activa-t Chapter 392: You heartless wretch!
Chapter 392: You heartless wretch!
Looking at his son-in-law lying on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth, the old man's face flushed with excitement. He danced around, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Well done! You heartless bastard, this is your retribution! You deserve it!"
His once sorrowful face now seemed to burst into brilliant fireworks, every wrinkle filled with relief and joy.
He Jinnian's eyes were icy cold, like frost in winter. He stretched out his hand and lifted the old man's son-in-law off the ground like a chick.
He Jinnian gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with anger, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "Tell me, do you know a bald monk or not?"
At this moment, the surrounding environment was eerily quiet, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the weeds.
The old man's son-in-law's head was ringing from the repeated slaps; his eyes were glazed over, and he was still in a daze. He subconsciously shook his head, muttering indistinctly, "I don't know... I really don't know..."
Upon hearing this, He Jinnian's forehead veins bulged, and his anger was like a volcano about to erupt. He raised his hand again and slapped him hard, roaring, "Think about it carefully!"
After the slap, the old man's son-in-law's head swayed a few times, still looking completely bewildered, as if he had lost the ability to think.
He Jinnian was not about to let it go, and then one slap after another fell like a storm, making the old man's son-in-law's face swell up like a fermented bun.
Finally, the old man's son-in-law gradually came to his senses amidst the barrage of slaps. His voice trembled with sobs as he said, "Hero, spare my life! I seem... I seem to remember such a bald monk."
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoxiao hurriedly stepped forward, her beautiful eyes wide open, and eagerly described the bald monk's facial features in a clear and anxious voice: "Is he tall and has a black mole on his left eye?"
The old man's son-in-law nodded frantically while sobbing.
Fang Xiaoxiao's bright eyes, like cold stars, stared intently at the old man and son-in-law, and she asked again in a stern voice, "Take us to find someone!"
At this moment, a gentle breeze swept through the dilapidated courtyard, raising a cloud of dust.
The old man's son-in-law shook his head like a rattle drum, his face full of terror, and said in a trembling voice, "Girl, if I take you to him, that bald monk will definitely take my life!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoxiao's lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes flashing with icy intent, and she said, "Hmph, are you so sure we won't kill you?"
The old man's son-in-law, clinging to a sliver of hope, stole a glance at the stunningly beautiful Fang Xiaoxiao. She had a lovely face and snow-white skin, and didn't seem like a ruthless person at all. So, he mustered his courage and said, "You wouldn't do that, especially a beautiful woman like you. Your heart must be as kind as a bodhisattva's. How could you be so cruel?"
The next second, Fang Xiaoxiao's face instantly darkened, a sharp glint flashing in her beautiful eyes. She gently lifted her slender fingers and took out a long, thin, gleaming silver needle from her hair. Her voice was as cold as frost as she said, "Open your dog eyes and look carefully. This silver needle is poisoned. Do you believe me or not?"
Looking at the beautiful woman before him, the old man and his son-in-law couldn't reconcile her with the word "ruthless." He curled his lip dismissively and said, "Girl, don't try to scare me. I don't believe you."
Seeing his stubbornness, Fang Xiaoxiao didn't say a word. With a flick of her wrist, she accurately inserted a needle into his abdomen.
The old man's son-in-law instantly felt as if a million venomous insects were frantically gnawing at his stomach. The excruciating pain contorted his features, and he rolled around on the ground, begging for mercy like a pig being slaughtered: "Miss, spare me! Miss, spare me! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness! I know I was wrong!"
The old man watched in horror, his heart pounding. He thought to himself, "I never imagined that such a beautiful woman could be as terrifying as a venomous snake!"
He Jinnian frowned, his face full of anger. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped the old man's son-in-law hard again, roaring, "Stop pretending to be pitiful and lead the way!"
The old man's son-in-law was in so much pain that his face was covered in sweat, as if rain was falling, and tears and snot were streaming down his face. He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Fang Xiaoxiao snorted coldly before slowly retracting the silver needles. Then, she took out half a dark antidote pill from her bosom and said, "This half antidote pill can keep you alive for four hours. If you can't find that bald monk, you can expect to die from festering sores all over your body!"
Under the dual threat of the half-pill of antidote and death, the old man's son-in-law trembled as he agreed, saying in a shaking voice, "I'll take you, I'll take you there."
Upon hearing his agreement, the old man immediately flew into a rage, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger. He jumped up and down, shouting, "Why not just kill this bastard? Keeping him around is a recipe for disaster!"
Fang Xiaoxiao frowned, her beautiful eyes sharp, and she quickly signaled to the old man to be quiet. Her gaze seemed to carry an invisible pressure, making him dare not disobey.
He Jinnian's expression was also serious, his eyes sharp, and he gestured to the old man with his eyes. The authority in his eyes made the old man instantly understand the gravity of the situation.
The old man immediately understood and quickly covered his mouth, no longer making a sound.
Next, the old man and his son-in-law, like a defeated rooster, dejectedly led Fang Xiaoxiao and the others trudging along the muddy path. Just moments ago, the sky was clear and the sun was high in the sky, but in the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered and a strong wind arose. In an instant, large raindrops poured down, hitting them so hard they couldn't open their eyes.
The group trudged through the wind and rain, finally spotting a dilapidated temple ahead. The roof had several large holes, and the walls were covered in moss and cracks.
Once inside the temple, the old man and his son-in-law remained silent, like a mute, their heads drooping and their eyes darting around. The old man, on the other hand, spoke incessantly, like a flood bursting its banks. He approached Fang Xiaoxiao with a face full of gratitude and said, "Young lady, I owe everything I am today to you! I'd do anything for you, even wash your underwear, go through fire and water, I wouldn't hesitate!"
Fang Xiaoxiao looked helpless, rolled her eyes at the old man, and said irritably, "Alright, alright, you can calm down for a bit!"
He Jinnian was busy in the corner, skillfully finding some firewood and trying to start a fire to dry everyone's clothes that had been soaked by the rain.
The rain was pouring down harder and harder, making a loud "whoosh" sound, as if it would drown the world. Suddenly, three men dressed as monks appeared at the temple gate. Their robes were tattered and stained. The man in the lead recognized the old man's son-in-law as soon as he entered the dilapidated temple. His face showed surprise, and he quickly stepped forward.