699 Fan Qi’s Death 2 (1/2)

Ah Jing knelt nervously before Jun Wu Xie, trying very hard to say something by gesturing anxiously with both his hands, and making increasingly desperate sounds with his mouth. Ah Jing was trying to say something, but with his tongue cut off, his mouth was no longer capable of speech and only unintelligible sounds came out of it.

”Ah! Ah! Ah!” Ah Jing pointed outside the door, and just hit his head repeatedly on the floor kowtowing. The dull thuds sounded from the ground, one after another till the skin on his forehead split. Blood flowed out from the wound but Ah Jing did not stop and carried on persistently, using whatever strength he had left.

”You are not mad.” Jun Wu Xie said, looking at Ah Jing calmly.

Ah Jing raised his head and the blood flowed down over the bridge of his nose. His face lit up with joy as he nodded his head vigorously.

”You have something you want to say to me?” Jun Wu Xie continued to ask.

Ah Jing nodded once again.

”Get up.” Jun Wu Xie went to sit down at the side and took out a brush and parchment to put on the table.

”If you can't speak, write.”

Ah Jing did not get up, but knelt beside the table. He held the brush in his hand and quickly wrote down lines and lines, filling the pieces of parchment with closely written characters. The hand holding the brush was trembling slightly, but it was not known whether it was from agitation or from any other reason.

In a very short time, Ah Jing had filled up a good three pages and he placed them before Jun Wu Xie's eyes. He then immediately went back to kowtowing by hitting his head on the ground once again, begging as if Jun Wu Xie was his last and only hope.

Jun Wu Xie picked the pieces of parchment and swept her eyes over them. With just one look, her pupils dilated slightly.