Deserve

Wei Ying

Three months, it already three months and Hua Cheng can't even fimd his son. The sun shot campaign are almost the time and Shen Qingqiu would also give a hand for them. Hua Cheng look at Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng who are going on the northng.

The scene inside of the supervision office was more than horrifying.

Within the courtyard, corpses lay everywhere. Not only there, the bushes. hallways, fences, and even roofs were piled up with corpses.

All of the corpses wore sun robes. They were disciples of the Wen Sect. Using Sandu, Jiang Cheng flipped over one of the corpses and saw lines of blood criss-cross over the pale face, "Bleeding from the qiqiao."

Lan WangJi didn't say anything. He was the first to step into the house.

The doors to Wen Chao's room were wide open. Only one female corpse remained in the room. The corpse wore light clothes. Half of the leg of a stool had been stuffed down her throat. She had killed herself by forcing herself to swallow the stool leg into her stomach.

Jiang Cheng turned the corpse's twisted face over. After he had scrutinized it for a while, he gave out a cold laugh. Holding the stool leg, he shoved it into her mouth.

The faint light illuminated his face. It was still pale, still cold, but two dense smears of black were under his eyes. The other person by the table was covered entirely, Even their face was hidden in a cape. As though inside of a fragile cocoon, the person shivered within the cape, panting as he suddenly exclaimed, "Don't light the lamp! What if he finds us?!"

Lan Wangli looked up, exchanging a look with Jiang Cheng. Both of them had the same confused look.

This person had to be Wen Chao. But how did Wen Chao's voice become like this? So thin and so sharp, it didn't seem to be Wen Chao at all?

Head down, Wen Zhuliu searched through the belongings within his sleeves, "Is it that if we don't light the lamp, he won't be able to find us?"

Wen Chao panted, "W-We've run so far, for so long. H-He shouldn't b-be able to catch us, right?"

Wen ZhuLiu appeared to be indifferent, "Perhaps."

Wen Chao fumed, "What do you mean perhaps?! If we haven't outrun him why did you stop?! Wen Zhuliu, "You need ointment. Or else you'll be dead for certain."

Both of the two on the roof were shocked.

Under the cape, it wasn't Wen Chao's arrogant, greasily handsome face, but rather a bald head enwrapped in bandages!

Wen Zhuliu peeled off the bandages layer by layer, revealing the skin of the bald man. On the face, scars and burn marks scattered without order, making him look as if he'd been cooked. Ugly, hideous, they couldn't see at all the shadow of whom he used to be!

Wen ZhuLiu took out the bottle of medicine. He first fed him a couple of round pills before he took out some ointment and applied it to the burn marks on his head and his face.

Wen Chao could only hold back his tears, unable to even cry. By the flickering light of the fire, a bald man covered in burn marks contorted his face, strange, muffled noises coming out of his mouth. The flame was on the verge of dying, a dim yellow. The sight was beyond frightening.

Suddenly, Wen Chao shrieked, "The flute! The flute! Is it the flute?! I heard him play the flute again!"

Wen Zhul iu, "No! It was the wind."

However, Wen Chao was so scared that he had fallen to the ground, wailing, Wen Zhuliu picked him up again. It seemed that something had happened to Wen Chao's legs and he couldn't walk on his own.