106: Chapter 106 Kidnapping

Heisha felt cold all over, and under the crisis of life and death, all his potential was stimulated. He barely crawled up from the ground, dragged a leg whose Meridians were broken by dark energy, and rushed towards the depths of the back courtyard with his last ounce of strength.

At the same time, he tore open his collar, revealing a ferocious old scar on his abdomen—the scar was about half a foot long, with jagged edges, as if it had been forcefully torn open by the sharp claws of some Yao Beast.

In the center of the scar bulged a fist-sized black abscess. The surface of the abscess was greasy and dark, and dark red liquid could be faintly seen crawling slowly under the skin, like living creatures parasitizing within.

The skin around the abscess was already cyan-purple, and strips of black lines spread out from the edge of the abscess, crawling along his Meridians toward his chest and thighs. Every black line looked like a venomous insect sucking his flesh and blood.

Gritting his teeth, a cold flash appeared in his hand, and the dagger slashed fiercely across the abscess.

The abscess ruptured at the sound, and a thick stream of black pus gushed out.

That smell was not the foul stench of ordinary rotting flesh, but a more bizarre sweet and fishy scent, like blood and some kind of spice mixed and fermented for a long time, so intense that it made one's throat tighten and eye sockets sting.

The pus splashed on the bluestone bricks on the ground, and the brick surface was actually corroded into a patch of dense bubbles, hissing and puffing wisps of white smoke.

Everyone in the courtyard covered their noses and mouths almost simultaneously. A few low-cultivation Loose Cultivators bent over and retched on the spot, tears and snot smearing their faces.

Master Qingfu frowned, waved his sleeve robe, and a cyan light blocked the spreading black fog three zhang away.

He looked at the wound on Heisha's abdomen, from which black pus constantly gushed. A trace of extremely rare solemnity flashed across his aged face: "The Rot-Poison Abscess, this thing didn't grow by itself—someone planted a Rot-Poison Seed in his stomach, using his vital blood as nourishment, and raised it for at least several years.

Usually, this abscess was painless and itchy, but once he suffered severe injuries and his vital blood was deficient, the Rot-Poison Seed would backlash against the host, devouring him completely from inside out.

He is fighting poison with poison, detonating the abscess in advance, using the poisonous force of the Rot-Poison Seed to force back his Meridians, and trading for a stick of incense of false life to escape."

Heisha let out a low roar unlike a human voice. The black pus gushing from the wound on his abdomen suddenly poured back into his body, and the leg whose Meridians were broken by the dark energy actually recovered its mobility in an instant.

The Qi around his body surged violently, and the whole person turned into an afterimage, smashing the back courtyard window and rapidly skimming towards the Ning Family direction, at a speed three tenths faster than before he was injured.

Master Qingfu let out a cold snort and chased after him with a flick of his sleeve.

But before he had rushed far, he retreated back, staring with an ugly expression at a palm-sized black toad in front of him.

The black toad looked harmless, but it licked the pus on the ground without any fear at all.

Feeling the arrival of the crowd, the black toad raised its abscess-covered head and made a single bounce onto the head of a Loose Cultivator.

"What is this? Ahhhh."

...

Heisha was desperate to run for his life. He needed a shield, any hostage would do, as long as it could make the Wang Family hesitate for fear of rats. He still had the array-breaking hammer and the strength for another battle, as long as he could escape this damned Wang Family.

"My natal black toad, I've suffered a massive loss! It's all the fault of the Ning Family. You people of the Ning Family will definitely pay the price."

He limped and crashed open door after door, each room empty without even a single figure.

Until he pushed open the door of the quiet room in the deepest part.

There were no lights lit in the room, only a faint soul lamp swaying at the head of the bed, reflecting an unconscious young man on the couch.

The young man had delicate features and steady breathing, but his body was entangled with a very faint layer of Death Qi. The faint light on the soul lamp flickered on and off, as if it would go out at any time.

At a glance, Heisha saw that this was a person severely injured and on the verge of death. Furthermore, being placed alone in the back courtyard quiet room by the Wang Family, with a soul lamp lit to guard day and night, he was definitely no ordinary descendant.

"Found you!" He sneered, hauled Wang Shoudong up from the couch, pressed the array-breaking hammer against his temple, and flew out.

"Ribbit~" With a shrill toad call, Heisha's already pale face lost even a shred of color.

When Heisha rushed out and everyone saw Wang Shoudong in his hand, they instinctively stopped the actions they were preparing to make.

"Heisha! How dare you!" Wang Yaowu rushed into the courtyard holding a sword, closely followed by dozens of Wang Family disciples.

The one in his hand was Wang Yaowen's son. Ever since his Sea of Consciousness was eroded by the blood-evil Qi by Ning Chuan, he had been in a coma. The whole clan had tried every possible method without being able to wake him up.

Wang Shouren even gave him the only produced white lotus seed, which only barely stabilized his vitality.

After draining for countless days and nights like this, his injuries neither improved nor worsened, and he just remained in a coma like this.

"Senior Qingfu, please stop him!" Wang Yaowu said anxiously.

"Haha, too late!" Heisha blocked his body with Wang Shoudong, the runes on the array-breaking hammer swaying back and forth in front of the young man's pale forehead. "Wang Yaowu, have all your men back off! Dismantle the Trapping and Killing Formation! Otherwise, with one hammer down of mine, this kid's head will smash into pieces!"

The battle in the front courtyard was drawing to a close. The remaining few bandit cultivators stubbornly resisting were subdued one by one by the Wang Family disciples and escorted into the courtyard.

Seeing that Heisha had taken a hostage, the few captured bandit cultivators instantly ignited hope in their eyes and shouted hoarsely: "Boss! Save us!"

"Boss, make them spare us a way out!"

Heisha didn't even look at them, but stared dead at Wang Yaowu, a ferocious smile pulling at the corner of his mouth: "Did you hear that? I don't care about them, as long as you spare my life, make that old man Qingfu back off, and dismantle the Trapping and Killing Formation, I will naturally throw this kid away once I leave the borders of Wanshan County. I, Heisha, keep my word."

A burst of hurried footsteps came from the courtyard entrance. Wang Yaowen had arrived.

He had been guarding outside the mountain gate to intercept Heisha's path. Hearing the commotion here, he knew something was wrong and ran all the way back. The moment he rushed into the courtyard gate, he saw the figure held hostage in Heisha's hand. His footsteps nailed to the spot, and his face turned pale in an instant.

That was Shoudong.

It was his son who had been in a coma on the couch for countless days and nights. The knuckles of his hand holding the sword hilt were pinched white, and the green veins on the back of his hand burst out one by one.

Just now when commanding the clan members to slaughter in the front courtyard, he was so calm and decisive, but at this moment his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't say a single word.

Seeing his reaction, Heisha knew he had bet on the right treasure, and his smile became even more ferocious: "You are his father? Good, make that old man Qingfu back off. I'll count to three. One."

Wang Yaowen did not look at Heisha, but only looked at his son's pale, unconscious face.

Wang Shoudong lay in Heisha's arms, still motionless, completely unaware of everything happening around him. That pair of eyes tightly closed for countless days and nights never opened.

His Adam's apple rolled a few times, as if swallowing something extremely bitter and astringent.

He was very clear that once Heisha was allowed to leave, the Wang Family would never have peace.

A bandit cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Stage hiding in the dark and ready to bite you at any time was more terrifying than ten Ning Families combined.

He would haunt the Wang Family like a ghost, dragging all clan members down to Hell.

"Two." Heisha's smile became more and more certain.

He didn't believe a father could watch his own son die before his eyes.

Wang Yaowen raised his eyes, his voice hoarse: "Shoudong, Dad is sorry for you."

Suddenly he drew his sword, the tip pointing directly at Heisha, and his voice suddenly turned as cold as iron, "Wang Family disciples listen up, no need to worry about Shoudong, kill him for me."