Ghostly Revenge

Seeing Wen Qingkong put away the money pouch with lowered eyes and a meek expression, Lu Ruokong's mood improved. He walked up to Wen Qingkong and patted him on the shoulder.

"That's more like it!"

"Ten taels of silver is no small sum. It's enough to feed you for most of a year."

"Kid, your craftsmanship is really not bad. Heh heh."

Chuckling lightly, Lu Ruokong left Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine.

Wen Qingkong opened the pouch and looked 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 had no intention of reporting Lu Ruokong. That would have been too abrupt and difficult for anyone to understand.

Besides, since Lu Ruokong had done such a thing in the first place, he must have made thorough preparations and erased all the evidence.

Wen Qingkong did not have that much time to search for evidence either.

Besides, he was not powerless. He could simply settle it cleanly and decisively.

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

In Sima Xiong's Life's Flashback, Lu Ruokong was not an orphan like Sima Xiong, who had been raised by their master, Tong Haochu, since childhood.

He was a disciple of the Lu Family.

The Lu Family was in business, neither particularly wealthy nor poor.

Lu Ruokong often treated his fellow disciples from the Wuding Gang to drinks and brothel visits. Thus, compared with the honest and straightforward eldest senior brother, who only knew how to urge his junior brothers to practice swordsmanship, this generous second senior brother was undoubtedly far more popular.

Lu Ruokong did not live in the Wuding Gang. He returned home every day to rest.

Sima Xiong had visited Lu Ruokong's home once.

Following the memories from the Life's Flashback, Wen Qingkong blended into the crowd and passed by the Lu Family residence.

The Lu Family residence was not large, nor did it have many guards. After all, they were merely somewhat prosperous merchants, not fabulously wealthy tycoons with money to burn.

Wen Qingkong booked a private room at a restaurant diagonally across from the Lu Family residence. Through the window, he could look down directly into the estate.

He silently memorized the layout of the Lu Family residence.

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

After night fell, there was no business that day. Wen Qingkong waited until Li Lan'er and her daughter had fallen deeply asleep before quietly leaving Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine.

He moved swiftly, arriving at the Lu Family residence before long.

He raced along the rooftops, the layout he had observed during the day flashing through his mind one detail at a time.

Lu Ruokong was Master Lu's only son and held an extraordinary position within the Lu Family. His residence was second only to Master Lu's.

It was therefore easy to find.

Wen Qingkong stopped and lay prone atop a roof ridge.

With a flick of his finger, a pebble rolled to the ground. Nothing changed below.

This was testing the waters with a stone, checking for hidden mechanisms.

Someone as devious and vicious as Lu Ruokong naturally warranted greater caution from Wen Qingkong.

After confirming there were no mechanisms, he leaped down and slipped into the room.

The room was lavishly furnished, and a sharp sword hung beside the bed.

There was no one inside. Lu Ruokong had not yet returned.

Wen Qingkong sprang upward and lay hidden atop a beam.

Then he held his breath and waited quietly.

Time passed quickly. It was not until the hour of the Pig that Lu Ruokong returned, by which time everyone in the Lu residence was already asleep.

He was dead drunk and carried the scent of cosmetics, clearly having enjoyed himself at a brothel again.

Without even taking off his clothes, he collapsed onto the bed.

"Junior Sister, you're mine!"

"Junior Sister, I'm far more capable than that idiot Sima Xiong."

"Heh heh..."

As Lu Ruokong spoke, his hands groped wildly through the air.

Wen Qingkong found it revolting. Pinching his throat, he imitated the voice and manner of speech Sima Xiong had used in his memories.

"Junior Brother, I died such a miserable death~~~"

Whoosh!

Lu Ruokong shot upright instantly, his face deathly pale. A fine layer of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

"Who?"

"Who is it?"

"Dear Junior Brother, it's your Eldest Senior Brother~~"

The eerie voice came again, seeming to rise from every direction.

Lu Ruokong gulped.

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

Lu Ruokong did not even have time to react before his head was severed from his body.

Wen Qingkong looked at Lu Ruokong's wide-eyed corpse, cut off both arms with his sword, then sliced away his toes, making him identical to Sima Xiong.

Next, he used the Wuding Flying Sword to write on the wall: Junior Brother, you dared murder your senior brother. Come with me, your senior brother!

After writing it, Wen Qingkong turned and left.

Lu Ruokong was also at the Innate Realm, but compared to him, he seemed far too weak.

Early the next morning, Lu Ruokong's maid came to attend to him. The moment she opened the door, she saw his wide-eyed corpse, with blood staining the entire bed red. She let out a scream and fainted on the spot.

The maid's scream alerted many people.

Seeing his only son murdered without a sound, Master Lu trembled all over and nearly fainted.

Fortunately, he had experienced much in his lifetime. On one hand, he ordered no one to disturb the scene; on the other, he sent someone to invite Tong Haochu, leader of the Wuding Gang.

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

Furious, he smashed the table with one palm, his beard and hair bristling. "Good! Good! Good! Do they take me for soft clay to be kneaded as they please?"

Tong Haochu immediately gathered the Wuding Gang's elite disciples and rushed to the Lu residence.

When Master Lu saw Tong Haochu arrive, he hurried forward and wept, "Gang Leader Tong, this old man has only one son! That damn murderer actually killed Ruokong! You must avenge Ruokong!"

Tong Haochu supported Master Lu. "Rest assured, Master Lu. I will capture the murderer and cut him into a thousand pieces!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Master Lu invited Tong Haochu into the scene.

The moment he entered, Tong Haochu's expression changed.

He looked at Lu Ruokong's corpse. Aside from the severed head, every other injury was identical to those on his eldest disciple Sima Xiong.

Then Tong Haochu saw the words on the wall.

His heart jolted as an unbelievable thought surfaced.

But perhaps someone was framing him.

Yet upon studying the handwriting on the wall, Tong Haochu involuntarily took a step back, his pupils dilating.

There was no mistake. The writing on the wall had clearly been made using Wuding swordsmanship. The sword's direction and the force behind it were exact.

But the Wuding Flying Sword was the Wuding Gang's secret art, never passed on to outsiders. Outsiders could not possibly know it!

Thinking of his eldest disciple's tragic death, Tong Haochu hurried over to Lu Ruokong's corpse and examined his neck.

Indeed, it bore the marks of the Wuding Flying Sword.

Moreover, he could see terror in his second disciple's wide-open eyes.

Why would he have been terrified?

His second disciple had always been arrogant. Although he hid it well, he could not conceal it from an old hand like Tong Haochu.

If an outsider had killed him, why would Lu Ruokong have been terrified?

Tong Haochu could not help clenching his fists, his expression darkening.

"Gang Leader Tong, have you identified the murderer?"

Master Lu's voice sounded.

Tong Haochu turned around, his gaze icy enough to fill Master Lu with fear.

"The murderer?"

"Isn't it written on the wall?"

Master Lu cried out, "Ah!" For a moment, he was speechless.

How could this be?

He knew of Sima Xiong's death, but he had not cared much about it.

Sima Xiong was not his son.

But looking at the writing on the wall, then at Tong Haochu's attitude at this moment, Master Lu realized that his son had likely done something terrible.

"What a fine son you raised, Master Lu!"

"Hmph!"

Tong Haochu flicked his sleeve and left with the Wuding Gang's elite disciples.

The Wuding Gang's elite disciples had all been standing at the door and naturally saw the words on the wall. Hearing their master Tong Haochu's words, they were all shocked, unable to hide their panic.

Eldest Senior Brother had actually been killed by Second Senior Brother?

Hadn't Second Senior Brother said Eldest Senior Brother was killed by an expert guard from the imperial estate?