Chapter 45

Far behind the man whose name he did not know, Wu Fan was very patient, for he knew that the reason the Miro Sect was called a cult was, on one hand, due to the empire's deliberate portrayal of their illegality and danger, and on the other hand, wasn't it also describing how these people acted in bizarre and unpredictable ways? Just take the man Wu Fan was tailing; he had been wandering around the street for nearly half an hour and was still strolling without any urgency. It was his cautiousness that almost led him to discover Wu Fan, the little tail, several times.

As the sun set in the west and the sky grew dark, the sparse evening lights began to be lit.

Perhaps feeling no trouble behind him, the man finally chose a direction and walked forward. After taking a few dozen steps, he turned into an alley and disappeared into the dark night, with no further movement.

Wu Fan, to avoid being discovered, kept a considerable distance. When he could no longer see the man's figure in the alley, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

The alley was piled with abandoned debris and timber, with no one passing by, and there was no back door to speak of... How could the man just disappear? How could he vanish into thin air? Looking at the high walls of the courtyard, he saw no signs of climbing. Wu Fan lowered his head and carefully searched. He wouldn't believe that a living person could just disappear; there must be something strange going on!

Sure enough—

After moving a wooden board, Wu Fan saw a hole no more than three feet in diameter! A dog hole!

Wu Fan clapped his hands, squinted his eyes, and squatted on the spot for a while, then grinned sinisterly.

Standing up, Wu Fan looked at the high walls of the courtyard and thought that it wasn't something an ordinary family could afford; it must belong to a wealthy household. This matched Wu Fan's guess: in Luoyang, there were a group of high-ranking officials and nobles who had close ties with the Miro Sect.

Wu Fan casually stopped someone at the alley entrance and learned the name of the estate's owner.

"An Yuan Hou..."

Wu Fan leaned against the wall by the dog hole, squinting his eyes, exuding an indescribable eerie aura.

An Yuan Hou, as long as one lived in Luoyang, they would mostly know him, and Wu Fan was no exception. This miscellaneous title of Marquis was inherited, and his real name was Zheng Jie, about 42 or 43 years old. He was usually carefree and loved to gather friends, recite poetry, and write essays, embodying the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties. And what did people with the Wei and Jin style and self-proclaimed elegance usually like? Not much more than three things: wine, courtesans, and drugs. The initial doctrine of the Miro Sect was "youthful immortality," and to achieve "youthful immortality," they used alchemy and elixirs. Thus, it wasn't hard to explain why the Miro Sect was associated with this Marquis, probably because they shared a fondness for drugs.

Even though Wu Fan had mentally prepared for the possibility of involvement from the upper echelons of Luoyang, he still couldn't calm down. Although these idle Marquises and high-ranking officials didn't have much real power, they were indeed known for the "three abundances": many people, much money, and many friends... If they were pushed to the limit, they would do anything!

His head was a mess, and his heart was even more chaotic. Wu Fan couldn't help but worry about his future. There was no way not to worry; it was truly difficult, and his mission involved too many people!

Squatting on the spot for a long time, Wu Fan finally took action. Just knowing about this idle Marquis wasn't enough; he needed to know more people, all of them. So, he needed some special means! He needed to take the initiative!

Thinking about it, Wu Fan bought a large burlap bag and some hemp rope from a grain store on the street, and found a suitable piece of timber in the alley.

Then...

"Bang!"

When the man from the Miro Sect, who had just returned from An Yuan Hou's residence, poked his head out of the dog hole, he was struck hard on the back of his head, causing him to spin and fall to the ground, unconscious.

"Ah! Hitting him with a club was too easy, really no sense of achievement! Tsk tsk!"

Wu Fan sighed dramatically, threw the timber, dragged the man out of the dog hole, tied him up with hemp rope, and stuffed him into the burlap bag, carrying him away as if nothing had happened.

The alley wasn't deep and was located at the edge of the East Market, with many passersby, making it unsuitable for interrogation. Wu Fan planned to find another place. His idea was good, but it exhausted him, even with his low-level innate strength. In a bustling city like Luoyang, finding a quiet and secluded place was extremely difficult. After searching for a long time, Wu Fan finally found a small forest in the city and stopped there.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

After panting for a while, Wu Fan opened the burlap bag, pulled out the man from the Miro Sect, and tied him to a tree with hemp rope.

"Slap slap!"

Wu Fan slapped the man, but he didn't wake up.

"Damn! Didn't I hit him too hard and kill him?"

Wu Fan was startled and quickly hit him harder several times.

"Slap slap! Slap slap! Slap slap!"

"Hiss!"

The man finally opened his confused eyes.

"Phew!"

Wu Fan sighed in relief and muttered, "I thought I had killed you! Brother, hello! We meet again, aren't you happy?"

The man, no matter how stupid, understood the situation when he saw himself tied up and immediately roared, "You scoundrel! You treacherous scoundrel! You bastard! You actually ambushed me... Ugh ugh ugh..."

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Showing off your loud voice?," Wu Fan rudely stuffed a piece of burlap into his mouth, revealing a fierce expression, "Calling you brother is giving you a chance to face reality! If you don't show respect, don't blame me for being rude! Now, I give you two choices: first, answer whatever I ask! Second, wait until you can't bear the pain and beg me to ask!"

Wu Fan removed the burlap from the man's mouth.

"Spit!"

The man glared and defiantly spat in Wu Fan's face!

"Ah!"

Sighing, Wu Fan roughly stuffed the man's mouth again.

"Bang!"

Turning around, Wu Fan punched the man in the stomach.

"Ugh... Uh..."

The man's face turned red with pain.

"Rude!"

Wu Fan coldly snorted, turned away, and went to a well nearby to fetch some water to wash his face.

Walking back to the forest, Wu Fan opened the fourteen-form saber case on his waist, took out ten steel needles, and said to the man with utmost seriousness, "Because of that spit, I'm very angry, as it's very impolite! So, I'll tell you: today! If I can't make you talk and teach you to be polite, I'll take your last name! Really!"

Shaking the steel needles, Wu Fan grabbed the man's hand and continued, "Let's start with this, I call it 'Piercing Ten Fingers,' sounds good, right?"

"Ah... Haha... Ugh..."

As the steel needles were inserted under his fingernails one by one, the man's eyes instantly widened, not out of anger, but out of pain. His face turned red like a freshly steamed shrimp, his body stiffened like a corpse, and his sweat soaked through his clothes! Pain! Pain! Pain!

One.

Three.

Seven.

Ten.

All the steel needles were driven into the man's fingers!

Wu Fan looked at the man's distorted face, saying nothing, not even blinking.

The man quickly adapted to the pain, showing remarkable resilience, much stronger than Zhong Xiu.

Seeing the contempt and defiance in the man's eyes, Wu Fan clicked his tongue and said, "Looks like I have to use my ultimate skills! We are of the same root, why be so urgent to torment each other, why?"

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