Chapter 1852 - 678: Offending Others (Part 2)

"This knife is too conspicuous; I’ll hide it for him.

"Mr. Ning should be able to hear me. I’ll hide the knife to the left here, by the third big tree."

Ning Xiyin not only could hear this ’Master’ speaking, but his eyes could also move.

He saw that this ’Master’ didn’t walk over, instead casually tossed the knife, treated as his lifeline, out of sight.

At that moment, he nearly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Wasn’t it agreed to hide it in the third tree?

With that throw, who knows where it landed?

Do you even know what kind of knife this is?

Ning Xiyin shouted in his heart, but unable to move, he heard the usually silent woman speak:

"Shall we disguise him?"

"Just change him a bit. Yes, shave the beard, trim the hair. Without that knife, I imagine no one will recognize him."

Listening to this, Ning Xiyin’s face turned pale, wanting to shout: "You can do anything, just don’t touch my beard!"

Yet... these words could only be yelled in his heart.

The next moment, he realized when these two started to move, their hands were very skillful.

In an instant, his face was already bare, empty.

But it wasn’t over; the woman reached down, grabbed a handful of slightly rain-moistened dirt, and smeared it all over his face without a word.

Meanwhile, the ’Master’ circled behind him, tapping twice near his injury.

Just then, Ning Xiyin felt his wound on the lower back, blood flowing profusely, and within moments, his lower half was drenched in blood.

"It’s done."

The ’Master’ nodded:

"Let’s go."

As soon as ’Master’ said those three words, Ning Xiyin saw him come to the front, reached for his eyelids, and he could only close his eyes tightly.

Then he felt himself being carried, hurriedly rushing forward, heading towards the Yizhuang.

At the entrance of Yizhuang, there were gold paper ingots, as if someone had just made offerings. The group arrived at the gate, and the ’Master’ knocked.

Shortly after, Ning Xiyin heard the gate creak open.

A somewhat puzzled voice sounded:

"Why isn’t there even a coffin? Now the weather is turning warm; if it rots, a coffin could cover it.

"Sent here like this, if it rots all over, who will clean it up?"

Ning Xiyin was burning with indignation.

He was a perfectly alive person; why should he rot?

Just as he was thinking, the ’Master’ spoke up, in anger:

"Nonsense, are you looking to die!?"

With these words, a loud bang rang out.

Clearly, the person who opened the door had been kicked to the ground by ’Master’.

The ’Master’ shouted angrily:

"My brother is just injured, far from dying.

If you dare to speak nonsense again, do you believe I’ll burn this Yizhuang?"

Ning Xiyin listened with puzzlement; when did he have such a deep bond with this ’Master’?

Judging by his urgent, angry, full-toned speech, anyone would think the two were sworn brothers.

But who’d have thought he didn’t even know this guy...

The sound of begging began, the person at the door kneeled, begging repeatedly.

’Master’ still steaming with anger, coldly snorted:

"Move aside, let us in."

"Huh?"

The person begging quickly said:

"This is Yizhuang, you all are..."

"Who doesn’t know this is Yizhuang?"

’Master’ retorted angrily:

"We brothers, among the mountains, robbed fat sheep.

"Helpless, we came to this... gloomy place to temporarily stay.

"Move, prepare a clean room, bring some cotton quilts. Should anything happen to my brother tonight.

"Watch your life!!"

"... This, this this... Yes, you all please come in, I’ll set up a room for you."

"Enough nonsense, first vacate your place."

"Huh?"

"Huh what? You want to die?"

"Alright, alright, follow me."

Ning Xiyin lay on ’Master’s’ back, feeling increasingly puzzled as he listened.

Clearly, he was being used by this ’Master’ as an object to enter Yizhuang.

But the question is, what makes this Yizhuang so important that he went to such lengths to create this mystery?

Given his martial arts, he could go anywhere in the world,

Why bother with a little Yizhuang?

Lost in thought, he soon felt himself being tossed onto a Kang.

’Master’ shouted:

"Go boil some water! Are you waiting to die?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The keeper of Yizhuang, even though caught in misfortune, hurriedly went to boil water.

At this point, the ’Master’s’ voice sounded in Ning Xiyin’s ear:

"Mr. Ning, bear with it slightly..."

"..."

What else can he do but endure?

Ning Xiyin sighed inwardly. Being carefree himself, he knew the play had reached this point; there’s no need for him to act anymore.

After all, having his acupoint blocked, lying there was all he could do.

Whatever happens, at least ’Master’s’ group would handle things in front.