Chapter - 409 Being Driven Mad By Unredressed Mongol Injustice (9) (1/2)

Zhang Wuji was scared out of his wits. He thought he did not use too much force in sealing the acupoints just now; certainly it was not a deadly attack, it would not even cause any minor injury. Could it be that Si Shibo [fourth martial (older) uncle] suffered an unmentionable illness, and the hit he suffered just now had caused it to break out? He broke out in cold sweats and hastily reached out to check Zhang Songxi's breath. Suddenly Zhang Songxi's left hand moved and pulled the fur covering his face.

Two people looked at each other in blank dismay. After a long time Zhang Songxi said, ”Good Wuji, turns out … turns out … it is you. We have treated you with love in vain.” His voice broke, his face was full of anger, tears streaming down, but it was unclear whether he was angry or grieved.

It turned out that he realized he was not the enemy's match and thought that he would die without seeing the enemy's face. If the Four Heroes of Wudang were defeated by an unknown enemy, they would die with their eyes still open. Therefore, first he faked death, and then pulled the fur covering the enemy's face.

First of all, Zhang Wuji was naïve, secondly, he cared about his Si Shibo very much, hence he had never guarded against him. At this moment, he felt worse than if he were put to death by the sword; he felt as if his soul had left him, and he was completely dumbfounded. He only stammered, ”Si Shibo, it wasn't me, it wasn't me … Qi Shishu, it wasn't me … I did not harm him …”

Zhang Songxi laughed a bitter laugh and said, ”Very good, very good. Hurry up and kill us all. Dage, Erge, Liudi [first brother, second brother and sixth brother, respectively], look clearly: this Tartar dog is not an outsider, he is none other than our beloved child, Wuji.” Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and Yin Liting were immobilized; they only stared at Zhang Wuji in disbelief.

Zhang Wuji was completely at a loss; all he could think of was picking up a sword on the ground and slashing his own neck. Zhao Min suddenly called out, ”Zhang Wuji, a real man can endure a momentary injustice; what's the big deal about it? Nothing in this world can be kept secret forever. You must find the ominous criminal who killed Mo Qixia and avenge his death then the Wudang Heroes' love to you won't be in vain.”

Zhang Wuji's heart was stirred; he realized what she said was very reasonable. ”What are we going to do now?” he asked, while walking toward her and massaged the acupoints on her back and waist to unseal them.

In a tender and consoling voice Zhao Min said, ”Don't be so sad! You have so many experts within your Ming Cult; I am also not short of warriors with wisdom and ability. With our combined effort, we will capture the real criminal.”

”Zhang Wuji!” Zhang Songxi called out, ”If you still have any conscience, just kill us four people. I cannot bear to see you and this wicked witch showing affection to each other.”

Zhang Wuji's face turned ashen, he had no idea how to respond. Zhao Min said, ”We must save Han Lin'er first, then come back to find your Yifu, while investigating the real criminal who killed your Mo Qi Shu along the way, and looking for your Biaomei's murderer.”

”Wh … what?” Zhang Wuji was taken by surprise.

Zhao Min coldly said, ”Did you kill Mo Qixia? Why do your four martial uncles insist it was you? Did I kill Yin Li? Why do you insist it was me? Don't tell me you have the right to treat others unjustly and won't allow others to do the same to you?”

These words were like a thunder in a broad daylight, shaking Zhang Wuji's eardrums and straight into his heart. At this moment he realized, based on his personal experience that human affairs are often difficult to judge. Deep in his heart, he knew he was a victim of an ignorant grievance; he thought, ”Could it be that Miss Zhao, she … she … is also going through the same thing that I do? Is she being wronged by others?”