Novel Full Chapter 1167: 456: Opening the Coffin (Part 2)
Capítulo 1167: Chapter 456: Opening the Coffin (Part 2)
Zhuo Qing snorted: “You said something sensible.”
“Ah…Leader Zhuo, you do have deep prejudices against me.”
Ning Ziheng, speaking as he moved, reached the coffin and placed his hand on the coffin lid.
“What do you intend to do?”
Zhuo Qing’s brow slightly furrowed.
“Leader Zhuo has labored much tonight, after sparring with the Nameless Taoist, you must be exhausted.
“And then witnessed the tragic downfall of the Vice Alliance Hierarch, surely it must have shaken your spirit.
“How can we open the coffin now to see the dead?
“Wouldn’t it be ominous?
“In comparison, I have not exerted myself tonight, and feel rather ashamed.
“This trifling matter of opening the coffin, let me handle it.”
“Ning Ziheng! What do you mean?”
Zhuo Qing’s expression changed drastically: “I, Zhuo Qing, failed to protect my master, and deserve death, I admit that.
“But your words, are you suggesting that the Nameless Taoist, who assassinated the Vice Alliance Hierarch, is now inside this coffin?
“And I, Zhuo Qing, intended to let this person leave freely?
“Such heartless words, you have the audacity to say?”
“Leader Zhuo, calm yourself.”
Ning Ziheng hastily said, “You misunderstood me, how could I dare to think such a thing? Leader Zhuo’s loyalty to the Vice Alliance Hierarch is as clear as daylight!
“How could I doubt you?
“I only worry that you are overly fatigued, fearing that the ominous aura would affect you further, which is why I intended to take your place.
“Unexpectedly, Leader Zhuo is so agitated…could it be there is another secret involved?”
As he spoke, without waiting for Zhuo Qing’s retort, he reached out to open the coffin.
“You dare!”
Zhuo Qing glared angrily, sweeping the sheathed knife in his hand towards Ning Ziheng’s wrist.
Ning Ziheng remained fearless, merely flicking open the folding fan in the palm, gently wrapping the knife sheath with the fan’s surface.
An ordinary fan would shatter upon such impact.
Yet, this person’s fan seemed to hold another secret, as it didn’t break, but rather wrapped the sheath, then flipping his hand to lift the single knife.
Zhuo Qing snorted coldly, simply releasing the knife, allowing it to be lifted straight up.
Immediately followed by a grab, directly aiming for Ning Ziheng’s chest.
Ning Ziheng withdrew the folding fan, blocking with a reverse hand, yet Zhuo Qing’s move abruptly changed direction, forcefully twisting towards Ning Ziheng’s throat.
This abrupt move startled Ning Ziheng into hurriedly defending, although avoiding the throat’s vital spot, his wrist was caught by Zhuo Qing, as his reverse hand slapped, knocking the folding fan away.
Instantly he shouted angrily: “Leader Zhuo, forgive me!”
“I see you’re courting death!!”
In disagreement, the two immediately engaged in combat.
Both had lost their respective weapons, after three to five exchanges, the spectators saw only fists and palms flying, fingers clawing, a dizzying display.
Ultimately, Ning Ziheng fell short, being struck on the chest by Zhuo Qing, stumbling three steps back, with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He gritted his teeth:
“Good…good!
“I see there’s indeed a mystery within this coffin; otherwise, how could Leader Zhuo wield such treachery upon a colleague?”
“Nonsense.”
Zhuo Qing said lightly: “Merely because I promised someone. Zhuo Qing’s word is his bond. Promised matters cannot be handled by others. Does Leader Ning wish to cause me to break my word?”
“A righteous Zhuo Qing indeed.”
Ning Ziheng sneered: “Just hope you say the same before the Alliance Hierarch!”
“You…”
Zhuo Qing’s face darkened, glancing at the nearby single knife, gently sighed, took the knife in his palm, then looked at Ning Ziheng, sneering coldly:
“Fine…you don’t trust me, then open the coffin.”
“Oh?”
Ning Ziheng raised his brow: “Won’t that break your word?”
Zhuo Qing looked up at Su Mo, softly sighing:
“As Zhuo is untrustworthy, it should not be. However now…I’m overwhelmed, implicating everyone, I ask my brothers not to blame.”
Su Mo smiled:
“It’s nothing, nothing, trust is surely held! However, whether you look, or he does, there must be an opening of the coffin eventually, feel free to proceed.”
“Hahaha.”
Ning Ziheng laughed aloud: “Good, amusing that Leader Zhuo is not as carefree as this brother.”
Zhuo Qing coldly glanced at him, killing intent flashed and disappeared.
Su Mo smiled lightly, as he nonchalantly adjusted his sleeve, while pulling Wei Ziyi closer with one hand.
The sailor quietly stepped back a step, awaiting calmly.
Ning Ziheng, with a triumphant look, glanced at Zhuo Qing before approaching the coffin, gathering Inner Strength in the palm, casually pulling, and the coffin lid instantly opened.
A faint scent of decay wafted forth, causing Ning Ziheng to furrow his brow slightly.
Leaning forward for a look, he uttered a sound filled with doubt:
“Hm?”
Zhuo Qing, holding the knife handle, surrounded by intent to kill, hearing Ning Ziheng’s strange voice, raised his brow, thoughts racing, spoke coldly:
“How is it?”
“Humph.”
Ning Ziheng cast Zhuo Qing a sideways look:
“How is it? What else? If you wish to insult this dead man, why not take a look yourself?”
Saying this, he suspiciously snuck a glance at Su Mo.
His actions were extremely cautious.
But Su Mo had long seen through everything before him, this scene naturally caught his eyes, his lips curled into a slight smile.
Only finding the events even more fascinating.
Zhuo Qing, equally uncertain, looked at Ning Ziheng, then glanced at the coffin, his pupils involuntarily shrank, abruptly looking towards Ning Ziheng: