Chapter 163 - 99: Killing Fisherman 3
Chapter 163: Chapter 99: Killing Fisherman 3
"I don’t drink."
Su Chen shook his head.
The wine Chen Xuan had brought was White Confucian Wine.
It was indeed a fine vintage.
But it was too bitter.
He’d stopped drinking that particular bitterness long ago.
"I never intended to give you any in the first place."
"I’m drinking it myself!"
Chen Xuan drank, sobbing out his grievances.
He recounted the tragic story of his life.
He had been separated from his family during a popular uprising, and then, through a strange twist of fate, he had become a Eunuch just for a mouthful of food—suffering the cut, no longer a complete man.
Even when he found his relatives, he didn’t dare acknowledge them. In the Imperial Palace, he was bullied relentlessly and forced to eat grass scraps. It wasn’t until he met the Purple-robed Thousand Years that his life turned around.
"Thousand Years was a good man."
"But why don’t good people get what they deserve?"
"He also fought for the common people."
"Why did he have to be the one to die in this battle? Shouldn’t it have been those villains from Great Zhou..."
Chen Xuan wailed.
He had long since come to see the Purple-robed Thousand Years as a father.
But in this world, there was no justice for the good. There was only serving one’s own master, only life and death, winning and losing.
To the Zhou People, the Flame Emperor and Sikong were also good men.
They deserved a good end.
But none of the good men got one.
Instead, it was the villains who thrived. People like the Grand Ancestor of Liang, the Demon Emperor, who preyed upon the common folk, yet sat securely on his throne for three hundred years. And then there was Great Yu Yue, the Last Emperor of Great Yu, who brought endless misery to the people, yet had also lived to this day, awaiting the Immortal Arrival to ascend to the heavens.
"Wind Snow Sword Immortal, why didn’t you act sooner? If you had, Thousand Years wouldn’t have had to die. Wasn’t Thousand Years his apprentice from his time at the pharmacy?"
After a long time,
Chen Xuan drank himself into a stupor.
He lay unconscious in the small courtyard.
’The affairs of this world should be left for the world to decide...’
Su Chen’s thoughts were in turmoil.
He left.
He left the Imperial Palace, wanting to go to the moat outside the Imperial City to clear his head.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
At a bustling street corner, a crowd of people was shouting.
They didn’t care if the man was guilty or not. They just wanted to vent the fear that festered in the desperate atmosphere of the isolated city.
They were afraid.
The Wind Snow Sword Immortal still hadn’t appeared. Had he abandoned them?
They had long forgotten that the defiant Liang People were meant to protect themselves.
Over there stood a Beheading Platform.
A figure knelt on the ground, a man in his prime. His hair was disheveled and matted, obscuring his face. He wore a prisoner’s garb, awaiting the fall of the executioner’s blade.
’Is that the Killing Fisherman who’s been causing such a stir in the Imperial City?’
’His Longevity Fire seems a bit familiar.’
’Could I have seen him somewhere before?’
Su Chen stopped.
But he wasn’t particularly interested in the matter.
"Heh heh."
"The Dynasty is Decaying, the officials are Decaying."
"Oh, Wind Snow Sword Immortal, Wind Snow Sword Immortal, what in the world are you the Guardian of..."
"This Great Liang Dynasty should have been finished a long, long time ago!"
On the Beheading Platform, with the Executioner’s order to kill thrown out, the Executioner spat a mouthful of wine onto his greatsword and walked toward the butcher.
The butcher was muttering.
His voice was hoarse.
As if filled with rage at the injustice of the world.
Su Chen was frozen in place.
It wasn’t because of those words.
It was because of the person speaking.
He was very familiar.
Huzi!
The Porter from the pier he had saved back when he was practicing medicine.
He had worked his way up from a Porter to a foreman, then became a Cultivator, and was eventually entrusted with great responsibility by the Cao Gang Leader.
But how could it be Huzi?
Hadn’t he vanished without a trace?
Shouldn’t he be at Wun Sandao’s side right now, living a life of success and prosperity?
After the Cao Gang was driven out of the Imperial City Pier and the Black Abyss Elder Council descended, he lost the chance to use the Black Abyss’s intelligence network to investigate Huzi’s whereabouts.
Sometimes, Su Chen would think of Huzi.
’He must be doing well,’ he’d thought.
In the battle on the Treasure Ship, he had risked his life to save Wun Sandao. By all rights, he should have achieved great success. Perhaps he’d even reached First Grade and become the Vice Gang Leader of the Cao Gang by now.
He had never expected that they would meet again like this.
That Huzi had become the infamous Killing Fisherman, and now a death row prisoner on the Beheading Platform.
"Huzi, what injustice have you suffered?"
"Come."
"Tell me."
Su Chen walked toward the Beheading Platform.
Tree Whiskers surged.
As flurries of snow began to fall and dark clouds gathered to obscure the moon, Su Chen transformed into the likeness of Doctor Xuu from the clinic. He passed through the crowd and stepped onto the Beheading Platform.
He could ignore the affairs of the world, but he could not ignore an old friend.
This was his final emotion, an anchor keeping him tied to the Human World.