Chapter 887: Exposed Again
The Steward Demonic Emperor
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Baili Jingwei stood up, his creepy grin driving fear into the five, stopping before the first man, âThis is your chance. It all comes down to your fortune if you can grasp it.â
âSpeak! What is your answer to Sword King Feiyunâs question?â Baili Jingweiâs sharp eyes glanced at him and roared.
The man was on the verge of crying, pleading, âPrime Minister, Sword King, Iâll never pretend again. I was just trying to seek my luck by omitting some things. I didnât mean to commit such a crime!â
âThen you should treasure this chance more!â
Baili Jingwei glared at the wronged guy, âAnswer Sword Kingâs question and weâll let you go!â
Even as he was sweating bullets and shaking like a leaf, he still put on a grieving look, âSirs, I-I really donât know. I would never lie to you. Please spare my poor life, great sirs!â
The guy looked so feeble, so fragile, so victimized. Baili Jingwei turned to Shangguan Feiyun who shook his head.
Shangguan Feiyun hooked his finger and the man in question exploded in a shower of blood and gore out of nowhere.
The blood splashed everywhere, especially on the other four, soaking them to the bone.
The four shuddered. Feeling the slick and warm blood trickling down their faces, some of them even soiled themselves.
Just one question, that was all it took for a perfectly fine, and alive, man to be reduced to a pulp. The dread shook the remaining survivors to the core.
âIgnorance is a sin. Whoâs to blame for not even answering Sword Kingâs simple question?â Baili Jingwei shook his head as the blood spread on the ground, and walked to the second one. He pulled his shoulder with a grin, âWell, do you know?â
Pa!
Baili Jingweiâs hand felt like the whole world was on his shoulder. His knees softened, his legs felt like jelly, ready to crumble.
Luckily Baili Jingwei was there to hold him straight. Alas, that did not stop the wet feeling coming from his pants.
Frowning, Shangguan Feiyun shunned him and held his nose in anger.
Baili Jingwei laughed, âHa-ha-ha, afraid? Great, that shows you value life. As you know, you only get to live once. Knowing its value means getting to enjoy living. Now thatâs wisdom! Brother, a wise guy like you should know the right answer. Donât disappoint me!â
âUh, rightâ¦.â
Gulping loudly, the guy shook and bobbed his head. His eyes darted all over for the answer. Coming to a decision at long last, he gnashed his teeth.
[Screw it all! Since Iâll die anywhere, I might as well go down fighting!]
The man took a deep breath and cupped his hands in confidence as he roared, âPrime Minister, Sword King, for Shangguan clanâs ancestral memorial, there will be four incense and bathing for an hour!â
Startled, Baili Jingwei was half believing he got his spy from his confident look, so he deferred to Shangguan Feiyun. But the man shook his head.
[Bastard! You dare lie with a straight face? You almost had me. I just knew thereâll be wise guys clinging to life to such extremes. Thatâs why I had Shangguan Feiyun giving a question only his clan can answer or you mightâve lied your way out.]
Rolling his eyes, Baili Jingwei walked right past himâ¦
âWrong? But isnât it three bows to elders and four to those who passed? Everyone gives four incense to their ancestors. Isnât an hour enough to wash oneself clean? That should be enough respect for the deadâ¦â
Bam!
The guy figured his lie was wrong and started running his mouth for the right answer. But since he wasnât the target, just collateral, Shangguan Feiyun had no remorse in snapping his finger to repeat the previous gory display once more.
As the sickening splash and foul smell of blood assaulted the three survivors, they were paralyzed in fear. Two of them had no chance of getting the answer right, falling in the pits of despair.
[We canât even lie our way out!]
Only Shangguan Yulin hesitated while sweating. As a valued member of the Shangguan clan, he knew all too well about the answer.
If he said it, it proved he was a spy and the enemy would use him. But if he kept his mouth shut, he saw with his own eyes the sordid fate awaiting him when his two friends paved the way in blood.
To die another day, or suffer now? That was the question. It was a choice he didnât want to make in his life, or with his life on the line.
He was now at the cruelest point in a manâs life. Regardless of the choice, death was at its endâ¦
Looking at the remaining three, Shangguan Yulinâs behavior was all the more obvious. Baili Jingwei mocked and walked next to him.
He froze like a statue.
âKeep your hair on, ha-ha-haâ¦â
Patting his shoulder, Baili Jingwei smiled like a fox, âBrother, you saw your brothers go ahead, right? Life is so precious, but they just didnât know how to treasure it. What a shame. There must be so many things they wanted to do, but alas, that ship has sailed. You, my friend, are next. Who knows, maybe third timeâs the charm and might actually know the answer. Or maybe Iâm expecting too much, and youâll just be walking in their bloody footsteps. How about this? If you have any last wish, let me hear it. Iâll do everything in my power to fulfill it. Itâs the least I could do for a handsome chap like me, ha-ha-haâ¦â
Baili Jingwei was mocking but also slipping triggers inside his speech, all too incite his will to live.
Everyone died, that was life. But dying bitter or at peace differed. The former would leave you hateful while the latter brought you solace.
But a flamboyant and vigorous young master like Shangguan Yulin was bound to have plenty of last wishes.
Now that Baili Jingwei reminded him and woke him up from the crippling fear, he realized he wanted so much more in life. He had yet to be the leader of Shangguan clan, he didnât get his cousin either. How could he die without rhyme nor reason?
Baili Jingweiâs sharp gaze picked up on his conundrum and capitalized, âA handsome and talented young master. only to die in vain; what a pity. Such a death is like a feather swallowed in the waves of the endless ocean, gone from the peopleâs minds. The things you wanted will become othersâ. Isnât it tragic, for you to die and for others to enjoy your aspirations?â
Shangguan Yulin shook, his heart sinking.
[Why the hell should I die?]
He was uncleâs real nephew. Dying would lead to successful mission but it would not be him who would be uncleâs right hand, but that profiteering fake nephew, who would get his cousin and rise to the top.
[Why should I give my life for others to gain fortune?]
The image of Zhuo Fan, Shangguan Qingyan and Gu Santong, one happy family was burned in his mind. They would be perfect and live a life of joy, all thanks to his corpse.
Shangguan Yulinâs eyes were bloodshot with rage.
Baili Jingwei grinned, âSword King Feiyun is a direct descendent of the Shangguan clan. When we attack eastern lands, heâll be the lord of eastern lands, of course, as the rightful ruler of Shangguan clan. Sword King Feiyun did not forget about his clansmen, each year holding a memorial for his ancestors. All he wishes is for the glory of the Shangguan clan. If a young clansman were to come to him, heâd be welcomed with open arms.â
âNephew Shangguan Yulin greets uncle!â
Seeing Shangguan Yulin about to cave and his guard lowered, Baili Jingwei struck at his heart with guile. Until Shangguan Yulin fell victim to his desires, and to his knees.
Baili Jingwei and Shangguan Feiyun were overjoyed. They got their spy. And for this guy to say uncle, that meant he was Clan Headâs nephew as well. They got one big catchâ¦