Blood for Blood

Yi Feng directly seized the black robe and wrapped it up entirely, immediately beating it violently.

Yi Feng's actions caused a commotion among the people.

"Hitting the dog, hitting the dog."

Yi Feng could only explain awkwardly with embarrassment all over his face. After another round of beatings, he dragged the black robe and the whole skull to his home.

Dragging it into the store, Yi Feng became angrier the more he thought about it. He fiercely kicked it twice more.

This broken thing had never given him a moment's peace.

Today it would ruin Wang Laoye's vegetable garden, tomorrow it would kill Li Da Niang's ox. He didn't expect this thing that had eaten the heart of a bear and the gallbladder of a leopard to also become a rogue ruffian.

But the most hateful thing was that this thing was like a maggot in the bone.

He had thrown it away before, but it came back itself.

He had buried it in a pit before, but it crawled back out again.

In the end, he locked it up. It didn't even last a few days in peace. Damn it, it came out again. In short, all kinds of methods were exhausted, but he couldn't get rid of it.

"Ah ba ah ba!"

Suddenly, the black robe writhed, and a skull head emerged, flapping its upper and lower jaws, sending out a sound to Yi Feng.

"I'll be damned."

Yi Feng, whose anger had just subsided a little, was ignited again. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll take you apart this time and see what you can do."

As he spoke, Yi Feng smashed its skull head down with a punch, and it rolled on the ground with a ding-dong sound.

However, the skull that rolled on the ground opened its mouth again.

"Ah ba ah ba!"

At the same time, the skeletal frame under Yi Feng's feet suddenly stretched out a palm, then gave Yi Feng the middle finger.

"Oh, you've learned it very well?"

Ever since Yi Feng had flipped off someone once, this broken thing had often imitated it skillfully. This immediately made Yi Feng so angry that smoke came out of his seven orifices. He stomped the skeletal frame under his feet and started to dismantle it.

"Master, someone outside is looking for you."

At this moment, Zhong Qing walked over and respectfully said, "It seems to be someone from the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce."

"Someone from the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce?" Yi Feng frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Why are people from the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce looking for me?"

"They said that Master has a share of the money left from the old Dream of the Red Chamber book, so please go get the money, Master." Zhong Qing said.

"I won't go. Either let them bring it here or forget about it. It's not like that book made much money anyway. I can just let it go if they don't bring it over."

Yi Feng had no intention of dealing with them at all. Truly, if they didn't deliver it, it was fine. After all, that book didn't make much money. At worst, he could just give it up.

"But Master, they also sent a sedan chair to invite you. They said you must go there in person." Zhong Qing added.

Yi Feng wrinkled his brows, then said, "Let's do this, my disciple. Go there on my behalf to collect the money, then leave immediately. Don't get involved in anything else."

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Qing respectfully nodded.

After Zhong Qing left, Yi Feng continued to dismantle the skull. He spent great effort before finally separating the torso, palms, legs and so on from the skull's frame. Then he locked them in different rooms.

He also pressed the skull under a manhole cover.

Clapping his hands in satisfaction, Yi Feng was just about to stretch and drink some water when someone rushed anxiously to the door, shouting anxiously, "Master Yi, Master Yi, trouble, something bad happened!"

"What happened?"

Yi Feng immediately rushed out.

The person was a handyman from the beef noodle restaurant across the street. He urgently shouted, "Master Yi, something happened to your young disciple Zhong Qing. I'm afraid he's done for. Go take a look quickly!"

"What?"

Yi Feng's expression changed instantly. He didn't even have time to close the door before following the handyman from the beef noodle restaurant.

The two of them came to a lane.

Both ends of the lane were crowded with onlookers pointing and discussing the situation.

As soon as Yi Feng arrived, the stench of blood rushed to meet him. Bodies covered the ground, the sedan chair was battered beyond recognition, and the bearers were all dead.

Zhong Qing lay on the ground barely clinging to life as he watched Yi Feng arrive.

Clearly, Zhong Qing had been ambushed in the sedan chair, then a great battle erupted.

"My disciple."

Yi Feng rushed directly to Zhong Qing to check his injuries. His eyes instantly turned red.

"Master... I'm afraid I can no longer serve you."

Zhong Qing was covered in blood and spoke weakly.

"No, no, don't talk. Your master won't let you die." Yi Feng held back his anger and carried Zhong Qing away at a run back to the martial arts school.

After returning to the martial arts school, Yi Feng hurriedly laid Zhong Qing on the bed, then brought out all the medicinal materials in the house.

First he stopped Zhong Qing's bleeding, then treated his wounds.

He was busy for half a day before Zhong Qing's condition stabilized and he was out of mortal danger. Only then did Yi Feng breathe a sigh of relief.

But his eyes were replaced with rage, burning flames.

"No matter who it is, even if I have to sell everything I own, I will have you pay in blood!"