Capítulo 1182: Chapter 217: White Tiger Hall Intelligence (Double Chapter)
Since Lv Yingbo and three others were still outside, Wang Anfeng couldn’t leave for too long. With the Taoist’s calm deanor, he felt sowhat reassured and decided to temporarily put aside his worries about the White Tiger Hall Master. He bid farewell to the Taoist and returned to Parthia.
As the vast scenery before him gradually disappeared, the scene in front of Wang Anfeng changed from the Shaolin Temple’s serene mountain environnt to houses built entirely of yellow stones and clay. Gone was the lush greenery; all that lay before him was a simple, rugged sight.
This was already Parthia.
After adjusting his mind slightly, Wang Anfeng unlocked the tightly shut door, walked out quickly, and glanced around the outer room.
The main door of the house was still firmly closed.
Parthia was a remote small town, unable to afford glazed tiles. The house inside wasn’t very bright; since it was still dayti, there were no lamps lit, relying only on a single beam of light slipping in through the gaps, which made the atmosphere sowhat gloomy and oppressive.
Gu Qinghan and Sheng Zhehan, who had just barged in, had been dismissed by him and were temporarily waiting outside.
Given the strong impression Knife Madman left in their minds, it was impossible for them to co in or peek inside during this ti, or even have such thoughts.
Only Lv Yingbo remained with him in this main room.
Wang Anfeng’s gaze slowly moved to a corner of the room and saw Lv Yingbo there. However, she no longer had the imposing presence of wielding a divine weapon and toxic mist covering several miles, even her Fourth Rank Martial Artist’s qi chanism seed sowhat unstable.
Like an ordinary girl struck by overwhelming fear, she shrank back, leaning against the corner.
Her arms tightly wrapped around herself, head buried in her knees, the light slanted in through the cracks brushed past her, dust particles glimred slightly, and she trembled like an autumn leaf pressed against the corner.
Wang Anfeng felt a slight sense of relief, recalling the Taoist’s words at the Shaolin Temple, he looked at Lv Yingbo with so compassion, and couldn’t help but chant a Buddhist refrain internally.
In one’s life, goodness and evil are self-made.
Thus, everyone must bear the responsibility for their choices.
But the woman before him was different. Although she was a rare poison skill expert in Jianghu and admired by all, her past was entirely illusory, not even comparable to the most ordinary person.
The most important things were all lies.
The part most valued by a person had been twisted and replaced by others.
She had no chance to choose her own life, to personally understand, and then judge whether to do good or evil.
Though human in form, in essence, she was just a tool.
No different in essence from a sword held in hand.
Wang Anfeng slowly walked to Lv Yingbo, squatted a few steps away, looking at her.
Lv Yingbo’s martial artist instinct seed to persist; although extrely frightened, she still sensed Wang Anfeng’s qi chanism, her trembling body stopped briefly, then she shifted slightly on her knees, spoke without looking up:
“Are you the Blade Madman?”
“Or… or him?”
Wang Anfeng, using Blade Madman’s voice, calmly replied:
“White Tiger Hall Master?”
“He’s already dead.”
Lv Yingbo’s body jolted violently, she lifted her head, her face showing traces of collapse, eyes wide with disbelief, murmuring:
“Dead, dead?”
Wang Anfeng stood up, maintaining a detached deanor. This apathy oddly gave Lv Yingbo a sense of trust, not as fearful, her face slightly steadied, then she heard Blade Madman’s calm tone saying:
“Dead.”
Lv Yingbo’s eyes grew vacant.
Her whole spirit seed drained in an instant, relaxing.
Blade Madman’s voice continued leisurely, saying:
“But rely a shadow.”
“You must know my question, are you still refusing to answer?”
Lv Yingbo remained silent, unable to speak.
Wang Anfeng did not press her this ti, turned and pushed the door open, calmly saying:
“I’ll give you half a day to think carefully.”
“During this ti, no one will disturb you.”
With a creak, Wang Anfeng pushed the wooden door open and strode out. Lv Yingbo instinctively raised her head, seeing the black-clad figure walking away against the light, so different from the mory. Though both were clad in black, this one was upright and virile, starkly contrasting the shadowed figure in her mories.
The figure in her mory seed forever shrouded in darkness.
The wooden door closed, the room descended back into dimness.
Lv Yingbo stood blankly for a while before closing her eyes, as uncontrollable images flooded her mind.
There were scenes of practicing martial arts as a child, of walking through Jianghu as she grew.
And leaving ho, heading to the Western Regions to train.
Fortuitous encounters, breakthroughs.
These were crucial images in her mory, still feeling as familiar as ever, but carried a fatal void.
The face smiling at her in her mory was still familiar, yet seed forever veiled in mist, never clear. Compared to the familiar and real surroundings of the grass and trees, it was as if the shadow on the ground had suddenly stood among the crowd, blurred and unreal.
It felt like soone had harshly altered her rightful belongings with thicker strokes.
Yet, even with such clearly distorted mories, she couldn’t help but feel familiarity and closeness to the smiling man in her heart, as if he was the most important person in her life, for whose purpose she could give everything, even her life.
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