Chapter 290
Chapter 290
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 290
>Chapter Title: Blind Chen
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Li Huowang heard Blind Chen say this right in front of him, and the words on the tip of his tongue were forcibly choked back in his throat.
“What does that mean? He suspects I’m from the Sitting Oblivion Dao? He didn’t even call for reinforcements?”
A flurry of thoughts raced through Li Huowang’s mind in an instant. The big-headed doll who had previously invited him to join the Surveillance Bureau suddenly became extremely suspicious in his heart.
Without Li Huowang’s control, the Wandering Lords hovering in the air like jellyfish all stopped motionless in midair.
“No!” Li Huowang’s expression twisted viciously. As he shook the bell violently, the eight Wandering Lords immediately flew toward Blind Chen accompanied by the ringing. “True or false, I need ironclad proof! I can’t let him lead me into another pit!”
The blind man might have been blind, but he seemed to sense the positions of the Wandering Lords perfectly. After dodging one attack with an iron bridge stance, he reached swiftly into the bamboo basket on his back, and that mirror shaped like a bagua instantly appeared in his hand.
“Heaven clear, earth bright, yin turbid, yang pure!”
A beam of gentle light shot out from it, sweeping fiercely through the air like a longsword. The Wandering Lords it swept across all dissipated into smoke.
He swept to the side again, and two Wandering Lords were instantly bisected at the waist.
Just as he was about to aim the mirror at the remaining Wandering Lords, he suddenly sensed a surge of killing intent from above his head.
It happened in the blink of an eye. Li Huowang, wrapped in soaring killing intent, had closed in. The sword in his hand was now only half a zhang from Blind Chen’s neck.
But in the next moment, Blind Chen’s head retracted into his body like a turtle’s.
As Li Huowang’s old strength was spent and new strength hadn’t yet come, a large hand stretched out from the hole where his head should have been and firmly grabbed Li Huowang’s sword-wielding wrist.
Li Huowang yanked his hand back fiercely, but not only did he fail to break free from Blind Chen, it instead allowed the other man to stick to him like glue, borrowing the momentum.
Using the force from Li Huowang’s pull, Blind Chen thrust the bamboo pole in his hand straight toward his chest.
But his move didn’t succeed. The remaining Wandering Lords returned to relieve Li Huowang.
For a moment, the two sides fought back and forth, the situation intensely deadlocked.
However, the deadlock wouldn’t last forever, because Li Huowang had deliberately held back a trump card earlier.
“Senior Brother Li! We’re here to help you!” Bai Lingmiao, Gao Zhijian, and the others who had been waiting at a distance all drew their weapons and charged toward Blind Chen.
Blind Chen couldn’t even handle one Li Huowang, let alone four more. The outcome was already sealed.
“Pfft~!” A long needle wrapped in white fur nailed into the hand Blind Chen used to grip his pole. In an instant, his five fingers melted like candles and slid down to his elbow.
Unable to hold his weapon, Blind Chen panicked. In the next moment, he felt a sudden darkness in his heart as a gust of bloody wind blew, making his hair sway wildly.
“This is bad!” His heart sank.
“Zhijian! Don’t kill him!”
The instant Li Huowang’s voice rang out, Blind Chen felt that gust of wind veer off and smash into his arm.
Accompanied by the sound of breaking bone, the spiked club in Gao Zhijian’s hand smashed Blind Chen’s arm flat.
Chun Xiaoman rushed over and kicked the pole out of Blind Chen’s hand, then deftly caught the chain Gao Zhijian tossed her and swiftly bound him up.
“See that? See that? Heh heh! This blind bastard fell right into Uncle Cao’s hands!”
Li Huowang ignored Gouwa’s boasting and walked straight up to Blind Chen.
“Are you a strip or a pancake? Now we can have a proper chat.”
“Crack~ Ptoo!” A bloody glob of phlegm flew toward Li Huowang’s face, but he easily dodged it.
Gao Zhijian’s sandbag-sized fist slammed into Blind Chen’s face, breaking his nose and knocking out several teeth.
“Don’t be so rough.” Li Huowang stopped Gao Zhijian’s next swing and asked Blind Chen again: “I’ll ask once more—who the hell are you?”
“I’m your grandpa’s grandpa!”
Looking at Blind Chen, whose face was flushed red with rage, Li Huowang reached into the torture kit at his waist and drew out a small willow-leaf knife as thin as a cicada’s wing.
“Fine, if you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself. Help me hold his head steady—don’t let it retract.”
Amid Blind Chen’s piercing scream, the willow-leaf knife sliced diagonally into the skin under his jaw.
He carefully peeled back one layer, then the next. At this moment, Li Huowang was as focused as a craftsman.
Time passed slowly, but Li Huowang’s expression grew increasingly grave. He had nearly peeled the man’s entire face off, yet he found only this one face!
“You’re really not Sitting Oblivion Dao?” Li Huowang said to Blind Chen, who was now barely breathing more in than out.
He had thought earlier that the man was sowing discord, but now with ironclad proof before him, Li Huowang had to accept a harsh reality—he had indeed made a mistake.
“I... fuck your grandma.”
Seeing Blind Chen’s weakened state as he cursed him, Li Huowang’s heart tightened. He quickly turned to the two red-veiled women who looked like twins nearby.
“Miaomiao, quick! Call the White Immortal Family to heal him!”
After a frantic bustle, Li Huowang finally watched as the face he had peeled off was sewn back onto Blind Chen.
“I’m truly sorry, Senior. In that situation, I really couldn’t tell. Zhijian, hurry and untie him.”
If this man was genuine, then the big-headed doll had issues. Sitting Oblivion Dao was him—this might be the enemy’s trap.
The gravely wounded Blind Chen, newly freed, rolled away from Li Huowang and the others like a startled monkey.
Leaning weakly against the wall, his expression flickered uncertainly as he turned toward the sound of footsteps.
“What tricks is your Sitting Oblivion Dao playing now? You think I’ll believe you? Dream on!”
With that, he struggled to stand, but in his current condition, it was extremely difficult.
“Senior Chen, hear me out.” Li Huowang blocked Blind Chen’s path.
“What’s there to explain in this mess? You gonna say it was all a misunderstanding? You want me to trust you? Fine! Get lost— the farther the better, and I’ll believe you more!”
The two conversing men suddenly fell silent together, both turning sharply toward the distant village shrine. At the round archway, a figure stood leaning obliquely.
It was the Mud Bodhisattva. Half his body hid in the darkness, half exposed in the moonlight. He stood utterly still, staring at Li Huowang and the others with the black hole in his face.
“There! See that?! You beat me like this, and these mud fiends have noticed! They’re coming to finish me off while I’m hurt! Now we’re both dead!”
Just as he finished speaking, the eighteen arhats inside the temple behind the Mud Bodhisattva slowly walked out.
With every step, a layer of mud cracked off their bodies, and within the fissures, pairs of faintly visible compound eyes lurked.
(End of chapter)