High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 317 - 266: That Day Will Come, and It’s Not Far Away!

Chapter 317: Chapter 266: That Day Will Come, and It’s Not Far Away!

There was no guard at the entrance of the old neighborhood. Su Mu walked into the neighborhood and came to a three-story residential building. A girl, about six or seven years old, was sitting at the door, resting her chin on her hands, looking somewhat troubled.

Su Mu smiled at the little girl, "Are you from this house?"

The little girl nodded.

"Did you make a mistake?"

"Yes."

Su Mu stepped forward and rang the doorbell, and the door opened.

"Do you know where you went wrong this time?"

A woman in her thirties, wearing an apron, walked out from the door. The moment she saw Su Mu, she became instantly vigilant. She first called out to the little girl at the door.

"Xiaomin, you go inside first."

The girl was delighted to hear she could go inside and gave Su Mu a grateful smile. The woman left the door half-opened and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"I’m looking for Li Liangshu."

"Li Liangshu...."

The woman scrutinized Su Mu up and down, then said coldly, "I don’t know this person, you’ve got the wrong place."

With that, the woman was about to close the door. Just before the door completely shut, a pair of slender hands gently grasped the door, and then it seemed as if the door was welded shut. No matter how much strength the woman used, she couldn’t move it even a bit.

"You, what exactly do you want? If you don’t let go, I, I’ll call the police!"

The woman immediately yelled and took a step back, reaching inside the house, as if trying to find a weapon.

"I mean no harm. Could you please think again, or did someone else previously live here and move away?"

Su Mu asked calmly. The mentor at school mentioned that Li Liangshu was at the school earlier this morning, so the address shouldn’t be wrong.

Upon hearing this, an inexplicable tension gripped the woman’s heart. Although the person in front of her spoke calmly, she felt an indescribable pressure.

Just then, a man’s voice came from inside the house.

"Honey, who are you talking to?"

Footsteps approached, and a man with a fierce-looking face and a bare upper body came over. "Who are you looking for?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"This person is acting strange, saying he’s looking for some Li Liangshu. I’ve never heard of a Li Liangshu, have you, honey?"

After saying this, the woman retreated behind the man, feeling more confident.

When he heard that someone was looking for Li Liangshu, the man’s face registered a brief look of surprise, his facial muscles twitched as he spoke, "You’re looking for Li Liangshu? He moved out long ago; this house is ours now, and the papers are legal..."

"Do you know where he moved to?"

"Who are you to him?"

"I’m his friend."

The man gave Su Mu a once-over, and then impatiently pointed to a street outside the neighborhood, "Go this way, there’s a garbage yard there. You might find that guy there."

"Alright, thank you."

After thanking him, Su Mu quickly turned and left. Watching Su Mu leave, the man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. During that brief exchange, his back was soaked with sweat.

"Honey, who is this Li Liangshu? Why haven’t I heard of him before?"

"Oh, who else could it be, that old lunatic from before? I heard... it’s none of our business anyway."

"Oh, that old lunatic, huh? And someone’s actually looking for him? Weren’t all his relatives dead already?"

Following the direction the man pointed to, Su Mu’s spiritual power spread out.

The garbage yard was once a textile factory. Later the factory went bankrupt and became a garbage dump. In the corner of the dump, a disheveled old man with a hunched back leaned against a trash can, eating takeaway food.

The old man was eating while feeding the stray cats and dogs gathered around him. The food he had for himself was less than what he gave to the animals.

At his feet were several fertilizer bags, weather-beaten, with faded writing on them.

"Li Liangshu."

A tall figure approached and calmly called out a name.

The old man by the trash can shuddered and turned his head sharply, then shrank back, looking alertly over, like a stray dog with a lame leg.

"How do you know my name, who are you?"

After confirming the person in front of him was indeed Li Liangshu, Su Mu fell silent. The person before him was emaciated, with white hair and a face lined with deep wrinkles laced with grime.

It was hard to imagine Li Liangshu was just over fifty, the information Sikong Zhi had given him showed the man was fifty-four this year.

But looking at him now, he seemed as old as seventy or eighty.

Seeing Su Mu’s silence, the old man suddenly raised his voice, his eyes flashing fiercely.

"Who exactly are you?"

Su Mu’s mind blanked for a moment, then the story of the person before him surfaced in his mind.

[Li Liangshu, originally from Qilian in Long Province, ventured out in his early years, starting a textile factory from scratch...

Looking up slightly, one could vaguely see a broken sign hanging over the garbage yard, Huiming Textile Factory.

The textile factory’s name came from his two children, eldest daughter Li Xiaohui, and younger son Li Ming.

That year, on the eve of Chinese New Year, his wife took their daughter and son back to their hometown first, while Li Liangshu had to stay a few more days at the factory to handle business matters.

Unexpectedly, that was a final farewell.

The day after returning home, Li Xiaohui was spotted by Sima Xie at the town market and forcibly abducted by his men.

After receiving the news, Li Liangshu’s family reported to the police and went to find Sima Xie to demand the release of their loved ones.

After that, there was no more news.

When Li Liangshu hurried back home overnight, he only saw flames soaring into the sky beneath the night, a raging sea of fire engulfing the entire village, leaving only a baby girl in swaddling clothes alive...

The story of the person before him flashed through Su Mu’s mind, and he tried to keep his voice calm, "I’m a reporter... I can help you."

Upon hearing the word ’reporter,’ the old man suddenly burst into laughter, laughing loudly, his body trembling as tears streamed from his eyes.

Reporter?

If a reporter was of any use, the Sima family would have been arrested long ago!

Afterward, the old man’s eyes suddenly became piercingly sharp, like a tiger ready to pounce.

"I know, you must be from the Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall, you came specifically to laugh at me, didn’t you? To see if this pathetic person like myself is still alive?"

The old man practically shouted, then suddenly stood up from the trash bin and lunged in front of Su Mu.

"You bastards, open your eyes wide and see!"

"I’m not dead yet."

"I will never die before those two beastly father and son breathe their last..."

"Hahaha, you’re disappointed, aren’t you? I’ll keep living, keep living, and one day..."

A bright gleam suddenly burst from the old man’s murky eyes, bloodshot and fierce, as he gritted his teeth and stared intently at Su Mu.

"The Sima family will go to hell; they definitely will, heaven will take them."

"And I, Li Liangshu, will see them die before my very eyes!"

"Get out, get out of here!"

At this moment, an indescribable rage surged from the old man’s body, a malicious expression as if he wished to devour the Sima family’s flesh and drink their blood.

"Mm, you will see it; there will be such a day."

Su Mu spoke calmly, then turned and left.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

The old man was taken aback, unable to believe his ears at the moment.

"That day is not far off."

Su Mu seemed to be replying to the old man, as well as talking to himself, turning and leaving the junkyard with a heavy and steady stride.

His face was resolute and determined.

While the old man behind him stood in a daze until Su Mu’s silhouette disappeared.

The old man wept bitterly, turning to pick up the lame stray dog on the ground, silently sobbing away.

...

"It turns out my resolve isn’t as firm as I imagined..." Su Mu exhaled a long breath after leaving the junkyard.

He had thought that after experiencing so much life and death, his heart was strong enough, that even with a knife or axe upon him, he wouldn’t frown.

Yet in a junkyard, a place unable to shelter from the wind and rain, in front of an old man, Su Mu felt an inexplicable oppression, as if layers of dark clouds covered his eyes, and the whole world was gloomy.

"No one has come to see this old madman in a long time. Alas, he’s also a pitiful person..."

From across the street of the junkyard, an elderly man holding a box meal handed over a cigarette.

"I don’t smoke."

Upon hearing this, the old man put a cigarette in his mouth, slid a lighter, lit it, and took a puff.

"Many people have come seeking him before?"

"Yes, many."

"This factory used to belong to this old madman; later, when his family was wiped out, he went mad for revenge, so he went to the martial halls, seeking martial artists, gave money to those he found, wanting revenge..."

"But this society... in short, his enemies are powerful, who would dare truly help him?"

"Even if they were willing, they didn’t have the ability, plus they really weren’t willing, they just came to swindle him for money."

"In short, now the old madman has lost his family and fortune, ultimately becoming insane."

Although Su Mu had an inkling, hearing it directly from someone else made his deep eyes narrow slightly.

"Young man, who are you? Why are you seeking him?"

"I’m a reporter."

"Ah, a reporter." The old man looked at Su Mu with a half-smile, then shook his head, "If you have the heart, the old madman should be very happy, but the water here is very, very deep. Young man, it’s better not to get involved lightly."

"And what about you, old man?"

"Me, I used to be a worker at the factory. Boss Li was a good person and helped me. This old man doesn’t have much capability, can only bring Boss Li some box meals."

The old man waved the box meal in his hand, finished the cigarette in a few puffs, and sighed as he walked toward the junkyard across the street.

...

From the South China Governor’s Mansion, an elderly voice came over the phone.

"Su Mu was seen today at the South China Saint Martial University."

"He went to the Martial Saint statue and took Li Liangshu’s letter... then went to meet him."