"Kill someone?"
At this answer, Zeng Mu froze for a moment, then a cheerful smile appeared on his cold face. "Heh. Feng Gu, the great poison master who even makes the master of our Holy Temple wary, actually needs my help to kill someone?"
"I've already tasted some of your poisons and seen some of your gu. They truly teach a man the meaning of terror. I have no doubt that even the finest soldier on the battlefield would be unable to withstand that kind of horrific torment. So, given all that, you still need me to help you kill someone?"
"There's a saying," Feng Gu said, turning to look into the bright courtyard. "There's always someone better, always a higher heaven. Even I have plenty of people I can't kill, or don't dare kill. That's perfectly normal."
"But with your help, I'd have a chance of taking down those I didn't dare touch before. Still, this is a gamble, and an extremely dangerous one. That's precisely why I don't dare act alone. Bringing you along would only reduce the danger to me a little."
"Then who do you want to kill?" Zeng Mu could not fathom who this terrifying man could be so afraid to slaughter on his own.
"Well..." Feng Gu thought for a moment, then said, "I know I shouldn't hide anything from a bodyguard, but if I told you outright, I'm afraid you wouldn't just refuse to help. You'd kill me on the spot and leave."
"Fine, keep it to yourself. I can't help being interested in how you know about my past." Zeng Mu spread his hands helplessly.
"When do we act? And where?" he asked.
Feng Gu turned around and took a black silk scarf from inside his robe. Zeng Mu accepted it and