising sentences in the Tianqi Year of Tang together to form a poem for him, but he knew this was impossible. Regardless of whether it was the massacre in the village, or the killing of Xuanwei General's family, both were grudges that could never be forgiven.
Zhang Yiqi was staring at the lad hopelessly. He knew that he could no longer live after today, but yet he still wished to delay some time as he cried and said, ”I was just following the orders. I was just...”
He was preparing to shout out loud for help. He believed that if he pretended to ask for forgiveness and ended up shouting for help, this lad would not be able to react fast in time. As long as he could shout for help, he trusted that his bodyguard or the hatchet man in the brothel would definitely react to him. By then, this lad would be dead with him as well, or perhaps... this lad might be too panicked to remember to kill him.
This seemed to be a perfect plan. However, the censor had been living in Chang'an for too long to know that at Min Mountain, before the hunter would cut to separate the prey's meat and skin, he would certainly observe his prey to make sure it was really dead. Just when the censor started to take a deep breath, Ning Que's palm was already placed through the hole of the small bed.
Like an iron palm, he slammed into Zhang Yiqi's throat. Though no external injuries were seen, his interior soft bones were all broken.
Ning Que stood up, casually took out a metal nail and aimed it at the censor's back of the head. After using the rusty yet sharp nail to aim for a spot, he used the table leg in his right hand to hammer it down.
A dull and soft ”pop” sound was heard, it was the same sound that was heard when the grassland barbarians used their sharp curved knives to poke open the leather bag that was filled with wine. The rusty nail had pierced through Zhang Yiqi's skull and was hammered deeply into his head.
Ning Que quickly placed a piece of the snow-white towel over the back of his head. He then aimed directly at the spot where the nail was hammered into and exerted pressure using both his hands. He tipped his toes and used all his strength to press it down, causing the small bed to produce a creaking sound, as though the bed would fall apart anytime soon.
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