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Chapter 43: Malice Arises from Within! (Seeking Readers' Pursuit)
Chapter 43: Malice Arises from Within! (Seeking Readers' Pursuit)
Bang!
Qin Zheng reached out and forcefully pushed open the door.
Before him lay a scene of chaos, with scattered food, broken dishes, and dried bloodstains on the ground.
At the sight, Qin Zheng's eyes narrowed, and he took a swift stride into the courtyard.
With his heightened senses, he scanned the area and found no one present. He then surveyed the entire courtyard.
He bent down and picked up the scattered food from the ground.
These meals were likely prepared two days ago.
In other words, the incident here occurred the day after the bandits attacked the city and the day after he left! But everyone in Black Goose City knew that Qi Yan and the others were under his protection! After his reputation spread, no one dared to disturb them.
Yet, after just a few days of his absence from the city, someone had set their sights on them!
Do they really think I would die during the bandit suppression?
Qin Zheng's eyes darkened, and a surge of anger rose within him.
After confirming that there were no other clues in the courtyard, he immediately turned and left, heading towards the west of the city.
Being alone, it was indeed challenging to find a few people in the vast city.
However, he could start by investigating potential suspects and proceed from there! So far, the only potential enemy Qin Zheng had made in Black Goose City was the Canal Gang.
Therefore, Qin Zheng's current destination was the Canal Gang to seek clarification. Although the leader of the Canal Gang, Zhang Wei, had met with him several times afterward and never mentioned the previous incident, who could tell if he wasn't a two-faced person? After seeing Qin Zheng pursue and kill Zhang Xiowen and not return for a long time, they might have assumed he died at the hands of the bandits.
Thus, they seized Qi Yan and the beggar children to vent their anger!
The more Qin Zheng thought about it, the heavier his heart sank.
Two days had already passed.
Most likely, Qi Yan and the other beggar children had endured unbearable torment and were no longer in this world!
With this thought, Qin Zheng's anger surged even more intensely.
Initially, he had only agreed to the elder monk's request to protect their safety.
But after living together for a while, Qin Zheng wasn't a cold-blooded person, and they had developed feelings for each other.
Now, thinking of those young and sensible children possibly enduring torture and being brutally executed, Qin Zheng felt indescribable distress.
And that figure who had stood by the stove, hurriedly preparing meat for him, and who had reminded him to be careful every time he left—
Qin Zheng's eyes gradually turned cold as ice, and his entire body emanated a formidable malice that kept people at bay.
His appearance startled the people on the street, who averted their gazes and hurriedly moved away to avoid contact with him.
"Amitabha!"
"Esteemed benefactor, the malice within you is so intense. It's not good, truly not good!"
At that moment, a monk in white robes stepped forward and blocked Qin Zheng's path, saying with a smile, "I only need one hundred taels of silver. If you follow me in reciting the Buddhist sutras, it will surely dispel the malice in your heart and calm the killing intent within you."
He joined his palms together, looking at Qin Zheng with a smile.
Qin Zheng glanced at the monk and walked around him, continuing towards the west of the city.
But at this moment, the monk suddenly reached out and grabbed Qin Zheng's shoulder.
A hint of coldness appeared in his smile as he emphasized, "Benefactor, I only need one hundred taels of silver!"
"Get off!!!"
Qin Zheng's eyes flashed with rage, and with a shake of his shoulder, he instantly threw off the monk's hand.
The monk's expression changed, and he suddenly turned fierce. He leaped forward, and his hands reached for Qin Zheng's eyes.
Just then, Qin Zheng extended his hand, like a phantom, and slapped the monk on the chest.
Bang!
In an instant, the monk was sent flying by the immense force, tumbling on the ground several times before spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Qin Zheng didn't even glance at his opponent; he continued walking towards the west side of the city.
He hadn't used much force with that slap, so the monk was only slightly injured and not killed on the spot.
But with a hint of Black Demon Palm's power, the monk would suffer intense heart pain for the next few days.
Whether he could endure it or not was no longer Qin Zheng's concern.
At this moment, Qin Zheng's heart was filled with violence, and his actions were even more ruthless than usual.
As he walked, Qin Zheng unconsciously displayed his lightfoot techniques, gliding through the city like a phantom.
A moment later, he arrived at the riverbank on the west side.
First, he went to a wharf and grabbed a Canal Gang disciple, demanding, "Where is your Great Master?"
The disciple, who had been shouting at a group of porters, was suddenly lifted by a powerful force. His initial reaction was anger.
But when he turned and saw Qin Zheng's fierce expression, he was so terrified that he almost wet himself.
Wasn't this the Young Master who had pierced through the Heroes Pavilion a few days ago? Did the Great Master offend him again?
A wave of fear washed over him, and he trembled as he replied, "Master Qin... The Great Master is recovering from injuries at the headquarters, not here."
"Take me there!" Qin Zheng ordered coldly, releasing the disciple.
The small gang leader nodded repeatedly and led Qin Zheng to the Canal Gang's headquarters.
The situation attracted the attention of the wharf workers, but no one knew what had happened.
Following the small leader, Qin Zheng soon arrived at the Canal Gang's headquarters.
"Who's there?" The disciples guarding the entrance, who had seen Qin Zheng from a distance in his coarse hemp robe, were about to stop him.
But upon seeing Qin Zheng's face, they froze, their cold expressions replaced by fawning smiles.
Ignoring them, Qin Zheng followed the small leader straight into the headquarters.
Along the way, the disciples' hearts sank as they witnessed Qin Zheng's fierce expression and the intense killing intent emanating from him.
Soon, Qin Zheng spotted the Canal Gang's Great Master, Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei was currently bandaged and seated in a recliner, attended by two beauties.
Upon seeing Qin Zheng, surprise flashed across his face, and he waved away the people around him.
"Qin, you're back?" Zhang Wei stood up and asked with a smile.
Qin Zheng took a step forward, and with a shake of his shoulder, the Ghost Head Saber fell into his hand.
As he swung the saber, it seemed to tear through the air.
The sharp blade finally came to a stop at Zhang Wei's neck, leaving no room for hesitation. Even Zhang Wei, a seasoned Sinew Forging Realm warrior, had no time to react.
Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Wei's forehead, and a strong sense of impending death suddenly overwhelmed him.
Had Qin Zheng become this powerful?
In that moment, Zhang Wei's heart was filled with shock and deep fear.
"Where are the people I'm protecting at the South Courtyard?" Qin Zheng asked, his voice cold and concise.
(End of Chapter)
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