The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The sound of the bolt hitting the door was particularly jarring in the quiet night, as if it shut out all the dangers from the outside world.

Wang Meng leaned against the cold door, panting heavily, each breath laced with blood and foam.

He slid to the ground, looking down at the sunken marks and gruesome bloodstains on his chest. In his eyes, besides the relief of surviving the ordeal, there was more humiliation and lingering fear.

That palm strike almost cost him his life.

"Very well, very well, very well... I'll remember this grudge for now."

He gritted his teeth, squeezing out a series of "good"s from between his teeth, each word like a poisoned steel needle: "The humiliation of today, I will make you pay a thousand times over in the future! If I don't pin you down and make you cry and beg for mercy, I, Wang Meng, swear I am not a human being!"

The brief moment of bliss and the instantaneous loss of focus had long since vanished, washed away by the excruciating pain and humiliation brought by that slap.

At this moment, only the flames of revenge burned in his heart. He imagined the scene of brutally ravaging the girl in the pale yellow dress.

He struggled to sit cross-legged, trying to regulate his breathing, despite his weakened state.

Regardless, saving his life and recovering from his injuries are the top priorities.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind and guide the strange heat within his body to repair his damaged meridians and bones.

However, just as he closed his eyes, preparing to enter a state of meditation, an extremely faint breathing sound reached his senses.

Wang Meng felt a sudden chill, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

He suddenly opened his eyes and scanned the room warily.

Suddenly, in the shadows of a corner of the room, there was another person!

The man was dressed entirely in black, almost blending into the darkness. His face was covered with a black mask, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cold, icy light.

In his hand, he held a gleaming short knife, the blade still bearing a few drops of dark red blood that had not yet dried.

At that moment, the man was leaning leisurely against the wall with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the disheveled Wang Meng with great interest.

Upon meeting Wang Meng, he finally realized who he was.

He then slowly emerged from the darkness.

"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't this my brother, the king?"

How did you get into such a sorry state?

A teasing voice came from behind the face mask, carrying an undisguised playfulness.

The man slowly stepped out of the shadows, and the moonlight shone through the window lattice, illuminating most of his figure.

Wang Meng's pupils suddenly contracted!

Even though the other person was masked, he would never mistake their figure, voice, and especially the familiar smile in their eyes!

"Zhao...Zhao Song?"

Wang Meng's voice sounded somewhat hoarse due to shock and weakness.

Why is he here?

Shouldn't he be helping out in the kitchen?

Moreover, judging from his attire and the bloodstains on the dagger in his hand, he had clearly just returned from outside, and it was highly likely that he had just finished doing something "shady"!

Zhao Song removed the mask from his face, revealing a face with a somewhat wicked smile.

He looked Wang Meng up and down, his gaze lingering on the horrific wound on his chest for a moment, his eyes filled with even more amusement.

"Brother Wang, which martial arts hero have you offended this time?"

That was really ruthless.

Zhao Song brandished the short knife in his hand, the tip drawing a cold arc. "Judging from your injuries, if it weren't for your extraordinary constitution, you would probably be dead by now."

His tone was relaxed, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary, but Wang Meng could read a subtle scrutiny and inquiry deep in his eyes.

This Zhao Song is definitely not as simple as he seems on the surface!

Wang Mengqiang suppressed his surprise and doubt, and snorted coldly: "My affairs are none of Brother Zhao's concern."

But you, Brother Zhao, are dressed in black in the dead of night, holding a sharp blade, the tip of which is stained with blood!

It seems Brother Zhao has had a very fruitful night as well!

As he spoke, he remained on guard, knowing that despite his serious injuries, he would not give up and wait to die.

Zhao Song twirled the short knife in his hand, the hilt bouncing nimbly in his palm, emitting a soft "humming" sound.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Brother Wang, what are you saying? We hit it off immediately. Your room is my room, isn't it?"

I just... went out to stretch my muscles a bit, and came back to check if you were asleep, Brother Wang.

Unexpectedly, I happened to witness Brother Wang in such a...spectacular state.

He walked slowly toward Wang Meng, each step seeming to tread on Wang Meng's heart. Behind that seemingly harmless smile lay an elusive intention.

Wang Meng's heart sank little by little.

"Brother Zhao, please feel free to speak your mind. I am quite well-off, and there are several dozen taels of silver hidden in the wooden board under the headboard. Please accept it with a smile."

Zhao Song heard this.

The playful smile gradually faded, replaced by a cold, undisguised murderous intent.

He slowly sheathed the short knife in his hand at his waist, making a soft metallic scraping sound.

"Brother Wang, since that's the case, I won't beat around the bush with you."

Zhao Song's voice lowered, carrying an undeniable resolve, "That's right, I am not just an ordinary servant of Mantuo Manor. I am the personal disciple of the Azure Dragon Envoy under the command of Master Hong of Shenlong Island."

"I was ordered by my master to infiltrate this Mantuo Manor, my purpose being to investigate the legendary Langhuan Jade Cave, and... the location of the Wang family's treasury in the hands of that vile woman, Li Qingluo."

When he mentioned the name "Li Qingluo," a deep-seated hatred flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating a significant grudge against Mantuo Manor.

"Unfortunately!"

Zhao Song chuckled self-deprecatingly, a hint of resentment in his smile. "This Mantuo Manor may seem peaceful, but it is actually heavily guarded, especially the area around the Langhuan Jade Cave, which is riddled with traps and teeming with experts."

My risky exploration tonight yielded nothing; instead, I inadvertently triggered a warning and exposed my whereabouts.

If I hadn't run fast, I'd probably be a prisoner there by now.

Wang Meng was deeply shocked by Zhao Song's confession.

He never imagined that Zhao Song, who had been sharing a room with him these past few days and seemed honest and simple, was actually a spy sent by Shenlong Island!

"I see... But isn't Shenlong Island a story from The Deer and the Cauldron?"

How could this happen...? What era is this world in?

Wang Meng thought to himself, but on the surface he remained calm, only his eyes became more vigilant: "So what are you planning to do now that you've come back?"

They came back specifically to silence me.

Zhao Song sneered, his gaze fixed on Wang Meng like a venomous snake: "Brother Wang is joking. I have no grudge against you. Besides, you took good care of me for several days. How could I be a petty person who doesn't know how to repay kindness?"

If anyone's to blame, it's just that my brother was incredibly unlucky.

My original plan was to come back, pack some travel money, and immediately flee a thousand miles away to avoid the pursuit of Mantuo Manor.

But..."

He paused, a hint of greed and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes: "I never expected to run into you, my brother, who was seriously injured, as soon as I returned."

Hehe, this is really... You have a path to heaven but you choose not to take it, and you barge into hell when there's no way out!

but……"

Wang Meng's heart sank; he had already understood Zhao Song's intentions.

This guy wants to squeeze some benefits out of me before he leaves!

Sure enough, Zhao Song approached Wang Meng step by step, his honest face appearing somewhat ferocious in the flickering candlelight: "Brother Wang, it is fate that we have met."

I don't want to be ruthless.

I know you are a member of the Ming Cult.

I'll ask you questions, you answer them, and then you hand over the cultivation method for your Ming Cult's seemingly powerful 'Supreme Sacred Flame Technique,' and I might consider sparing your life.

Even...we could take you away from this hellhole and let you join our Divine Dragon Cult. Mei, mei, you have Mei, you're empty Mei, haven't you thought about it...

With your talent, Brother Wang, if you gain the sect leader's favor, your future will be limitless!

His voice was seductive, but Wang Meng detected an undeniable threat in it.

This guy has his eye on the very thing he depends on for survival!

He even immediately identified himself.

Could it be that they've been watching me for a while?

A chilling killing intent rose uncontrollably from the depths of Wang Meng's heart. Although he was seriously injured, he was by no means a lamb to be slaughtered!

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone Wang Meng!

However, just as Zhao Song was only three steps away from him, and the chilling killing intent was almost solidifying, Wang Meng's eyes darted around, and a look of extreme pain suddenly appeared on his face.

"puff!"

He suddenly opened his mouth, and another mouthful of blood gushed out, thicker and darker in color than before.

Blood splattered on the ground, instantly staining a small patch of floor red.

Wang Meng swayed, as if he might collapse at any moment, his breath growing weaker as he stammered, "Brother Zhao...you...save me...I...I can't go on..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were beginning to glaze over, giving him the appearance that he was about to die.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Song paused in his steps, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He had thought Wang Meng would fight back desperately, but he hadn't expected that the other party was so badly injured that he seemed to have no strength left to even stand up.

Could that blow to the chest have truly destroyed his life?

"Hmph, trash! I thought you were so capable."

Zhao Song pursed his lips, his wariness lessening slightly. He also realized that there was no way to gain anything from a dying person.

He glanced back at the place where the silver was hidden, in the direction Wang Meng had just pointed to, where the bed was located.

He didn't notice that a glint of light flashed beneath Wang Meng's lowered eyelids.