593 Hero (1/2)
Luo Ningcha was still unaware of the situation's seriousness. She pointed the saber at Shangguan Nu's vitals but didn't act. Instead, she watched as he spat out blood and lifted his iron hook.
The narrow saber fell, and Luo Ningcha's body swayed backwards. She suddenly came to her senses and realized the severity of the situation. But she had forgotten the name of the Waning Moon Hall disciple. Tongue-tied, she was actually still trying to recall her name.
Shangguan Nu rose from the ground and wiped the blood from his mouth. He wobbled towards his wife with his right iron hook held high. He wanted to kill this woman, even if the whole world was against him.
Of all the people who had humiliated him, from the officers of the Central Plains, nobles of the Norland, the Unique King, to even the Dragon King, they were all so high in the air that their faces were blurred. Only this woman could be seen clearly and was close enough for him to exact vengeance wantonly.
Luo Ningcha was stunned. She neither begged for mercy nor shouted. She was still brooding over the name of that madwoman as if it were a magic spell that could reverse the imminent danger as long as she said it out aloud.
Shangguan Nu stopped five steps away, his iron hook still held high.
Luo Ningcha suddenly remembered the name. ”Han Fen.” She raised her voice and called out again, louder this time, ”Han Fen!”
The ghostlike madwoman did not appear. Shangguan Nu also did not move, but his eyes grew fiercer and the veins on his forehead twitched as if he were going mad.
Luo Ningcha suspected that he was losing his ability to move again but dared not to verify her theory herself. She moved backwards step by step and finally decided that it was better to order someone else to do something like murder while she watched by the side.
When she hit something behind her, Luo Ningcha, who was in extreme fear, almost fainted. Her body softened and collapsed.
Gu Shenwei held her waist while fixing his eyes on Shangguan Nu. It was the first time they had met after Heaven's Pass.
As Luo Ningcha looked up at the Dragon King, her whole heart suddenly melted. Just like how the little her had done so when asking her father for help when things didn't go her way, she held onto him, sputtering out, ”He, he wants to kill me,” between sobbing sounds.
But Gu Shenwei wasn't the Big Head God, and he pushed her away while saying, ”Go back to the Flower Camp.”
”No, I want to see you avenge me. He killed the Big Head God … And your father.”
”It's not the time for revenge. Leave now.”
Gu Shenwei's tone was a bit harsh, so Luo Ningcha was very displeased. ”Why are you always so grumpy? You weren't like this in the castle.”
Luo Ningcha turned her head and glanced at Shangguan Nu who was obviously in a state of panic and alert. She suddenly put on a cheerful smile and added in a seductive tone, ”But I love it.”
As she said that, she ambiguously caressed the Dragon King's chest before slowly walking out of the tent. She paused for a moment at the door to see the damage caused by her harsh blow.
Shangguan Nu was like a wild animal driven to the edge of a cliff by a pack of hounds, full of desperate terror and savagery, wielding his incomplete claws, and trying to make a deadly counterattack.
Luo Ningcha's heart skipped a beat, frightened yet satisfied.
”Did you sleep with her?” asked Shangguan Nu, his iron hook still held high in the air.
Gu Shenwei even felt a bit of compassion for him, an emotion that had long become unfamiliar. In less than a month, Shangguan Nu's characteristics of a killer, which were actually not much anyways, had almost completely disappeared, leaving behind only pure hatred and rage. Such a person, no matter how advanced his kung fu was, was no different from a lamb to be slaughtered.
”Put your pants on.”
Shangguan Nu looked down and frantically pulled up his trousers at once, the iron hook almost scratching his thigh.
Humiliation was a magical feeling. It might seem weak, but it often overwhelmed a deeper feeling like love and hate. Shangguan Nu immediately felt like a clown. He didn't even know what he was jealous of. He had never loved that woman. He had killed the Big Head God himself. What did it have to do with him whether she was a slut or a good wife?
Frustrated, he slumped to the bedside in a daze, and said after a while, ”What are you waiting for? Avenge yourself now.”
”It's not the time for revenge now.” Gu Shenwei repeated what he had said to Luo Ningcha.
”Heh, you're going to keep torturing me until I can't bear it and commit suicide myself?”
”There's no point in torturing. Killers don't do that.”
”You still think you're a killer?” Shangguan Nu sneered, ”Funny words, such sheer hypocrisy. Killers are just another kind of slave that dominates in their own world but can only be lackeys when they meet real strength.”
After the double blow he had suffered in the Central Plains and Norland, Shangguan Nu had become cynical, but this was the first time he had said such words.
Gu Shenwei didn't want to explain. It was a waste of time to argue with a man who had lost his dignity and fighting spirit. Besides, he didn't want to fall into nothingness along with the other side's topic. ”The Central Plains has bought over a Norland noble, who's now acting as a mole. I want to know who he is.”
Shangguan Nu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. ”So you didn't kill me because I am still useful.”
”You're still useful enough to buy your own life.”
”The identity of the mole is a secret of the Central Plains. Why would I know?”
This was an obvious fact. Shangguan Nu knew that the Dragon King had been invited to the Norland as a guest. If he himself didn't have some valuable information, he would not have dared to seek refuge with the nobles.