Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 133: Xin Aotian, Huang Jiugai, and Tang Wuwo

Xue Huaiwei, Tang Shize, and Du Jiunian had ropes tied around their waists, with the boatwoman tying the ropes to the boat. The length of the ropes was just right.

Xin Zhuo held the end of the rope and dragged the three of them forward.

He didn't actually intend to insult the three of them. It's just that these three people were of great use and couldn't be let go. However, two were seriously injured and one was unconscious. He couldn't possibly carry them on his back, right?

Not far away on the river, Lingxi and the boatwoman were still sitting on the boat, their faces blank.

What happened exactly?

How could the powerful young master Tang Shize be beaten up by a child who was probably smaller than them and dragged forward like a dead dog?

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" The square-faced girl seemed as if her dreams were shattered and her idol collapsed. She trembled and shook her head incessantly.

The two boys also sat with their hands on their knees, their eyes vacant. They had lost the spirit they had when they first ventured into the martial world. The martial world was too terrifying. It would be better to go home.

Only Lingxi looked at Xin Zhuo with burning eyes, full of admiration, and shouted, "May I ask for the name of the hero?"

Name? I almost became your stepfather!

Xin Zhuo casually said, "My name is Jiang Hezhu, a notorious flower thief who is full of evil and kills without mercy. I will kill these three people right away. Spread my name!"

"Uh..."

Lingxi felt a bit disappointed. This young hero with such high martial prowess turned out to be so rude and a flower thief. She timidly replied, "Okay, I will spread the word!"

Xin Zhuo had already dragged the people far away.

On the mountain path, it had just rained and there were wild grasses on the ground. It didn't hurt much when rubbing against their backs, so Xue Huaiwei and Tang Shize, who were still conscious, let Xin Zhuo drag them while they had time to think.

Lost! Confused! Uneasy! Despair! Fear!

Various emotions surged in their hearts, truly a mix of flavors.

The future seemed bleak, no! Their lives were in danger!

But to be defeated by a small thief whom they had always thought they could easily kill and regarded as a plaything, the sense of shame and humiliation was so strong that it destroyed all their pride.

They couldn't understand, still couldn't understand.

Why could a small bandit become so powerful to such an absurd extent? It was completely unreasonable.

The more they thought about it, the angrier they became. It was impossible to provoke Xin Zhuo now. Tang Shize angrily turned his head to look at Xue Huaiwei and said, "Xue brother, you are ignorant. This defeat is not my fault. Blame yourself!"

Xue Huaiwei leaned to the side, trying not to let his wound touch the ground, sighed softly, and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Xin Zhuo's figure ahead with a complex expression. "Xin Zhuo, I suddenly understand why you were able to cause such a stir in the Fufeng Mansion."

Xin Zhuo didn't even turn his head. "What do you understand?"

"Your talent is monstrous, your physique is different from ordinary people. You understand how to adapt martial arts, or maybe it's because your grandfather, Xin Aotian, the old thief, had a secret. He spent his whole life challenging people and causing trouble everywhere, maybe he learned some kind of cultivation technique from the Integrated Union and passed it all on to you before he died!"

Xue Huaiwei seemed to have found the key to his confusion and let out a long sigh. This explanation made sense, after all, Xin Zhuo's martial arts were unheard of, his movements and paths were unpredictable, completely different from normal techniques.

This defeat was not their fault!

Xin Zhuo seemed only interested in his grandfather Xin Aotian's deeds and said, "You must have heard of my grandfather. Is he really as despicable as the Ge family's mansion says? I actually don't believe it. Tell me the truth, and I can spare your lives!"

Xue Huaiwei fell into deep thought.

Tang Shize raised his head and coldly laughed, "Xin thief, do you really think we're afraid of death?"

"Very well, you have guts. I'll skin you alive later!" Xin Zhuo said with utmost seriousness, "Then I'll sprinkle some salt on you and feed you to the dogs after you die!"

Hearing this, Xiao Huang, who was wandering nearby, turned around and let out a fierce growl.

Tang Shize breathed heavily, furrowed his brow, and remained silent.

At this moment, Xue Huaiwei suddenly said, "I seem to know some things about Xin Aotian!"

"Speak!" Xin Zhuo's expression changed.

Xue Huaiwei said, "Our master had a good relationship with the former governor of Fufeng Prefecture. Three years ago, he sent me to Fufeng Prefecture as the chief constable. At that time, I heard some things about Xin Aotian.

It is said that when your grandfather, Xin Aotian, first arrived at Fulong Mountain, he was only at the ninth rank and his actions were still relatively normal. He only robbed the rich to help the poor and occasionally brought back one or two children or refugees, without doing anything excessive..."

Xin Zhuo believed this point. In his impression, although his grandfather was burly and domineering, he was also kind-hearted. He would never be as despicable as those people in the Ge family's manor claimed.

Moreover, the people he brought up the mountain, such as Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui, and Bai Jianxi, may have appeared cold, rude, and cunning on the surface, but their true nature was kind-hearted. They would not kill or bully others indiscriminately.

How bad could he be with the company he kept?

"Continue..."

"After a few years..." Xue Huaiwei thought for a moment and said, "Your grandfather had a good relationship with a beggar, so good that they ate and drank together. I don't quite understand why bandits and beggars would be friends. Did they have any common topics?

Later, your grandfather went to Duan Yang Tower. You should ask Tang Shize about this. After your grandfather went to Duan Yang Tower once, he seemed to have changed completely. In the end, it was Tang Wuwo, his own father, who killed your grandfather."

Xin Zhuo turned to look at Tang Shize and said, "Tell me."

Tang Shize coughed lightly and said, "I was young at that time and didn't know!"

"Swish—" Xin Zhuo's spear was already against his neck, piercing his skin, "Speak!"

Everyone fears death.

Tang Shize was no exception, his breathing became rough, "I don't know the specific details either. I was only around ten years old at that time. I vaguely remember that your grandfather and that beggar came together, had a meal, and then left. As for the other details, I really don't know!"

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment, "So you're saying that my grandfather and your father not only didn't have any grudges, but were also friends. Why did your father kill my grandfather?"

Tang Shize frowned, seemingly genuinely unaware.

Xue Huaiwei said, "After coming out of Duan Yang Tower, your grandfather started to do all sorts of evil deeds, which eventually became uncontrollable. Tang Wuwo, the great hero, naturally had to eradicate evil."

Xin Zhuo sneered, "Do you think this reasoning makes sense? They were friends, so why didn't they try to persuade him to change? If my grandfather changed so drastically after coming out of Duan Yang Tower, how could it have nothing to do with Tang Wuwo?"

"Well..." Xue Huaiwei also felt that the logic was indeed flawed.

Xin Zhuo took a deep breath, "Who is that beggar? Do you know?"

Tang Shize suddenly spoke up, his expression vaguely fearful, "Huang Jiugai! That old man is extremely wicked. You can never know what he's thinking. He always has a pitiful smile on his face. I once saw him secretly stuffing bugs into a child's neck. Is that something a normal person would do?"

"Huang Jiugai?"

This name sounded somewhat familiar.

Xue Huaiwei said, "He is the Huang Jiugai from Jinghuang Street in Fufeng Prefecture City. He once received five hundred taels of silver from the Murong family and became famous for singing 'The White Horse Roars in the Western Wind, Wielding a Sword to Destroy the Nine Hengs. The Astonishingly Talented One, Little Murong of Fufeng.' That Huang Jiugai."

(End of this chapter)