357: Chapter 356: Ninth Master, you wait for me!
357: Chapter 356: Ninth Master, you wait for me!
Late at night, a high-speed train arrived in Su City, and the people of the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School quietly carried a person wrapped in black cloth out of the station.
“Ah…”
Lying in the back seat, Long Zhixin’s face began to show black lines, flesh below the neck, patches of black spots covered his body, skin oozing black liquid.
The journey from Zhonghai City to Su City takes no more than an hour at most, but Long Zhixin’s condition was deteriorating rapidly, and he seemed on the brink of death.
The people of the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School were rushing Long Zhixin to the school.
In the middle of the night, the entire Dragon Gate Martial Arts School was brightly lit; everyone had gotten up, and they were gathered in the hall, waiting for Long Zhixin to return.
Long Tianze, in a long robe, stood with a grim look on his face, holding the Bible, quietly awaiting Long Zhixin’s return.
Not long ago, people from the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School received a distress call from Long Zhixin, and just over ten minutes ago, they found him hiding in a corner at the high-speed rail station.
Long Tianze, situated within the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School, had already received some news about Long Zhixin.
“Sect Leader, Long Zhixin, he, ugh!”
Someone turned to Long Tianze, their tone full of worry as they spoke, but anyone could see from Long Tianze’s current aura that the situation was dire.
The moment that person began to speak, Long Tianze gave them a cold glare, and with a gaze as fierce as a wild animal, he promptly made the person shut their mouth.
“He’s back!”
Outside the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School, two bright lights appeared, and the sound of an engine roared in everyone’s ears.
At a signal from the others, a group of doctors who were already prepared rushed out.
A black Land Rover soon stopped outside the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School, and Long Zhixin was carried out, a rotten stench immediately spreading through the air.
Everyone instinctively frowned; the person holding Long Zhixin had both hands covered in black blood.
Long Zhixin’s face had turned a purplish-black color, the flesh on his face rotting away, looking like a zombie straight out of a movie.
One of his thighs was gone, and although the bleeding had stopped, his entire skin was rotting and oozing murky black blood.
Long Zhixin’s current condition could only be described as too ghastly to bear.
After inspecting his body, the doctors all shook their heads, indicating their helplessness.
“Ah cough cough!”
Long Zhixin’s body trembled violently, with a mouthful of black blood spurting out onto the ground, foul-smelling and unbearable.
His body was now completely decayed, not a single part left unspoiled.
“Put him down!”
Long Tianze said in a deep voice, his shoulders trembling imperceptibly, his eyes filled with intense rage that seemed capable of devouring everything.
Long Zhixin had returned, carried in by people, looking no different from a rotting corpse.
This outcome was unbearable for Long Tianze; the agony in his heart, as if cut by knives, drove his hatred for Ning Fan to an ultimate peak.
The poisoned Silver Needle, even though Long Zhixin had decisively amputated his own leg upon discovering it, could not stop the poison from spreading throughout his body.
Long Zhixin was close to losing consciousness now; he no longer felt pain and was only alive due to immense willpower.
His head was nearly reduced to a pile of mush; coughing blood and crying out were merely nerve reactions at this point.
Long Tianze, with a somber face, walked step by step to Long Zhixin’s side.
Seeing Long Zhixin’s miserable state was like a knife twisting in his heart, his heart bleeding ceaselessly, and a torrent of rage within him searching for an outlet.
“Ninth Master, what a skillful maneuver!”
Even without Long Zhixin saying it, Long Tianze had already guessed who was responsible for reducing Long Zhixin to this state.
In recent days, Long Zhixin had been monitoring Xu Ruolan and Ning Fan in Zhonghai City.
Who else could Long Zhixin have provoked apart from Ning Fan?
Long Tianze’s eyes were filled with a violent air as he cradled Long Zhixin’s rotting body in his arms.
Despite being wrapped in a black cloth, this cloth had been completely soaked with Long Zhixin’s blood.
The sticky sensation upon touch pressed Long Tianze’s heart to its limit.
He closed his eyes in agony, not minding the stench that filled the air, nor did he disdain the rotting chunks of flesh on Long Zhixin’s body.
“Nine, Nine, Ninth Master!”
Long Zhixin’s eyes were white and lifeless like those of a dead fish, scarlet blood vessels marring the whiteness of his eyeballs; his eyebrows were falling off bit by bit, giving him a ghastly appearance.
He was on the verge of losing consciousness completely.
If Long Tianze hadn’t been so close to him, Long Zhixin probably wouldn’t have been able to recognize him.
“Genetic Potion…
Xu Ruolan…
succeeded!”
Long Zhixin raised a hand and, mustering all his strength, grasped Long Tianze’s sleeve with a hand that was all rotting flesh, revealing white bone underneath.
With his dying breath, Long Zhixin conveyed the news of the successful research of the Genetic Potion to Long Tianze.
After uttering these words, blood flowed from all of Long Zhixin’s orifices, and a mouthful of black blood spilled as his head tilted and he died.
At the entrance of the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School, a pool of black blood slowly spread, a foul stench permutating the air.
Long Tianze held Long Zhixin’s corpse, his expression becoming extremely ferocious.
“Ninth Master, my Dragon Gate Martial Arts School will never rest until I have revenge!”
Long Tianze clenched his fists, his eyes bulging like lanterns, the corners ready to split with intense hatred in his tone.
“Sect Leader!”
“Everyone shut up.
Nobody is to speak of tonight’s events.
Give him a proper burial.
We will settle this debt sooner or later!”
The death of Long Zhixin seemed to have aged Long Tianze by several years.
He bent over, looking at Long Zhixin’s decaying face as if he were saying something.
“Don’t worry.
I will make sure the Ninth Master’s blood debt is repaid in blood!”
At this moment, Long Tianze’s heart was filled with nothing but hate, the tragic death of Long Zhixin embedded in his heart like a thorn.
The group of doctors, sensing the malevolence emanating from Long Tianze, trembled with fear.
They were helpless in the face of Long Zhixin’s condition, and with Long Tianze being the local underground emperor, they didn’t know if he would take out his anger on them.
At this moment, these doctors could only pray beside them, hoping that Long Tianze would spare their lives.
Long Tianze stood up; he let go of Long Zhixin’s corpse and commanded his men to take it away.
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!”
Watching Long Zhixin’s body being carried away, Long Tianze vowed in his heart to repay today’s vengeance in full upon Ning Fan’s head.
“You all may leave now.”
“Sect Leader!”
“Just go away!”
Long Tianze was in a foul mood due to Long Zhixin’s death and needed to be alone to calm himself.
The events of tonight concerning Long Zhixin were truly unexpected, coming so suddenly and causing a great shock to Long Tianze’s heart.
The crowd dispersed, and in the main hall, only Long Tianze remained, holding the Bible and lost in thought.