Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 154 - 61: Chaotic Night (Part 2)

At the same time.

"Clink..."

The sound of gold bars colliding rang out, instantly capturing everyone's attention on the boat.

Zheng Kuo especially noticed that the beards of the few in front of him suddenly froze, their eyes aflame with a desire called 'greed.'

Oh no!

His expression changed drastically.

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"Hoo..."

Watching the Qi-Seeking Tracking Talisman dissipate into wisps of blue smoke, Fang Zheng exhaled deeply, gently rubbing his somewhat tired legs:

"Finally arrived."

The night was dark.

There were no lights nearby.

Fortunately, his physique had long surpassed the limits of a normal person, significantly improving his eyesight. Although he couldn't see in the dark as if it were daytime, he could still make out the traces on the ground.

Slightly adjusting his gaze, he spotted a small boat hidden among the reeds.

He immediately strode towards it.

"Friend."

He approached the shore, nearing the small boat:

"I've already seen you, so there's no need to hide, right?"

"Who are you?" A deep voice sounded, tinged with caution. After all, seeing someone wearing a mask at such a moment was quite peculiar.

Moreover, the other seemed to be carrying a weapon on their back.

A knife?

In what era are we in that someone would still carry a knife?

He then slowly said: 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Today's passengers don't seem to include you?"

"I'm looking for Zheng Kuo." Fang Zheng gestured for the other to lower the ladder:

"He's on the boat, right?"

"Mmm... mmm..."

As soon as his voice dropped, whimpering and struggling sounds arose from the boat, followed swiftly by a muffled cry of pain, and then the struggles ceased.

"Zheng Kuo?"

The man at the bow of the boat appeared pensive and then waved for someone to lower the ladder, speaking slowly:

"There is indeed a passenger, but since you've found this place, you should know our rule, we don't question the passengers' identities."

"So it's him then."

Fang Zheng nodded, stepping up onto the boat via the ladder.

There were six people on the boat in total, five crew members and one person tightly bound with rope, struggling in the corner.

A backpack lay beside them, its contents rummaged through—besides some clothing, the valuable items were all gone.

"Young Master Zheng Kuo?"

Fang Zheng raised his voice slightly, with a hint of amusement:

"How did you end up like this?"

He spoke as he walked towards Zheng Kuo.

Zheng Kuo's body was tied up with ropes, his mouth gagged. As he saw Fang Zheng drawing closer step by step, his eyes opened wide and he frantically squirmed.

His gaze was fixated in a certain direction behind Fang Zheng, as if trying to warn him of something.

Behind him.

The crew members exchanged glances, and one of them slowly picked up a nearby harpoon, walking up behind Fang Zheng, raising it high.

"Swish!"

The harpoon glinted coldly under the starlight, aimed directly at the person's neck.

The next moment,

would be blood spraying and a body falling.

Just imagining it brought a peculiar eagerness to their eyes; for them, killing was like a strong thrill.

Making every cell in their body tremble.

"Snap..."

A large hand appeared in front of the steel fork, its five fingers lightly grasping it, stopping the crew member's full-force thrust in mid-air.

"What's this?"

Fang Zheng turned his head, looking at them, eyes filled with curiosity:

"Trying to kill me?"

The crew members were taken aback, one of them widened his eyes, grabbing a fish gutting knife beside him, lunging forward with a shout:

"All together now!"

"Heh..."

Fang Zheng chuckled lightly:

"I originally planned just to take the person away, but since it's like this..."

With a flick of his wrist, the harpoon spun 180 degrees, and with a single-handed light slap on the long pole, the harpoon thrust forcefully into a crew member's abdomen.

The harpoon was different from ordinary steel forks, its head having multiple spikes, casually driving it into someone created a large gaping wound.

With a flick of his hand,

the crew member was already disemboweled and thrown high into the air, the harpoon striking down into the water with force.

The bloody water mixed into the river, dyeing a patch red.

The person struggled briefly in the water before all signs of life vanished.

With the harpoon in hand, Fang Zheng glided like a fish across the narrow boat planks, the harpoon's sharp edge gleaming coldly, avoiding incoming attacks while consecutively piercing into the crew members.

Dragon and Snake Spear!

Power imbued into it, one by one the crew members were sent flying.

Without exception.

It was either their throats sliced open by blades, or their abdomens punctured with a large hole, blood and organs raining down from above, more bodies plunging into the water.

It was only a matter of a few breaths.

Only one crew member remained in the scene, who hadn't had a chance to act yet.

"Gulp..."

Just as the person picked up a nearby steel pipe, not yet having taken action, he saw his companions falling one after another, all courage to act gone.

"Clank..."

As his hand loosened, the steel pipe hit the ground, and he too knelt down with weakened knees:

"Spare me!"

Fang Zheng shrugged, with a flick of his wrist, the harpoon's tip pierced through the crew member's neck and head, the tattered body falling backwards towards the water.

At the back, Zheng Kuo's eyes widened as his face was filled with terror.

He acted arrogant, yes, but he had never truly witnessed a killing; in his eyes, those crew members were already a ruthless bunch.

But this person...

Could no longer be described as ruthless.

It was indifference to life!

To him, killing a person seemed no different than slaughtering a chicken, casual and easy, like an executioner who'd been to the gallows a thousand times.

The opponent had clearly been begging for mercy, yet was killed effortlessly, without a hint of hesitation.

How many lives must this person have taken to develop such a character?

In modern society,

how could such a person exist?

"Hey."

Fang Zheng squatted down, pulling out the gag from Zheng Kuo's mouth:

"Are you still able to talk?"

This voice was somewhat familiar!

Zheng Kuo's eyes flickered:

"I... I can talk, please... please don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't know anything, I don't... know them either."