#187 - Last look
A silent side room, splattered with uncleaned bloodstains on the floor tiles, resembled a gruesome crime scene.
Looking at the wrinkled man across from him, resembling a rotten apple in late autumn, Wei Changtian was both surprised and speechless.
He never imagined that Li Suyue's deceased husband, who had been missing for three years, was not actually "dead," nor did he expect that the Freemasons would have inadvertently saved him in such a manner.
"You are Wang Qian? Formerly the head镖师 of the Tiger Gate Escort Agency?"
Wei Changtian casually found a chair, sat down, and spoke in a calm tone.
Wang Qian could tell that the young master in front of him was no ordinary person, and immediately lowered his head tremblingly to answer, "Y-yes, this humble one is."
"I just heard you say you have a wife and a son. What are their names?"
"R-reporting to you, sir, my wife's name is Suyue, and my son's name is Wang Ran."
"Mm."
After confirming again, Wei Changtian exchanged a glance with Chu Xianping, and continued to ask calmly, "How did you come to the Thunderbolt Sect, and what have you done in these three years?"
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Wang Qian sensed that Wei Changtian might know about his wife and children, but he dared not say much at the moment, and could only answer with a bitter expression:
"Sirs, three years ago, this humble one was镖师 when I was unfortunately captured by the Thunderbolt Sect on this Chicken Crest Mountain."
"All the other镖师 who were traveling with me were killed by the Thunderbolt Sect, but they seemed to know my reputation, so they didn't kill me. Instead, they imprisoned me on the mountaintop, forcing me to teach the Thunderbolt Sect members martial arts."
"So..."
Wei Changtian narrowed his eyes slightly: "You were a martial arts instructor for the Thunderbolt Sect for three years?"
"S-sir, this humble one didn't want to do it either!"
"Dong, dong, dong."
His forehead collided with the ground, making dull thuds, and soon Wang Qian's forehead was covered in blood, which was enough to show that each kowtow was not just for show, but because he was really afraid that Wei Changtian and Chu Xianping would kill him if they were unhappy.
After all, he had indeed taught martial arts to the Thunderbolt Sect members.
And Wei Changtian and Chu Xianping had destroyed the Thunderbolt Sect today, which clearly meant that the two sides were enemies, and it would be normal to kill him.
Wang Qian's worries were not unreasonable, but he guessed the wrong direction.
Wei Changtian did have the intention to kill him at this time, but not because he had "aided the enemy" the Thunderbolt Sect...
But simply because he didn't want him to have the opportunity to appear in front of Li Suyue again.
If he had known that Wang Qian was still alive, Wei Changtian would definitely not have brought Li Suyue and Zhang San together.
But now that it was already like this, a decision had to be made.
Objectively speaking, this choice should be made by Li Suyue.
However...
On one side was the ex-husband who had been "dead" for three years and reappeared, and on the other was the current husband who had just been married not long ago.
Wei Changtian didn't know how Li Suyue would choose, but he understood that this would definitely be an extremely melodramatic drama, and the ending would definitely be that all three people would be hurt to varying degrees.
And the way to minimize the "harm" was to directly kill Wang Qian.
In this way, only Wang Qian would be "hurt," while Li Suyue and Zhang San could continue to live happily without knowing.
Of course, this was undoubtedly unfair to Wang Qian.
He had done nothing wrong, and even from his various performances, he seemed to be full of affection for Li Suyue.
As a result, not only did his virtuous wife marry someone else, but he also had to lose his life because of it...
But did this have anything to do with Wei Changtian?
No.
But he couldn't help but feel a little awkward.
Chu Xianping, who was sitting next to him, didn't say a word, obviously not wanting to interfere with Wei Changtian's decision.
Wang Qian, who was kneeling at his feet, was still kowtowing, and his withered cheeks were covered with a mixture of blood and tears.
Sigh...
He sighed softly in his heart and gently held the hilt of the knife around his waist.
"Chief镖师 Wang, I'm sorry."
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The man lying prostrate on the ground slowly stiffened, his lips trembling non-stop.
Although he was a sixth-rank martial artist, he knew that he had no chance of escaping by force when he saw Wei Changtian's calm appearance.
"Sir, wait a moment."
At this moment, Chu Xianping suddenly spoke.
A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in Wang Qian's eyes, but the next moment it turned into deeper despair.
"Let me do it."
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Wei Changtian, of course, knew why Chu Xianping wanted to do it for him.
However, this move was actually just burying his head in the sand, after all, no matter who Wang Qian ultimately died at the hands of, the decision was made by himself.
"No need."
He shook his head and rejected Chu Xianping's kindness. With a "clang" sound, the long knife was unsheathed.
"Chief镖师 Wang, you and I have no grudges, and I am forced to kill you."
"Your wife and children are living very well now, but they all think you are dead."
"So... let's end it like this."
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Wang Qian seemed to understand something in an instant.
His eyes suddenly widened, but his body trembled violently as if he had been hit by a bullet, and then he lost all his strength.
But in the last moment of his life, he still desperately raised his head, and then kowtowed heavily on the ground again.
"Dong!"
This kowtow was heavier than any previous one.
This kowtow seemed to have used up all of a man's dignity.
"Sir, I don't ask to live, I only ask to see my wife and children one last time."
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The sunlight shone through the window and reflected on the mirror-like smooth blade, dazzling and bright.
"Shua!"
The Returning Dust Blade fell rapidly, tearing through the air with a whistling sound.
Liang Qin stood firm with a serious face, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and then wiped the fine sweat on her forehead with her sleeve.
"Miss Liang, have you finished practicing your sword today?"
Yuan'er, holding a wooden basin, happened to pass by, stopped and asked with a smile, "It seems to be a little later than usual today."
Liang Qin rubbed her sore shoulders: "Well, from today onwards, I have to swing three thousand more times every day."
"So tired."
Yuan'er stuck out her tongue, as if she was the one practicing the sword.
At this time, Li Suyue's voice suddenly came from the front yard.
"Yuan'er, did Master say when he would be back today?"
"No!"
Yuan'er replied loudly, bowed to Liang Qin, and walked towards the front yard with the wooden basin, but almost bumped into a little boy who was secretly "cultivating" in the corner of the wall when she turned the corner.
"Oh, Ran'er, why are you sitting here?"
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The little boy was also startled, and grabbed the corner of Yuan'er's clothes with a guilty conscience, his chubby little fingers pointing to the front yard, shaking his head like a rattle.
"Giggle, I know, I know, I won't tell your mother."
Yuan'er immediately understood the meaning of this sign language, and couldn't help but laugh softly, "But your daddy is coming back soon, how about Ran'er go to the door and wait for him?"
Daddy.
This word used to be quite unfamiliar to the little boy, but now it has a very clear reference object.
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His eyes lit up and he nodded heavily.
