Chapter 1742 - 642: The Promise (Part 3)

As soon as these words were spoken, Madam Ou and Zhu Baiwan simultaneously looked at Xing Hao.

There was a scrutinizing look in their eyes.

Xing Hao sat steadily and calmly said:

"Brother Zhang, where did you hear this rumor?"

"Rumors in the Jianghu, they always come from all directions. Sometimes you can’t ignore them even if you want to."

Zhang Meng shook his head:

"But this matter concerns the safety of Master Xing, that’s why I dared to ask.

"If there has been any offense, please forgive me."

"I see."

Xing Hao suddenly smiled, boldly took off the glove on his right hand, and showed it to everyone.

With just a glance, everyone could see that all four fingers were on his hand.

However, it was obvious that each finger bore scars, as if they had been reattached.

Xing Hao gently moved them, his brow furrowed, clearly not very flexible.

He sighed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you satisfied now?"

"This..."

Zhu Baiwan showed a trace of embarrassment on his face:

"I didn’t expect the rumor to be true, so sorry for the offense."

"Ah... you use a knife, and your right hand is your dominant hand.

"Now you’re missing these four fingers, what will you do in the future?"

Old Lady Ou also sighed, her eyes full of pity.

Zhang Meng frowned and was about to speak.

But suddenly there was a ’hic’ sound.

Suddenly his face changed.

As he turned around abruptly, he saw that in one corner of the hall, someone had appeared at some point.

This person was leaning against a pillar, dressed in white robes, with a sword hanging at the waist, and was holding a wine gourd in his hand.

His face was flushed from drinking.

The sound just now was a hiccup from this person.

Everyone present, except Su Mo, felt a chill in their hearts.

When had this person arrived?

Looking at his appearance, it seemed he had been drinking for a while.

But if it weren’t for his hiccup, he might not have been detected even at this moment.

Zhang Meng’s face turned dark:

"It’s you!"

The white-robed swordsman took a swig of wine, looked at Zhang Meng with bleary eyes, and smiled softly:

"It’s me, it’s me."

"..."

Zhang Meng’s face was gloomy, he gritted his teeth and snorted:

"A parasite clinging to the bone."

After that, he said no more.

The white-robed swordsman didn’t mind, waved to everyone:

"I’m just a drunken passerby...

"Please don’t concern yourself with me.

"Carry on with your chat."

But even though he said so, how could everyone underestimate him?

Xing Hao was the first to stand up:

"I’m tired, everyone continue chatting, I’ll take my leave."

"Please."

With one sentence from Zhang Meng, Xing Hao was made to take off his glove in front of everyone, exposing his injury.

This matter was not easy to discuss. Now that the person was leaving, it was obviously inappropriate to stop him.

As he left, Chen Dinghai and Lu Ren also took their leave accordingly.

Only Zhang Meng, Madam Ou, and Zhu Baiwan were left.

Exchanging glances, it seemed they saw something in each other’s eyes.

They each let out a dry laugh and went to look for the swordsman.

But they found that the swordsman was nowhere to be seen.

...

...

The place where Xing Hao and Xing Zhan lived was next door to Su Mo and his group’s courtyard.

Returning on the way, there was naturally no conversation.

After bidding farewell to Xing Hao and Xing Zhan, Chen Dinghai took a long look at their backs before leading everyone into the courtyard.

The carriage was already packed and ready.

However, Lu Ren and Hua Shiyi seemed preoccupied at this moment.

After greeting Chen Dinghai, they quickly went off to discuss something.

Chen Dinghai glanced at Su Mo, and seeing a smile in his eyes, he lowered his voice to speak:

"Young Master..."

Su Mo gently raised his hand:

"This rain is heavy, have the men stay vigilant.

"Expect that this rain will accompany us on the journey ahead..."

Chen Dinghai understood what Su Mo meant.

This rain was not the one falling from the sky.

But rather, the promise of Zhuge Qianqiu.

If Zhang Meng’s words were true, the trip to Imperial Court Mountain might be a bloody affair.

However, Chen Dinghai was puzzled about what Zhuge Qianqiu was trying to achieve?

At the outset, the anonymous invitation had already caused Jianghu experts to fight and kill each other across the land.

Now, with such a promise.

Isn’t it just stirring another storm of blood in the Jianghu?

Even Jinglong Hall, behaving so recklessly, isn’t worried about the consequences of extreme actions?

Isn’t there any tough nut in Xizhou?

With these thoughts, Su Mo gently waved, and Chen Dinghai promptly took his leave.

Su Mo, in a flash, left the courtyard, and in an instant reached a secluded spot outside Lihetang, suddenly letting out a whistle.

A moment later, the Messenger Eagle cut through the rain, coming.

Landing on Su Mo’s shoulder.

With a buzz, a Golden Bell materialized around Su Mo, shielding him from the rain.

Messenger Eagle immediately shook its feathers, scattering water droplets everywhere.

But as the ones flying toward Su Mo, they abruptly halted in front of his eyes, finally landing on the ground.

Su Mo gently shook his head, glared at the Messenger Eagle, and retrieved a bamboo tube from its leg.

The bamboo tube was well-sealed, and upon opening it, he took out a letter to read.

The contents described the events at Xiao Jingshan, which had reached a resolution.

This chaos had unfolded exactly as Su Mo intended.

After Elder Yushu was initially assassinated, he appeared again to announce that the Jingxin Hall Master orchestrated it.

Then the Five Poison Elder and his group stormed out of Jingxin Hall.

Confirming the matter.

Because of this, Jingxin Hall couldn’t clear its name, even in Nanhai.

At this juncture, Zhen Xiaoxiao, Mu Shanshan, and the Qilin Swordsman brought the Blood Lotus Sect Leader on stage.

Personally accusing, along with his testimony.

The matter was set in stone.

In a fit of rage, the Jingxin Hall Master was about to slaughter indiscriminately.

As a result, along with Elder Yushu, a group of Jianghu disciples, they fled without facing her head-on.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

The Five Poison Elder summoned poisonous snakes to slaughter Jingxin Hall disciples.

The others used various means, fighting and retreating.

Some had already prepared carrier pigeons to spread the news far and wide.

The name of Jingxin Hall still resonated today, but tomorrow it might be infamous.

This one of the Nine Peaks was completely ruined.

However, the main content of this letter was not about that.

It was that the Blood Lotus Sect Leader had escaped...

This person vanished without a trace, as if he had been prepared long beforehand.

In the letter, Mu Shanshan was uneasy, asking Su Mo for forgiveness.

Zhen Xiaoxiao hoped Su Mo wouldn’t dock her rations for a month, at most for seven days.

Seeing this, Su Mo slightly smiled:

"Finally, he ran away..."

Saying this, he took out a bamboo tube from his bosom, attaching it to the Messenger Eagle’s leg.

From the look of it, it was not written at the moment but prepared beforehand.