Ghostly Revenge

Seeing Wen Qingkong put away the money bag, all meek and mild, Lu Ruokong's mood improved. He walked up to Wen Qingkong and patted him on the shoulder.

"That's the way!"

"Ten taels of silver isn't a small amount, enough for you to eat for half a year."

"Kid, your craftsmanship is really not bad, hehe."

Lu Ruokong chuckled and left Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine.

Wen Qingkong opened the money bag, looking at the scattered ten taels of silver, his eyes narrowed slightly. Facing the morning light, he murmured, "My money isn't so easily owed."

Wen Qingkong didn't plan to report Lu Ruokong; that would be too sudden and too difficult for people to understand.

Besides, since Lu Ruokong did such a thing back then, he must have made ample preparations to erase all evidence.

Wen Qingkong also didn't have that much time to search for evidence.

Moreover, he wasn't without the strength to truss a chicken; a clean and swift resolution would do just fine.

After Li Lan'er made breakfast, Wen Qingkong ate, told Li Lan'er to stay at home and not go out casually, and then left Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine.

In Sima Xiong's revolving lantern of memories, Lu Ruokong, unlike Sima Xiong, wasn't an orphan. He was raised by his master, Tong Haochu, from a young age.

This person was a disciple of the Lu Family.

The Lu Family was in business, not rich enough to be at the top, but more than enough to get by.

Lu Ruokong often treated the Wuding Gang's fellow disciples to drinks and visits to brothels, so compared to the honest and simple senior brother who only knew how to urge his junior brothers to practice swordsmanship, this generous second senior brother undoubtedly had much better relationships.

Lu Ruokong didn't live in the Wuding Gang; he went home to rest every day.

Sima Xiong had been to Lu Ruokong's house once.

According to the memories in the revolving lantern, Wen Qingkong mingled in the crowd and walked past the Lu Family's residence.

The Lu Family's residence wasn't large, and there weren't many guards. After all, they were just slightly wealthy businessmen, not those wealthy merchants, not yet at the extravagant stage of throwing money around like dirt.

Wen Qingkong booked a private room in a restaurant diagonally opposite the Lu Family's mansion. Through the window, he could overlook the Lu Family's mansion.

He silently memorized the layout of the Lu Family's mansion in his heart.

After a meal, Wen Qingkong left the restaurant and returned to the Corpse Seamstress Workshop.

After dark, there was no business today. Wen Qingkong waited until Li Lan'er and her daughter were sound asleep before quietly leaving Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine.

He walked extremely fast, and soon arrived at the Lu Family's residence.

Running along the roof ridge, the layout he had observed during the day flashed through his mind one by one.

Lu Ruokong was Master Lu's only son, and his status in the Lu Family was extraordinary. The place where he lived was second only to Master Lu.

Therefore, it was easy to find.

Wen Qingkong stopped and lay prone on the roof ridge.

With a flick of his finger, a pebble rolled to the ground, but there was no change on the ground.

This was to test the waters, to check if there were any traps.

Wen Qingkong naturally had to be more cautious with someone as insidious as Lu Ruokong.

After confirming that there were no traps, he swooped down and slipped into the room.

The room was luxuriously decorated, and a sharp sword hung beside the bed.

There was no one in the room; Lu Ruokong hadn't returned yet.

Wen Qingkong flew up and lay prone on the beam in the room.

Then he held his breath and waited slowly.

Time passed quickly. It wasn't until the hour of Hai [9-11 PM] that Lu Ruokong returned. By this time, the people in the Lu residence were already asleep.

He was drunk and still had the scent of rouge on him, obviously having just enjoyed himself in a brothel again.

Without even taking off his clothes, he lay down on the bed.

"Little Junior Sister, you're mine!"

"Little Junior Sister, I can do so much more than that idiot Sima Xiong."

"Hehe..."

As Lu Ruokong spoke, his hands groped randomly in the air.

Wen Qingkong felt disgusted. He pinched his throat, imitating the tone of Sima Xiong's voice in his memory.

"Junior Brother, I died so miserably~~~"

Whoosh!

Lu Ruokong instantly got up, his face pale, and even a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Who?"

"Who is it?"

"Good Junior Brother, it's Senior Brother~~"

A faint voice echoed again, coming from all directions.

Lu Ruokong swallowed hard.

Suddenly, a figure flashed past the corner of his eye, followed by a streak of sword light.

Lu Ruokong didn't even have time to react before his head was separated from his body.

Wen Qingkong looked at the wide-eyed corpse of Lu Ruokong, severed his arms with a swing of his sword, and then sliced off his toes, making him look exactly like Sima Xiong.

Then, he used the Wuding Flying Sword to write on the wall: "Junior brother, you dared to commit fratricide, come with your senior brother!"

After writing this, Wen Qingkong turned and left.

This Lu Ruokong was also at the Innate Realm, but compared to himself, he seemed far too inferior.

The next morning, Lu Ruokong's maid came to serve him. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Lu Ruokong's wide-eyed corpse. The blood had dyed the entire bed red. She let out a scream and fainted.

The maid's scream alerted many people.

Master Lu looked at his only son, who had been silently murdered, and trembled all over, nearly fainting.

Fortunately, he had experienced many things in his life. On one hand, he prevented people from disturbing the scene, and on the other hand, he sent people to invite Tong Haochu, the leader of the Wuding Gang.

Tong Haochu was still immersed in the grief of the death of his eldest disciple, Sima Xiong, whom he regarded as his own son, when he suddenly learned that his second disciple had also been killed.

Enraged, he shattered the table with a palm strike, his hair standing on end: "Good! Good! Good! Does he think I'm made of clay?"

Tong Haochu immediately gathered the elite disciples of the Wuding Gang and headed straight for the Lu residence.

Seeing Tong Haochu arrive, Master Lu rushed forward and cried: "Gang Leader Tong, I only have this one son! That damned killer, he actually killed Ruokong! You must avenge Ruokong!"

Tong Haochu helped Master Lu up: "Master, rest assured, I will definitely catch the murderer and cut him into a thousand pieces!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Master Lu invited Tong Haochu to the scene.

As soon as he entered the scene, Tong Haochu's expression changed.

He looked at Lu Ruokong's body. Apart from his head being cut off, everything else was exactly the same as his eldest disciple, Sima Xiong.

Then, Tong Haochu saw the sentence on the wall.

His heart skipped a beat, and an incredible thought emerged.

But perhaps someone was framing him.

But upon closer inspection of the handwriting on the wall, Tong Haochu couldn't help but take a step back, his pupils dilating.

Without a doubt, the handwriting on the wall was clearly written with the Wuding Swordplay. The direction and force of the sword were perfect.

But the Wuding Flying Sword was a secret art of the Wuding Gang, and outsiders would never know it!

Recalling the tragic death of his eldest disciple, Tong Haochu took a few quick steps to Lu Ruokong's body and examined Lu Ruokong's neck.

Indeed, it was the technique of the Wuding Flying Sword.

Moreover, he saw fear in the eyes of his second disciple before he died.

Why would he be afraid?

The second disciple was always arrogant, although he hid it well, he couldn't hide it from Tong Haochu, an old veteran.

If he was killed by an outsider, why would Lu Ruokong be afraid?

Tong Haochu couldn't help but clench his fists, his expression turning gloomy.

"Gang Leader Tong, can you tell who the murderer is?"

Master Lu's voice rang out.

Tong Haochu turned around, his gaze icy, causing Master Lu to feel fear in his heart.

"The murderer?"

"Isn't it written on the wall!"

Master Lu cried out 'ah', speechless for a moment.

How could this be?

He knew about Sima Xiong's death, but he didn't really care too much.

Sima Xiong wasn't his son.

But looking at the handwriting on the wall, and then at Tong Haochu's attitude at this moment, Master Lu also realized that his son must have done something bad.

"What a good son you've raised, Master!"

"Hmph!"

Tong Haochu flicked his sleeve and turned to leave with the elite disciples of the Wuding Gang.

Those elite disciples of the Wuding Gang were all standing at the door, and naturally saw the handwriting on the wall. Hearing their master Tong Haochu's words, they were all surprised, unable to hide their panic.

The eldest brother was actually killed by the second brother?

Didn't the second brother say that the eldest brother was killed by a master guard of the Imperial Estate?