Chapter 48: Soul Devouring Scatter

  Perhaps I am not a strong person, but for honor, for my old demon, I must become a strong person.

  If I always choose to escape, then I reckon for this lifetime, I won't be able to see glory again.

  I have indeed betrayed Gongzi Xingtian, and I have also betrayed the promise I made to him in the past.

  He wants me dead, I have no complaints.

  "You can do whatever you want to me, I can accept it. However, I have a request, can I see someone? After seeing him, whether to beat or kill, it's up to you."

  The young master Gongzi Xing Tian did not speak a word, and for half an incense stick's time, he remained silent.

  I raised my eyes to look at him and almost fell to the ground.

  No Gongzi Xing Tian, no Shantou, no Hong Shang.

  At this moment, I am standing on a big street, the street is crowded with people, cars and horses are flowing like water, it's very lively.

  This is the capital city, and right in front of me, not far away, is the Shun Feng Inn.

  How did I end up here? Why am I here? Why be here?

  Without Gongzi Xing Tian, I shouldn't be happy, right? However, the expression on my face is definitely uglier than crying.

  My memory has gone haywire again, and it's a big one this time.

  What role is Rong Hua playing in this big fork?

  Suddenly, extremely afraid, extremely panicked.

  I want to go find Bianyuan, I must go find Bianyuan, let Bianyuan take a look, what's going on with my body.

  Go find his grandfather, the sky is vast, the field is boundless, what kind of fate do I have?

  Just as I made up my mind to find the source of the rumor, a loud shout suddenly came from the street: "A dead man! A dead man!"

  With this sound, the crowd on the street began to disperse and flee in a flash.

  This escape, on the vast street, suddenly a broad expanse unfolded before my eyes.

  About thirty feet in front of me on the ground lay a person, or rather, a dead body.

  That was a man, about forty years old, covered all over with blood, and it was purple-red blood.

  There is no doubt that this man was poisoned to death, and he was poisoned by Soul Devouring Powder.

  Under the bright sky, in broad daylight, right under the emperor's feet, someone actually dared to make a move in plain sight, most importantly, he even dared to do it right under my nose, and what's more, with such ruthlessness that I think he must be tired of living.

  More than a year ago, the news of Poison King's death at my hands spread throughout Jianghu.

  The one who spread that message was the only surviving disciple of the Poison King, the mysterious female knight who suddenly disappeared that day.

  Actually, Poison King He Zeng died at my hands, but people in the jianghu always like to exaggerate and distort facts, like adding oil to the fire and magnifying things. They like to point at a deer and call it a horse, twisting reality.

  In an instant, I rose to fame in the world of poison techniques and became a supreme existence like the Poison King. What's more, some people even started calling me the new Poison King.

  The poison masters of the Poison Technique realm naturally took me as their challenge target.

  In the Tang Gate, there is a poisonous expert named Tang Kun who threw out ruthless words, saying that he will definitely make me die under his poison.

  Tang Kun's notorious poison is precisely this Soul-Devouring Powder.

  Tang Kun knew I was a descendant of Gui Guzi and a disciple of Song Lingzi, and also knew that I lived in Kongwu Valley.

  He stomped around the outside of Kongwuyuan for several months, only to discover with regret that not even a fly could fly in, let alone a person. He had no choice but to set up camp outside and wait for me to come out and die myself.