748 Corridor (2/2)

Lu Mian glanced back and forth at the two and eventually focused on Old Man Mu, ”Not only am I going to sever your tendons, but also your tongue, so that you will never be able to speak nonsense again.”

Deng Yuanlei gave several cheers at this statement.

Old Man Mu shut his mouth right away as though he would never talk again.

Lu Mian grabbed one of Old Man Mu's arms and aimed the dagger at his wrist.

Old Man Mu had once had his tendons cut by Lotus and he knew what it felt like, so he couldn't help cry out loud, ”Dragon King, I'm going to tell them the truth!”

Gu Shenwei threw a palm strike at Lu Mian's right knee, which used up all the internal energy that he had painstakingly saved up.

With a screech, Lu Mian several hops back and whirled around before falling to the ground. As luck would have it, the dagger in his hand coincidentally stabbed into Deng Yuanlei's left shank.

Lu Mian passed out, and his screeching was replaced by that of Deng Yuanlei's.

The screech was like divine music to Old Man Mu, who closed his eyes and listened for a while before saying, ”Dragon King, shall we leave now?”

”I can't.” Gu Shenwei still had to wait for the effect of the paralytic powder to wear off.

Old Man Mu was deeply disappointed. But then, when he looked at Deng Yuanlei who was lying opposite to him and sweating in pain, he rejoiced again. ”Hey, Old Deng, you're from the Central Plains, so didn't you make prediction with your divination techniques? Your luck is running contrary to the White Tiger constellation, which makes you extremely vulnerable to metal, so every time you came near a weapon today, you were hit by it. Haha!”

Deng Yuanlei's hand, shoulder and leg had been wounded consecutively. Especially this time, the pain came from deep in the bone, which left him unable to even hear Old Man Mu's teasing. As a kung fu expert of the Qingcheng Sect, after suffering a series of agonies, he regained control of himself and with an unyielding spirit, he regained part of his mobility.

It was not until he had pressed his hands to his calf that he realized this.

He made up his mind, pulled out the dagger, tore off a part of his clothes to dress the wound, bound up his shoulder carelessly, took up the bloodstained dagger, and stood up against the wall, with a murderous look on his face. ”In the end, it seems that I am the only one I can rely on. Dragon King, are you ready to take a knife strike?”

Old Man Mu was startled again. ”Dragon King, it seems that you'll have to do the palm attack again.” But he knew the Dragon King's true condition, and his words were just a bluff.

However, Deng Yuanlei refused to take any more risks. After a few laughs, with his left foot dragging behind on the ground, he shuttled towards the entry they had come in through.

”Dragon King, do you have another contingency plan?” Old Man Mu asked in a low voice.

”What do you think?”

”I hope you do. But judging by your current look, I figured that the contingency plan might not come into effect any time soon.”

”Hmph, that's right.”

Deng Yuanlei arrived at the front of the door, and found the switch after searching for a while. Then he started pressing and twitching it like Han Fen had done so before, but no matter how hard he tried, the door wouldn't budge a bit.

Han Fen was not stupid, and she left nothing up to chance. There was nothing special with the security mechanisms in the mausoleum except that they required great strength to press the switch down.

Deng Yuanlei finally understood, but he was still reluctant to accept reality, so he shuffled to the exit through which Han Fen had left. Yet still no luck. He could move, but he had no internal energy.

Deng Yuanlei sat down in disappointment. Watching the fat sheep not far away, he wanted to kill one right away, but then something occurred to him and he twisted his head to look at the Dragon King.

Old Man Mu made eye contact with him. ”It turns out that you're not so idiotic after all. Figured it out yet?”

Deng Yuanlei stood up excitedly and exclaimed, ”The Dragon King still has his internal energy, so he can open the door, right?”

”Of course he can,” Old Man Mu answered immediately, ”but Han Fen gave these sheep to the Dragon King specially, so Dragon King won't leave until he eats all the sheep.”

”I've always known that the Dragon King wasn't a common person. The Waning Moon Hall has been bragging about the Indra Fragrance all the time, yet the Dragon King has never been worried about it. Dragon King, I will-”

The stone door opened suddenly. A person rushed in and roughly pushed Deng Yuanlei who was in her way into the sheep herd, ”Oh, crap. This is bad!”

After closing the door, Han Fen was still worried, so she had pressed her ear against the door and listened for a while. After rushing in, she turned to talk to the Dragon King. ”Hall Leader is right above. What should we do?”

Old Man Mu's eyes lit up. ”That woman must have come to rescue me… and the Dragon King. Alas, we're friends after all. Han Fen, don't be afraid. Wuxian will spare you if the Dragon King and I plead to her on your behalf.”

Han Fen shook her head vigorously. She might be naive, but if there was one thing she would never believe, that was that the Hall Leader of the Waning Moon Hall would show mercy to someone. ”No, I have to get out of here.” Then she ran beside the Dragon King and pushed him aside. It turned out that there was actually a third door.

”I have to take you with me.” Han Fen picked up the Dragon King, and after some quick thinking, she also picked up Old Man Mu with her other hand.

”What about us?” Deng Yuanlei crawled out of the sheep herd and asked.

”I don't know. Take care of yourself,” Han Fen was extremely scared. She pressed a switch with the tip of her foot, opened the door, and was about to escape through another path.

Deng Yuanlei had a difficult choice to make: he didn't think that going with Han Fen would do him any good, but he was also worried that nobody would come to rescue him if he chose to stay. But eventually, with a foot still dragging on the ground, he shuffled desperately in an attempt to follow them. After a few steps, he glanced at Lu Mian who was still on the ground, unconscious. Recalling that his future was dependent on this Sect Leader, he helped him up.

Han Fen put Old Man Mu down, took an oil lamp off of the wall, and placed it on her head. Then she picked him up again. Looking into the pitch-black corridor, she said to herself, ”Better a ghost than the Hall Leader. Better a ghost…”