Chapter 27 (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

Xu Yi truly did not know what to say. Although Gu Jianming had a request for him in return for helping him, Gu Jianming had thought up an extremely thorough plan for him, and he could not help but feel touched.

“Brother Gu’s kindness, I shall forever carve in my heart!” he said emotionally.

“Your words are too kind!”

Gu Jianming held his fists in a salute and said, “Take care when you head to Guang’an City, Brother Yi. Go, let’s not delay any longer. I have already called for a carriage, it is parked in front of the gate. Be on your way now!”

Xu Yi nodded. He turned and walked out the door.

In just a few minutes, in the darkness of the night, two horses were pulling a carriage that was lined with thick covers. Like a swift wind, they sprinted towards the direction of Guang’an City!

…

Night time, in the meeting hall of the Black Dragon Hall’s White Horse Branch Hall.

Two rows of dozens of oil lamps lined the sides of the hall, illuminating the giant carving of a dragon on the ceiling, creating a spooky atmosphere.

In the middle stood a tiger shaped iron chair. On it, Jiang Shaochuan, the master of White Horse Branch Hall quietly sat, staring quietly at the door with eyes like a tiger’s. Ever since Hall Master Jiang had received the news that his only son Young Master Jiang was decapitated by a constable at the Furong Town pier, he seemed to have lost the ability to move.

Thud thud thud…

Suddenly, rapid footsteps rang throughout the hall, sounding as though a metal file were rubbing against a sheet of copper.

White Horse Branch Hall’s private advisor entered in a hurry. Under the glow of the lamplight, the advisor looked as though he had just been fished out of a pot of boiling soup. He was drenched in sweat, and even his whisker-like moustache was not spared.

Before he came close, the advisor began to shout with his hoarse voice, “Hall Master, this is bad, this is bad, ah! Young Master, Young Master, he…”

“I know, my son is dead!”

Jiang Shaochuan’s voice sounded as though it had gone through a gutter. It was cold and reeked of decay.

“Hall Master, the metal spirit was taken by Young Master. The metal spirit has been stolen!” the advisor continued in his hoarse voice.

“What! Say that again!”

Jiang Shaochuan was like a giant praying mantis. The moment he heard the news, he sprung from his seat, leaping right in front of the advisor and squeezing him at the neck.

“I, cough cough, I’ll say, cough cough…”

But with his throat squeezed so tight, how could he continue to speak?

Jiang Shaochuan loosened his grip, and the advisor repeated his words.

Boom!

Jiang Shaochuan moved as though he’d been jolted by electricity. Like a spectre, he swept into the hidden chamber, and a moment later, he came sweeping out again. With a kick, he toppled the burner in the room. Then, he grabbed his polearm and began a mad flurry, thundering throughout the place like a storm. In mere moments, the grand meeting hall of the White Horse Branch Hall looked like a dump.

Finally, Jiang Shaochuan put down his weapon. With a vicious look on his face, he mumbled, “Bastard, bastard! He deserves to die, that bastard!”