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Chapter 95: Chapter 90: You thief, give me back my son’s life

“Uncle Zhong, are you alright?”

After dealing with Yu Sanliu, Chen Jie hurried over and crouched down to examine Wu Zhong’s injuries.

Wu Zhong, clutching his chest, expressed his surprise, “Jiu Si, how did you become so powerful? That hand technique you just used?”

Chen Jie immediately replied, “Surging Wave Palm, I found this in a book left by my grandfather and just practiced it casually. I didn’t expect it to be so powerful.”

“Left by Mr. Chen?”

Wu Zhong was slightly surprised upon hearing this but eventually thought nothing of it.

It was quite normal for Mr. Chen, who was once capable of outperforming Doctor Bai in medicine, to have some treasures of his own.

After all, Mr. Chen’s medical skills were indeed strong; even Doctor Bai admitted his skills were far superior.

Unfortunately, Mr. Chen passed away young, in his sixties. Otherwise, Chen Jiusi wouldn’t have fallen to such depths before.

Moreover, Mr. Chen’s death was always shrouded in mystery, seeming to have died suddenly.

And before his abrupt death, it was said that he had been away from home for some time and then died shortly after returning.

To this day, the Chen family kept silent about this matter, thus the death of Chen Yongwang remained a mystery.

Chen Yongwang himself was somewhat of an enigma too.

It was said that the Chen family was extremely poor in the past. Chen Yongwang was one of five brothers; one starved to death, and the other three were farmers, while Chen Yongwang initially trained as a veterinarian.

He hadn’t married in his twenties and lived in utter poverty.

Later, he left home to make his way in the world until he came back at the age of thirty, then he had transformed into an impressive doctor.

He gradually made a name for himself in the village, started earning money, and at the age of thirty-five, he fathered a daughter and could no longer have children after.

In the end, for the sake of the Chen family lineage,

Chen Yongwang brought in a son-in-law, the son of Old Xie from the Fishing Guild.

Then, Chen Jiusi came along, on whom the old man placed great expectations. Yet, it was said that every three years, the old man would leave to travel for three months.

Where he went during those trips, he never disclosed, and after questioning from his family about where he learned his skills from age twenty to thirty, he kept silent.

His last trip was when Chen Jie was eight years old; he went away for two months and came back only to die abruptly within a year.

Wu Zhong knew of the legend of Chen Yongwang.

His family was also from Xiantao Town, so he knew quite well about him,

especially the rivalry with Doctor Bai back in the day.

During that time, Doctor Bai was serving as one of the Inner Hall Eight Doctors of the Fishing Guild, yet he was still defeated by Chen Yongwang, who was later approached by both the Fishing Guild and Guild Cao

However, the old man declined all their requests, yet he treated all his patients equally.

Upon realizing this, the two guilds decided not to persist in their endeavors against the old man and left him be.

Thinking of the legendary figure, Chen Yongwang, Wu Zhong believed what Chen Jie said with considerable conviction. Such a remarkable person having left behind one or two secret martial arts manuals wasn’t unusual.

Chen Jie was confident in his story as well.

After all, his grandfather had truly left him a secret manual, the highly ranked Yang Chun Skill.

This was indeed the opening of the Chang Chun Skill’s Inner Strength.

One must know the saying in Jianghu: “Ten external skills are not comparable to one article of Inner Strength!”

These internal cultivation methods were extremely precious.

And Chen Jie merely switched things up, transforming the internal cultivation method left by his grandfather into Surging Wave Palm, an external Grand Achievement Dark Force Level hand technique that only reaches the verge of Energy Transformation when perfectly mastered.

Chen Jie didn’t think his words could deceive Wu Zhong.

And indeed, the effect was obvious, Wu Zhong truly believed him and did not inquire further about it.

At that moment, Chen Jie felt Wu Zhong’s pulse and examined his injuries, finding that Wu Zhong was severely wounded.

The external injuries were of no importance.

The main issue was a sinister force within his body attacking his limbs and meridians, thankfully Wu Zhong’s physical constitution had greatly improved after eating the Red-eyed Golden Chicken last time, otherwise he wouldn’t have withstood this sinister force.

Chen Jie examined him and attempted to channel a strand of Yang Chun Skill Inner Strength into his body.

As the Inner Strength entered Wu Zhong’s body, his complexion visibly improved a bit, however, Chen Jie dared not continue, as they were still surrounded.

They had not escaped the danger.

Thinking, Cheng Jie, following Doctor Bai’s teachings, sealed several of Wu Zhong’s major acupoints to slow his blood circulation and reduce blood loss.

Then, he carried Wu Zhong on his back.

Wu Zhong originally wanted to struggle and walk, but he was too weak; relying on him to walk would be slower than Chen Jie crawling.

Thus, Chen Jie removed the clothes from Yu Sanliu’s body and hastily dressed Wu Zhong in them.

Then he put on the headgear of “Jiutong” from the ground, and his own headgear of Wutong, and said to Wu Zhong, “Uncle Zhong, hold on tight. Whether we can escape or not depends on whether we can deceive them.”

Hearing this, Wu Zhong said, “Jiu Si, if the situation worsens, just leave me and run.”

Chen Jie replied, “Uncle Zhong, don’t talk like that, I promised Brother Hong, your wife, and my master that I would take you home.”

“I, Chen Jiu Si, never break my promise!”

Having said that, Chen Jie carried Wu Zhong towards a particular tree, because the path leading down the mountain through the Wild Chicken Neck had to pass by that tree; it was an unavoidable route.

Carrying a person, Chen Jie did not speak and went straight that way.

At that moment, under the tree, stood four Guild Cao staff members, one of whom was called Shunzi, the same one frightened by “Wu San’s” ghost stories.

He always felt that the tree was ominously gloomy, as if it housed many aggrieved souls.

His heart was filled with immense fear, yet there was also curiosity.

Like watching a horror movie, knowing it’s terrifying but unable to resist watching a bit more.

He was the kind of person addicted to such thrills, constantly staring at the tree, gradually unsatisfied with only watching from a distance.

He paced closer, step by step.

Finally, he reached under the tree and, through the dense leaves, he looked up like that.

Drip.

A liquid dropped onto his mask, and when he wiped it with his hand, it was red!

Instantly startled, he reached out to push aside the leaves blocking his view, and when he did—

His blood ran cold!

Holy hell!

A ferocious, horrifying face hung from the branches, staring down at him, while fresh blood dripped from the mouth of that ghastly face.

What was most terrifying was that he recognized the face—it was Wu San!

The very Wu San who had scared him with ghost stories!

“Ah, ah…”

Shunzi, terrified, suffered a mental breakdown, sat down abruptly, and then screamed frantically while retreating backward using both hands and feet.

But before he could retreat a few steps, he suddenly bumped into an object and stopped.

Turning around, it was a familiar “Wutong,” and behind him, there was a “Jiutong.”

At this moment, he was holding onto the leg of “Wutong,” and more importantly, he recognized the clothes on this “Wutong”—they were “Wu San’s”!

In an instant, his blood ran cold.

“What’s wrong?”

Chen Jie was also startled by this guy’s reaction; he hadn’t done anything.

“Ah, you…”

Chen Jie saw that he was about to shout. If he called people over, wouldn’t that be troublesome?

Thinking this, he delivered a kick.

With one kick, he knocked him unconscious!

“What’s the situation?”

The noise startled the people around, and Chen Jie crouched down to support him but forgot that he was carrying Wu Zhong on his back.

“It’s nothing, Shunzi has a seizure.”

Hearing this, a group of people immediately looked over, and then someone asked in confusion, “Wutong, why are you carrying Jiutong Master?”

“Oh, Jiutong Master sprained his ankle!”

Hearing this, several people were stunned, not reacting at first; meanwhile, Chen Jie put down Shunzi and carried Wu Zhong down the mountain. But the next moment, someone realized, “Something’s wrong, stop!”

Chen Jie couldn’t stop; he broke into a run.

“Quick, send the signal, enemies have disguised as us!”

Upon hearing this, someone immediately sent a signal.

Whew!

A Cloud Piercing Arrow soared into the sky, truly a meeting of thousands of troops!

Whew, smack!

This sound instantly attracted the nearby people.

Yu Biao immediately led people over.

“Where?”

“Here!”

A disciple from the Guild Cao shouted, and upon hearing this, Yu Biao with a knife in hand joined the chase.

The other disciples from Guild Cao also gathered around.

“Where, where!”

At that moment, someone pointed at Chen Jie running with Wu Zhong on his back; the next moment, a group of people chased after him, and not far away, Big Ship Leader looked over this way when he saw Chen Jie carrying someone wearing a “Jiutong” headgear running along the Wild Chicken Neck path.

Blood rushed to his pupils!

He recognized from the silhouette that the person being carried was Wu Zhong—Wu Zhong must not live!@@novelbin@@

Thinking this, he did not know where the strength came from, but he madly took a shortcut along the path to intercept Chen Jie.

At that moment, he was incredibly fast. He had to intercept Wu Zhong; there was only one chance, and if lost, he didn’t know when there would be another!

And who exactly was this “Wutong”?

Had his betrayal of the Fishing Guild been exposed? If it had been?

Thinking this, his blood also ran cold.

He felt an adrenaline surge, today he absolutely could not let Wu Zhong leave the mountain alive!

Thinking this, Big Ship Leader hurried even faster.

Meanwhile, over at Wild Chicken Neck, suddenly an immensely shocked, angry, sad, and mournful voice exclaimed, “My son!”

The voice was in deep pain, filled with grief, indicating how immense the speaker’s sorrow was.

At that moment, you could see Yu Biao holding the stiff body of Yu Sanliu, crying incessantly.

“My son!”

Whimper, whimper…

The sound was sobbing, heartbreaking to hear.

“Who exactly did this brutal act!”

Yu Biao roared in anger, “My son, oh my son!”

Looking at Yu Sanliu’s shattered jaw and broken neck, Yu Biao cried uncontrollably, while the surrounding disciples from Guild Cao were all horrified.

Who had made this brutal move.

At that moment, a disciple said, “Old Master, now is not the time for tears, we must avenge the young master!”

Hearing this, Yu Biao suddenly snapped back to reality, looked at the speaker, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes—yes, vengeance, they must have vengeance!

If this vengeance was not taken, I, Yu Biao, swear not to rest.

“Son, lie down for a while, daddy will kill the murderer and then bring you home.”

Saying this, Yu Biao laid down Yu Sanliu’s body, wiped his tears, and angrily commanded, “Follow me, kill!”

After saying this, he drew his long knife, now completely enraged, his only thought was of slaughter.

To capture the murderer and, in front of his son’s body, flay him thousands of times, to vent the hatred in his heart!

Yu Biao raised his tiger eyes, his eyes full of hatred, and just then, on the mountain path of Wild Chicken Neck, he saw “Wutong” carrying “Jiutong” fleeing rapidly.

Yu Biao roared, “Villain, don’t even think of escaping!”

With that, he drew his knife and took large strides, frantically chasing after him.

At that moment, the pain of losing his son erupted, Yu Biao’s speed surged beyond anything normal, truly ferocious.

At that time, holding his knife, all he could think of was the image of his son’s tragic death.

“San Liu, don’t be in a hurry to leave, wait for daddy, daddy will avenge you!”

“Avenge!”

At that moment, Yu Biao’s mind was flooded with memories of every little moment with Yu Sanliu,

Yu Sanliu was so understanding and obedient as a child; back then, he was just a low-ranking member of Guild Cao, remembering he still lived in a broken house.

Whenever it rained, the house leaked and he had to use a bucket to catch the rain.

And at those times, his son would always bring over his little wooden basin, “Daddy, let me help you!”

Back then, Yu Biao promised Yu Sanliu that he would let him live in a big house one day.

Now you’ve moved into a big house, how could you leave your daddy!

How could you be so cruel!

My son

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