Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 149: Xin Zhuo's Grave

She never lived to see Xiao Dangjia turn twenty.

Xin Zhuo remained seventeen years old.

She couldn't fulfill her promise to Uncle.

Uncle died childless! Xiao Dangjia met a tragic end!

If she had known, she wouldn't have caused trouble and found a beautiful place to live with Xiao Dangjia.

She no longer hated Xiao Dangjia.

Tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes as she sobbed on her knees.

"Yinger, don't cry like this!" Han Qiniang comforted her while crying herself.

Murong Xiu and the others sighed and their eyes turned red. The days they spent with Xiao Dangjia were so glorious, but now...

At that moment, an excited shout came from the foot of the mountain: "People of Fulong Village, come down and die!"

The voice was sharp and piercing.

The voice was familiar, the leader of Heifeng Village, Wang Bodhisattva.

Whether it was a nickname or his real name, Wang Bodhisattva, a sixth-rank Practitioner, had been relentlessly attacking since the Fufeng Village people planted their flag here. He was even more insane than the Hungry Wolf Village.

Heifeng Village had over three hundred bandits, but their high-level combat power was weak. It was just that Wang Bodhisattva was extremely cunning and couldn't be caught.

The six of them immediately stood up, their faces turning cold.

Let's use these bandits as sacrifices for Xiao Dangjia!

They rushed to the edge of the mountain, filled with killing intent as they looked down.

There weren't many people coming from below the mountain, besides Wang Bodhisattva, there were only five others.

Murong Xiu and the others couldn't help but exchange glances, feeling somewhat surprised. They recognized someone among the five.

Among the five stood Sun Wu, Wang Calabash, and Sun Dalu, the former owner of the Jinguo Gambling House in Fufeng City.

Who knows how these three bastards ended up here?

Cui Yinger and Murong Xiu looked at the other two people beside them, their expressions changing slightly.

A middle-aged fat woman with a cold face, as if everyone owed her money.

A young man in a brocade robe, with the appearance of a young master. He looked coldly at Cui Yinger and Han Qiniang, his eyes somewhat strange.

Both of these people were sixth-rank experts.

Sixth-rank!

"Fellow colleagues of Fulong Mountain, I am not talented. I have invited experts to come and see how you can resist." Wang Bodhisattva's face, with its knife-like features, was filled with excitement as he looked at the five people beside him. "Everyone, take action!"

The five people remained silent. Sun Wu obviously recognized Cui Yinger and the others, his face showing surprise as he turned to the young master beside him and cupped his fists. "Young Master Shangguan, these people are the subordinates of Xin Zhuo, who is wanted in the martial world!"

Sun Dalu also said in a deep voice, "That's right! These people are the bandits under Xin Zhuo, that dog thief. They used to be arrogant in Fulong Mountain. It's truly damn it!"

Shangguan Jingyi's originally interested expression instantly turned serious. Third Senior Brother Song Dongxi is said to have been disabled, and Senior Brother Xue Huaiwei has also fallen victim to Xin Zhuo's poison. How can this grudge not be avenged?

With his hands behind his back, Shangguan Jingyi walked slowly towards the mountain peak.

The fat woman beside him followed closely. She was from the Du family, and Du Chenjing, a disciple of the Du family, had suffered a loss. The eldest son of the Du family, Du Jiunian, was still missing.

Wang Bodhisattva became even more excited. "Cui Yinger, why has daddy been attacking Fulong Village all this time? Daddy has been interested in you for a long time."

As he spoke, he cupped his fists in a salute. "Everyone, leave Cui Yinger behind. Wang has been infatuated with her foxy eyes and cold demeanor for a long time!"

No one paid attention to him. Shangguan Jingyi's aura as a sixth-rank Practitioner continued to rise, giving people immense pressure.

Murong Xiu and the others had tense expressions as they took steps back. Han Qiniang pulled Cui Yinger, who hadn't moved, and said, "Yinger, we might not be able to win. There's a cave in the back mountain. Let's hide there first!"

Cui Yinger still didn't move, looking coldly at Shangguan Jingyi and the others. "Is Xin Zhuo dead or alive?"

Shangguan Jingyi had no intention of replying.

The Du family's expert also had no intention of speaking.

Cui Ying'er let out a sigh of relief and was about to give up on questioning. As she stepped back, she looked up and saw the head of the family.

Sitting on a flatbed truck, the head of the family was eating a large roasted lamb leg with Xiao Huang. Not only was he not dead, but he also seemed to have gained weight.

However, behind him were a group of Martial Dao experts, all of them with a cold expression.

She couldn't help but freeze.

Muran Xiu and the others behind her also stood still, subconsciously swallowing their saliva and rubbing their eyes.

The good news was that the head of the family was still alive!

The bad news was, who were those people behind him? Did they kidnap the head of the family?

Xin Zhuo at the foot of the mountain also froze for a moment, even glancing around in all directions. They had come over the mountains with their men, and they encountered such a situation as soon as they arrived? Was it a coincidence or did the three families know their route and plan it in advance?

Shang Guan Jingyi, the Du family woman, Sun Wu, and Sun Dalu, as well as Wang Bodhisattva, all saw the crowd below, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Over a hundred experts, most of them with a higher realm than them, suddenly appeared?

Soon, they noticed Xue Huaiwei and Du Jiunian among the crowd:

"Senior Brother!"

"Young Master!"

Xue Huaiwei and Du Jiunian glanced at Cui Ying'er and the others, then coughed lightly and said seriously, "Who are you all? Don't call us randomly!"

...

Shang Guan Jingyi, the Du family woman, Sun Wu, Sun Dalu, and Wang Bodhisattva had already been suspended, their upper bodies bare, their hands bound, and their feet not touching the ground.

They were covered in whip marks, a pitiful sight.

In fact, just a moment ago, they were still preparing to kill, and the next moment their lives were in danger. Their life experiences truly left them confused.

In the simple hall, a table with chicken, fish, meat, and eggs had been set up, and only the seven people and a dog from the Fulong Gang were sitting around it.

Han Qiniang's eyes sparkled with excitement. "The head of the family is so powerful. He has subdued so many experts. He's even more powerful than when he was on Fulong Mountain!"

Cui Ying'er patted her and smiled. "I wonder how much the head of the family has suffered."

"Hard to say. I've been sitting on a flatbed truck the whole way, and my butt hurts from the bumps."

Xin Zhuo put down his chopsticks and looked out the window at the lonely grave, which became more and more glaring. "Can we take off the mourning cloth and push my grave away? It's scary."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed and quickly took off the mourning cloth from their heads.

Xin Zhuo said seriously, "According to what you guys said, the experts from the Du family and the Shenqiang Villa all went to the Duanyang Tower. It's been several months, and there has been no movement?"

"Yes!"

Muran Xiu nodded. "I secretly went to the Duanyang Tower to take a look for a day and found people coming in and out. I don't know what they're up to. Oh, by the way, I also found someone. Guess who it is?"

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment. "Huang Jiugai?"

Muran Xiu was shocked. "Head of the family, you even know about this?"

Xin Zhuo looked at him strangely, then suddenly waved his hand, and a flash of white and yellow True Qi disappeared.

Muran Xiu fell heavily to the ground, his internal organs almost shifting, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out. He looked at Xin Zhuo in disbelief. "H-Head of the family..."

Cui Ying'er and the others quickly got up, also shocked.

Xin Zhuo had already walked up to Muran Xiu. "Don't panic, I'll seal your internal organs first."

As he spoke, he reached out and used the "xxxx" pulse diagnosis technique to hold his pulse and examine it, then turned him over, tore off his robe, and used two fingers to press on several acupoints.

Suddenly, his back bulged up as if there was a silkworm wriggling inside. Soon, a strange, snail-like, black bug with no shell bit through the skin and crawled out.

With a "plop," it fell to the ground and quickly turned into a puddle of blood.

Cui Ying'er, Muran Xiu, and the others looked at the ground in astonishment, completely bewildered. "Where did this bug come from?"

Xin Zhuo's face was uncertain, and it seemed that he had guessed correctly. That Huang Jiugai had made a move on Muran Xiu. It was likely that many others had also fallen victim.

What kind of secret deal did his grandfather make with them in the first place?

"Xue Huaiwei, Du Jiunian, Tang Shize, Di Huaijie, you all come in."

(End of this chapter)