Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

Kui Zheng was so frightened by the sharp aura of Wenhujiu that he dared not say a word, let alone look up at him.

Coupled with the severe pain in his sternum and the poison in his body, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably under Wen Yanzhao's feet.

"Boy! I'm asking you a question!"

Wenhujiu had a cold face and leaned over to stare at Kui Zheng who was sweating profusely and asked.

"Great... Great hero, I am also following the orders of the patriarch. This has nothing to do with me. Please spare my life..."

Kui Zheng was extremely frightened at this moment. Before leaving, he was told that the owner of Donggui Tavern was a young man who had no martial arts skills.

How come two people with such high realms suddenly came in? I was hiding well on the beam, but somehow I was poisoned by that handsome young man!

"Uncle, you saw it! He said he wanted to kill your precious nephew!"

Wen Yanzhao added fuel to the fire with ill intentions.

"The Zhenxi Marquisate and the Yan family have always kept to themselves. How could he have the guts to kill my nephew? Tell me, what else did your patriarch say?"

Wen Hujiu frowned and asked with a serious expression.

"I really don't know. I just said that this Donggui Tavern is a nuisance and asked me to get rid of it as soon as possible!"

At this time, Kui Zheng's face was covered in sweat mixed with the poisonous blood, and he looked horrible.

"You heard me, right? The Yan family is very powerful. If they dare to kill my cousin Dongjun today, I don't know what I will do tomorrow. Uncle, what do you think we should do?"

Wen Yanzhao raised his eyebrows, determined to make Wen Hujiu express his position, so that he would have a reason to intervene in the affairs of the Gu and Yan families in order to gain more fame.

"The Yan family is really ambitious. They dared to kill the precious grandson of Lord Baili. I'm afraid that the entire Yan family will not be able to pay for his life!"

Kui Zheng, who was being stepped on by Wen Yanzhao, was shocked when he heard Wen Hujiu talking about the old Marquis Baili. He never thought that this seemingly ordinary tavern owner had such a profound background.

"Let me ask you, if your master knew that your assassination attempt had failed, what would he do to you?"

Wen Yanzhao released his foot from Kui Zheng's chest and looked at him with a wicked smile.

"This... the patriarch will definitely punish me!"

Wen Yanzhao had stepped on several of Kui Zheng's sternums, cracking them. The pain was so severe that he couldn't move at all, so he just lay on his back and answered.

"Then will you tell your family master about my uncle and nephew?"

Wen Yanzhao suddenly leaned close to Kui Zheng's face, staring into his eyes with a strange smile on his lips.

"No, no, no... I will never tell you anything. Please spare my life!"

Seeing that Wen Yanzhao seemed to be willing to let him go, Kui Zheng immediately begged for mercy as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

"Zhao'er, why waste time talking to him? A strand of bone-dissolving powder will cause trouble. Let's go find your cousin Dongjun!"

Seeing that Wen Yanzhao was hesitant to kill him, Wen Hujiu urged him.

"Uncle, why are you so anxious? I still have a lot of use for him!" Wen Yanzhao responded to Wenhujiu's words, then turned around and said to Kui Zheng:

"If you do one thing for me, I will give you the antidote and let you go back. How about that?"

"Don't say a word, I will do anything you ask me to do!"

Upon hearing this, Kui Zheng was overjoyed and quickly agreed.

"Okay, uncle! There's paper and pen on the counter, please help me get it!"

Wen Hujiu didn't know what Wen Yanzhao was up to, so he didn't ask much. He took a pen and paper from the accountant, dipped it in ink and handed it over.

"Thank you, uncle. Come on, Yan family, write down on this piece of paper that you are here to kill Baili Dongjun under the order of the patriarch, and I will spare you!"

Wen Yanzhao shook the rice paper in his hand and handed it to Kuizheng.

Kui Zheng was shocked when he heard the voice. If outsiders knew about this, the head of the family, Yan Bietian, might kill him!

But he could still distinguish between immediate death and possible death, so he struggled to get up.

Kui Zheng endured the severe pain in his sternum, took the paper and pen handed to him by Wen Yanzhao, and wrote a line of words:

"Kui Zheng, a servant of the Yan family in Chaisang City, Southwest Road, has come to the Donggui Tavern to assassinate the owner on the orders of the family master, Yan Bietian."

"anything else!"

Wen Yanzhao took the paper and said coldly after reading it.

"And... and what else? What else? Please tell me clearly, young man!"

Kui Zheng asked in a trembling voice.

"Sign and seal it! Otherwise, who would believe that you are from the Yan family if you show them a blank piece of paper without any evidence?"

Before Wen Yanzhao finished speaking, his hands were as fast as lightning, and a sword energy flashed across the tip of Kui Zheng's left thumb!

Without waiting for his reaction, she pulled up her bleeding finger and pressed it on the paper.

"That's right! Okay, uncle, now I have the evidence that the Yan family wants to kill my cousin!"

Wen Yanzhao raised the piece of paper with blood and ink still wet on it.

"Are you determined to interfere in the affairs of the Gu and Yan families?"

Wenhujiu asked with a frown.

"Uncle, you're making it sound like I'm making trouble out of nothing. It's the Yan family who's ignorant of their own limitations and wants to kill my cousin. I'm here to attack the Yan family on behalf of Uncle Baili!"

Wen Yanzhao's eyes were cunning, but Kui Zheng, who was half lying on the ground, felt a chill down his spine.

I thought to myself: This kid from the Wen family is so vicious! This trick really shuts up my Yan family! While he's happy now, I'll quickly find a way to escape. When I get back to the mansion, I'll tell the head of the family that if these two people start to hurt people first, I can still save my life...

Kui Zheng thought for a moment and immediately begged for mercy:

"I have done everything you ordered. Can you give me the antidote and let me go?"

"Oh, look at my brain!"

Wen Yanzhao slapped his head, pretending to be enlightened, and then continued:

"I never keep antidotes when I mix poison, because I can't be poisoned! I'm so sorry..."

"Ah this!"

When Kui Zheng heard him say this, his face turned pale. He knelt down and kowtowed despite the pain in his chest:

"Young man, please be merciful and save my life! I will definitely repay you handsomely in the future..."

"No need for you to repay me, I'll just ask you to do me a favor now!"

Wen Yanzhao curled the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly.

"Young man, please tell me. I will do as you say!"

"Don't tell anyone what happened today!"

Wen Yanzhao was still smiling, but there was a barely perceptible coldness in his eyes!

"Of course! Of course! I will keep my mouth shut when I go out!"

Kui Zheng kowtowed without noticing the slight change in Wen Yanzhao's expression. He immediately agreed as if he had been pardoned.

"laugh!"

"Idiot! Only dead people keep their mouths shut!"

With a slight sound, a red and white substance spurted out from behind Kui Zheng's head.

Looking at Wen Yanzhao again, he was making sword gestures with his hands, and the invisible sword energy condensed from his true energy had already pierced through Kui Zheng's head.

Kui Zheng fell backwards with a look of disbelief in his overly bulging eyes!

"Zhao'er, why did you kill him?"

Wenhujiu was not surprised, he just felt that keeping this person might still be useful.

"Didn't you always teach me that the world is unpredictable and people are treacherous, and that I should kill decisively and not leave myself hidden dangers? Look how obedient I am! Uncle, does what I did today count as killing decisively? "

Wen Yanzhao asked playfully, not at all like the cold-faced young man who had just killed a Vajra Mortal Realm warrior with a wave of his hand.

Warming up the wine pot: (sweating soybeans…)

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