Chapter - 433 What is Love? (8) (1/2)

Zhu Ziliu hesitated, ”Martial Uncle was killed when he was searching for the Passionless Flower antidote,” he explained.

In the mean time, Huang Rong and her company arrived. Hearing Zhu Ziliu's explanation, she immediately examined the Indian Monk's body, but she could not find anything. She searched all the pockets in his clothes… nothing. ”Did your Martial Uncle say anything to you?” she asked.

”No,” answered Zhu Ziliu. ”When Martial Uncle and I came out of this kiln, we never thought danger was lurking.”

Huang Rong fixed her gaze on the Indian Monk's smiling face and a thought flashed into her mind. She stooped and looked at the Divine Monk's hands. Her heart was pounding, for she saw between his right thumb and index finger some dark-purplish grass-like herbs. Slowly she pried open his fingers and took the grass away. ”What kind of grass is this?” she mused.

Zhu Ziliu only shook his head.

Huang Rong smelled it. The grass had an awful smell, she almost threw-up.

”Madame Guo, careful!” said Yideng, ”That is 'Intestine Severing' grass. It's very poisonous.”

Huang Rong stared blankly. She lost hope.

At that moment the Wu brothers along with Li Mochou arrived. Upon hearing that the grass was very dangerous, Xiuwen said to Huang Rong, ”Shiniang [martial female master – Shifu's wife], let's give that grass to this demoness.”

”Shan zai! Shan zai! [lit. good, peace] Young man, don't be so cruel,” Yideng rebuked him.

”Grand Martial Master,” said Xiuwen, ”Are we supposed to show mercy to an evil person like this woman?”

By now the fire had reached the trees and bushes around the kiln.

”The fire comes from the east, let us retreat to that hilly area to the north, and talk this matter over,” Huang Rong gave her command. Everybody complied and as they arrived there, the buildings around the kiln had started to burn.

Although Li Mochou's accupoints were sealed, she was still able to walk, but without her internal energy. Secretly cursing her bad luck she tried to unseal herself. She thought she would try to escape when the enemy was not looking. Unexpectedly, her chest and stomach hurt like hell as soon as she did that, ”Ah!” she screamed in agony. What happened was that she had depressed the poison using her internal energy before. However, when her accupoints were sealed, her energy was also neutralized. Now that she tried to circulate her energy, the poison was flowing alongside and attacked her inner organs.

Her eyes saw stars floating around; she was writhing in agony and almost lost consciousness. Yang Guo and Xiao Longnü walked toward her, but what she saw was a young couple, a handsome man and a lovely young woman and right in front of her they suddenly turned into Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun. She leaped and screamed, ”Zhanyuan! You are so cruel! You still have a face to see me?” Because she was thinking about love, the poison in her body became more active than ever. She was in so much pain that her body writhed, her face contorted and white as a sheet of paper. She looked so frightening. Everybody stepped back a few steps seeing her behaving like a mad woman.

Li Mochou had always been a proud woman; never in her life did she ask any favor from anybody. But with her dying breath she cried incessantly, ”Oohh… ah! Help! Ohh … somebody help me, please …” Her voice was truly heartrending.

”The only one who could help you was my Martial Uncle,” Zhu Ziliu answered and pointed to the Indian Monk's body. ”Why did you kill him?”

”Yes! I killed him!” the demoness gritted her teeth and screamed, ”I've killed all kinds of people, good people, bad people, I killed them all! I want to die! Why are you still alive? I want you to die with me!” Her body swayed, her breathing shortened, and suddenly she lunged toward Wu Dunru's sword.