Sowing Evil, Unable to Live

In Sima Xiong's dying vision, the news had spread that Jia San, the manager of the Imperial Estate, possessed a fragment of the Jingchan Palace Mechanism Map. Especially after the old matriarch of the Dongan Escort Agency confirmed it, many martial artists became restless.

That day, his second junior brother, Lu Ruokong, found Sima Xiong and invited him to snatch the fragment of the Jingchan Palace Mechanism Map.

"Senior Brother, Junior Sister is in love with you, and Master will surely pass the Wuding Gang to you."

"If we can retrieve the fragment of the Jingchan Palace Mechanism Map and offer it to Master, it will not only enhance the reputation of our Wuding Gang, but also serve as your betrothal gift, Senior Brother. Master and Junior Sister will surely be very happy."

Second Junior Brother Lu Ruokong winked suggestively.

From the dying vision, Wen Qingkong recognized this Second Junior Brother Lu Ruokong as the young man who had led the group delivering the corpse yesterday.

Wen Qingkong vaguely felt that Lu Ruokong's intentions might not be entirely benevolent.

Sima Xiong was somewhat tempted. Although Master might not care about a betrothal gift, he couldn't really marry his junior sister empty-handed.

The Wuding Gang was one of the three major gangs in Yujing City, and Master had seen many things.

Only something like the fragment of the Jingchan Palace Mechanism Map could catch Master's eye.

"But the Imperial Estate has many experts, and there are martial arts masters secretly watching. We may not succeed," Sima Xiong said, still hesitant.

Lu Ruokong patted his chest and exclaimed loudly, "Senior Brother, what are you afraid of? If we go together, with the swords in our hands, even if we can't obtain the fragment, we should be able to escape unscathed."

Sima Xiong was provoked by Lu Ruokong, and a sense of heroism surged within him.

"Alright!"

"Let's do it. We'll go together and retrieve this fragment!"

Neither Sima Xiong nor Lu Ruokong told anyone. They quietly left the Wuding Gang and headed for the Imperial Estate.

By this time, the Imperial Estate had already begun a thorough security alert. The news had spread so quickly that Jia San wasn't a fool.

Sima Xiong and Lu Ruokong cautiously entered the Imperial Estate and made their way towards Jia San's room.

Unfortunately, before they arrived, they were discovered by the guards of the Imperial Estate.

The Imperial Estate's guards and servants swarmed them. The two defended themselves with their swords. After a fierce battle, Sima Xiong was severely injured, but he still managed to escape with Lu Ruokong.

On the way back to the city, in a silent and deserted forest, Lu Ruokong placed his Senior Brother Sima Xiong, whom he had been carrying on his back, on the ground.

Sima Xiong no longer had the strength to speak. The last scene in his dying vision was Lu Ruokong covering his mouth and nose.

[Host has acquired Wuding Flying Sword]

The familiar mechanical voice sounded in his mind again, and all of Sima Xiong's cultivation was integrated into Wen Qingkong's body.

Wen Qingkong thought of Lu Ruokong's arrogant appearance in the morning, and then looked at Sima Xiong lying on the cold slab.

He was an honest man, truly a pity.

But Wen Qingkong would not seek justice for him. After all, even if he found the Wuding Gang leader, Tong Haochu, and told him that Lu Ruokong had killed Sima Xiong, Tong Haochu would not believe him.

"At least I've cleaned you up. Don't trust others so easily in your next life."

Wen Qingkong watched the three incense sticks in front of Sima Xiong burn out, covered Sima Xiong's entire body with a white cloth, and then took a shovel from the side room and began to continue digging the tunnel under the cold slab.

The tunnel was almost dug. After all, Sewing Corpse Chamber Number Eight was next to Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine, separated only by a wall, very close.

After working continuously for so many days, he finally saw hope today.

Crack!

The shovel broke through the last layer of floor tiles.

Wen Qingkong reached out his hands and pushed hard, moving the cold slab of Sewing Corpse Chamber Number Eight aside.

Then Wen Qingkong crawled out of the tunnel.

The tunnel was complete, but the cold slab of Sewing Corpse Chamber Number Eight clearly needed to be modified to leave a hidden small door for people to enter and exit.

No sooner said than done, Wen Qingkong quickly opened a small door under the cold slab for people to enter and exit.

This cold slab was actually a rectangular wooden bed, with two-finger-thick wooden boards on the front, back, left, and right, and the middle was empty.

Covering it with a layer of floor-length white cloth turned it into a cold slab for placing corpses.

After finishing, Wen Qingkong returned to his Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine through the tunnel.

He did not go back to the second floor. This world was mysterious and unpredictable. When there were corpses, he was used to resting on the first floor to deal with any changes in the corpse at the first time.

The night passed without incident. The next day, dawn broke.

A knock sounded outside the door.

However, this time the knock was rhythmic, not the loud banging of yesterday.

Wen Qingkong opened the door and saw a woman in white, with an oval face, delicate and fair skin, red eyes, and traces of tears on her face, pitiful to behold.

"Boy, are you ready yet?"

It was Lu Ruokong who spoke. He had changed his clothes today, wearing a pure white robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a delicate long sword. His tone was still arrogant.

Wen Qingkong nodded faintly.

Lu Ruokong quickly supported the white-clothed woman's arm, reminding her, "Watch your step."

Stepping over the threshold, the woman in white saw that Sima Xiong's corpse had been restored to its original state. She couldn't help but fall onto Sima Xiong's body and cry loudly.

Wen Qingkong noticed a flash of jealousy in Lu Ruokong's eyes and shook his head.

In Sima Xiong's dying memories, his arms and toes had not been cut off before his death.

This woman in white should be Tong Ling'er, the daughter of the Wuding Gang leader.

Her feelings for Sima Xiong were not shallow.

After a long while, Tong Ling'er finally stopped crying and said to the disciples outside the door, "Come and take Senior Brother back."

"Yes!"

Outside the door, Wuding Gang disciples carried in a coffin and carefully placed their Senior Brother Sima Xiong into it.

After that, the group carried the coffin out of the door.

Tong Ling'er walked up to Wen Qingkong, bowed, and said in a delicate tone, but with an undisguised sadness.

"Thank you, Master, for stitching Senior Brother. Your skills are truly remarkable."

"Miss, you're too kind. I'm just doing my job for the money, so I should do my best."

Tong Ling'er nodded slightly and took her leave.

After Tong Ling'er left, Lu Ruokong threw a money bag over.

Wen Qingkong caught it and weighed it in his hand, frowning as he looked at Lu Ruokong.

Meeting Wen Qingkong's questioning gaze, Lu Ruokong sneered, "What? You think ten taels of silver is too little? It's just stitching, nothing troublesome."

He tapped his fingers on the sword sheath, staring at Wen Qingkong with a half-smile.

A mere Corpse Seamstress, daring to challenge him?

It wasn't that he was greedy, but he simply felt that stitching was not worth fifty taels of silver, especially since Sima Xiong's corpse had been restored so well by this damned kid.

"That's not what you said yesterday, young master."

"Yesterday was yesterday, today is today."

"People shouldn't be greedy."

Lu Ruokong's eyes held a mocking smile.

Wen Qingkong couldn't help but chuckle; he wasn't even planning on pursuing the matter.

Some people were just asking for trouble.

No, it was called, Heaven may forgive sins you bring on yourself; from self-inflicted sins there is no escape.

"Young master is right, ten taels of silver is indeed enough."