Chapter 376: Chapter 219: Nanhuang Daoist School, Here to Behead the Traitor!
The suddenly ringing voice outside the door was like a death knell, startling Ying Lin up from the sofa.
In a panic, he lunged to the side, pulling out the gun typically hidden in the pages of a book.
Facing the door with apprehension!
Who could break in here!
Is it the Nanhuang Daoist School coming for my life!
Ying Lin’s eyes stared fixedly in that direction, as if a man-eating monster stood outside the door.
At any moment it would rush in, skin him alive and dismantle him limb by limb.
“The Nanhuang Daoist School… they’ve finally come! This day has finally come!”
Ying Lin let out a hysterical laugh, his pupils bloodshot.
He hadn’t slept for days, relying on illicit drugs to forcibly stay alert.
Treated as a disposable pawn by his family, he had lost all hope of returning to Hai Province…
This had pushed Ying Lin to his mental limits, like having one foot on the edge of a cliff, his whole being teetering.
Luo Bing’s suggestion gave him a glimmer of hope.
Like a drowning man falling into the sea, grasping at a lifeline.
As long as he destroyed the reconciliation efforts between the family and Nanhuang Daoist School, maybe there was still a chance!
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Until the words “Nanhuang Daoist School” entered his ears.
Exploding in his heart!
Ying Lin felt the tightly drawn, unyielding string inside him.
Seemed like it finally snapped!
“Come on! I’m not afraid of you! Not afraid of the Nanhuang Daoist School…”
Ying Lin shouted while holding the gun, trapped in the small red building for years, like a prisoner awaiting execution, he had had enough long ago.
Countless times in the dead of night, he would suddenly wake, as though caught in a nightmare!
The bloody scenes of the Nanhuang Daoist Master driving the Divine Machine, trampling the estate by the Pine Valley River and crushing the Qin family’s direct descendants into pulp, kept flashing in his mind.
Especially the look of fear in Brother Qi’s eyes before his death, which Ying Lin couldn’t forget.
Any sound from outside the window in the early hours would make him incredibly anxious.
Under such intense pressure, Ying Lin soon fell into the abyss of contraband use.
He had to rely on it to numb himself and ease the uncontrollable, deep-seated shiver from his soul.
“Come on! I’m here, I will not flee…”
Ying Lin was trembling all over, gripping the gun tightly with both hands.
The thick solid wood door burst open as if hit by a shell.
Exploding from the outside, splinters flew everywhere!
A tall figure stepped inside, strands of Power undulating.
Pushing away the rising dust and powder, avoiding any stains on his body.
“If you’re home, why not open the door? So slow, shouting, really no hospitality.”
Qin Shi entered the small red building, bypassing the entrance, calmly looking at Ying Lin:
“The Qin family’s education is really inadequate, huh.”
Seeing Qin Shi walk inside unimpeded, as if returning home.
Ying Lin, provoked, pulled the trigger repeatedly, raising his wrist again and again.
Several metal bullets tore through the air, flying at the approaching Qin Shi.
“Your aim is terrible, Young Master Ying.”
Qin Shi didn’t dodge, letting the bullets hit his school uniform.
As soon as they grazed, it seemed they lost momentum, tinkling as they fell lifeless to the ground.
The Cultivation Furnace’s surging Life Force released brilliant radiance.
Not to mention these small caliber bullets, even powerful armor-piercing rounds.
Couldn’t penetrate the vaguely present “barrier” in front of him.
Qin Shi stepped onto the soft carpet, approaching Ying Lin.
The latter, like a shrinking cornered lamb, found no sense of safety from the gun in his hand.
Suddenly, it felt like that night by the Pine Valley River estate, an intense unescapable fear gripped Ying Lin’s heart.
He fired another shot, but the bullet was firmly caught by Qin Shi, held between two fingers like a squashed bullet head, shining a golden hue.
Qin Shi released his fingers, the bullet bounced on the carpet twice.
Because of his height, his peaceful eyes had a slight overlooking implication, looking at Ying Lin.
“Brother Shen’s death was indeed unjust.”
This direct descendant of the Qin family, with a gaunt face, deep bags under his eyes, breathing rapid yet weak, his Life Essence inside thin and frail, depletion surpassing replenishment.
It’s hard to imagine that the former second senior brother Shen Changyuan, who Old Zhang had pegged as the successor of the Nanhuang Daoist School, was ultimately tricked by this kind of scum, unjustly losing his life.
“I didn’t want it! Brother Qi said that if we accomplished this task, we could gain more importance from the family! Make another contribution… I wasn’t involved in Shen Changyuan’s death! I really wasn’t!”
Ying Lin’s throat moved, Qin Shi’s image overlapped in his eyes with the Nanhuang Daoist Master who leapt out of the Divine Machine, white hair wildly flowing.
He felt like he was falling into an ice cave, unbearably cold, nearly unable to breathe normally.
“Those things don’t matter. The Nanhuang Daoist School’s signboard requires being stained with the Qin family’s blood.
That debt with Brother Shen will continue to be settled later.”
Qin Shi shook his head, raising his hand toward Ying Lin.
The bones shook, radiance circulated, and a scorching aura diffused in his palm.
“For every drop of blood the Nanhuang Daoist School spills, an enemy must leave a head.
Even a Qin family descendant cannot be an exception. That’s the rule!”
Education Department building.
Mo Qihuan answered the phone, the secretary stood quietly by without leaving.
“Okay, I understand. We must eliminate such malignant incidents at their root! And handle them seriously!”
After a moment, he hung up the call and looked at the secretary.
“Twenty minutes ago, the Tai Monarch deactivated the defensive resources at the little red building, marking Qin Shi as ‘approved personnel on the list’.”
Mo Qihuan sighed lightly:
“I’ve told Ying Lin not to act rashly, yet he insists on courting death. Now look at the mess…”