Chapter 38

A sudden wave of extreme terror struck Hu Changqing as he stood at the bank's door, taking a deep breath and tightly gripping the letter containing the secret given to him by his mother. Unfortunately, he had no time to react!

With a "pfft," the dagger plunged deep into Hu Changqing's thigh! Yun Mo's calculation was extremely precise, carefully avoiding the major artery in his leg, and the strike was successful!

Ah...! Just as Hu Changqing was about to scream in agony, a numbing sensation instantly spread throughout his body, and he collapsed onto the bed like a wooden stake!

This...? Apart from his little finger, which could still move, and his ability to emit a faint sound, Hu Changqing felt as if he had turned into a pile of mud, completely unable to move, yet his mind remained clear. This feeling was extremely terrifying. Hu Changqing was terrified to the core.

"You... what... are you going to do?" he asked in a broken, weak voice.

"I need to find out some information, and you'd better cooperate!" Yun Mo, who had restored his original appearance, appeared in Hu Changqing's line of sight.

Huh...? Hu Changqing was almost shocked into a faint.

"Yun... Mo?" he asked, his voice filled with shock and doubt.

"Exactly!"

The bed was large, the bedding soft, and the bedroom, perfumed with incense, was still comfortable. However, Hu Changqing's heart turned cold.

His face was extremely strange, pale with a grayish tinge, and behind the gray, there was a hint of black. These colors painted his scarred face in an extremely bizarre way, making him look neither alive nor dead, but something in between!

Yun Mo, dressed in a loose black robe, strolled leisurely around the bed, not saying a word, but looking at the immobilized Hu Changqing with a mocking, half-smiling gaze.

Hu Changqing felt like a pig about to be butchered at a market, and Yun Mo's gaze was like that of a butcher deciding where to make the first cut, terrifying him to the point of losing all sense of direction!

With a quavering voice, he pleaded, "Hey, Little Brother Yun... Mo, we've never crossed paths, so why are you doing this today?"

He didn't bother to think about how this child had entered his heavily guarded home or how he had transformed into Xiao He's appearance to ambush him. He knew that his life was now in the hands of this eight-year-old boy, and to survive, he had to plead for mercy, so he chose the most appropriate way to speak!

Yun Mo chuckled, then proudly pulled out a sharp dagger from his backpack, waving it casually and cutting a large hole in the bedding. The cold blade almost grazed Hu Changqing's face, making him almost lose control of his bladder and bowels!

"Little... Brother...!" Hu Changqing struggled to turn his face away from the dagger, but how could he succeed? "Don't... kill me, if you want to know... anything, I'll tell you... everything!" His eyes almost bulged out as he stared at Yun Mo, hoping he wouldn't really cut him.

"Why did you try to assassinate me, and who was behind it?" Yun Mo leaned down, pulling Hu Changqing into a face-up position, and with a threatening wave of the dagger, he cut a strand of Hu Changqing's hair, causing the old man to cry out in fear.

"Little... Brother, don't... let's talk... it out!"

Yun Mo looked at the pleading man with a cold gaze, then glanced at the mole on his wrist, and with a vicious slash, he stabbed Hu Changqing's arm!

Ah...! The intense pain almost drove Hu Changqing mad! "Stop...! What do you... want to know? I don't... understand... you're mistaken!"

Yun Mo paid no attention to his gasping cries. The poison only allowed him to make a faint sound, so Yun Mo wasn't worried about the maids outside the bedroom hearing him, and he acted without restraint.

Swish! He pulled out the dagger, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Yun Mo had already moved away, and the blood stained the bedding red.

Ah...! Hu Changqing let out a faint cry, unable to believe that an eight-year-old child could be so ruthless.

Pfft! Yun Mo remained silent, stabbing Hu Changqing's other arm. He pulled it out, ignoring Hu Changqing's near-death pain, and continued to stab him in areas without major arteries. Soon, Hu Changqing was a bloody mess, with blood gushing out, turning the place into a hell of blood. The nauseating smell of blood filled the air, but Yun Mo didn't flinch.

"I'll... tell you, it... was our... leader... who ordered me and another squad leader... to assassinate you. The one who bought your life... was the chief steward... Cheng Fugui. He said... it was because... Zhou Quan's... son was injured... by you, so he... suggested killing you. That's all... I know, please... don't kill me...!"

Yun Mo stopped his actions, listening to Hu Changqing's confession with a blank expression. The content was similar to what he had guessed, so he wasn't surprised!

What surprised him was that the steward Zhou Quan was also involved! It turned out that Cheng Fugui had informed the leader to avoid responsibility in case something went wrong. As Hu Changqing was the leader's trusted subordinate, the leader didn't hide anything from him, so he knew the whole story!

Yun Mo didn't know these intricate details; he only knew that the death list now included Little Pockmark and his father, Zhou Quan!

"You're smart!" Yun Mo patted Hu Changqing's cheek with the dagger and said softly, "Since you've cooperated, I'll give you a chance to live!"

"Thank you, Little Brother!" Hu Changqing was so grateful that he almost wanted to kowtow.

Hmph, Yun Mo took out a dagger coated with 'Heart-Losing Liquid' and made a cut on Hu Changqing's arm. Then, in front of Hu Changqing's puzzled gaze, he pulled out the dagger from his thigh and handed him the ordinary dagger that had been stabbing him. He patted his cheek and said sternly, "I've given you this chance to live. Whether you survive or not is up to you!"

With that, he got up, searched the secret compartment under Hu Changqing's bed for a large amount of gold notes, cultivation manuals, and some medicinal pills, and then left the room, closing the door behind him!

Hu Changqing had practiced martial arts since he was young and had a strong body. He knew that although he had lost a lot of blood and was severely weakened, he wouldn't die because he hadn't injured any major arteries.

"Kids, you don't know how to finish the job! Once I recover, I'll ask the leader to personally come and tear you apart to avenge today's humiliation! My gold notes, my medicinal pills, this is infuriating!"

As Hu Changqing gradually regained his ability to move, the effects of the bone-softening poison began to wear off, and he started to plan his next move.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in his brain without warning, instantly turning his clear mind into a mess. He was instantly lost in a hallucination, not knowing who he was or why he was there!

"Who am I?" he muttered, his eyes bloodshot, holding the dagger, his wounds still bleeding, and wearing tattered, dirty pajamas. In a daze, he opened the door and walked out.

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(End of the chapter)