Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 32 Have you decided to die?
"Mr. He, what did you say..."

The young man wanted to make some excuses, but He Songling's gun was already pointed at his forehead.

"How did you find me? This is impossible!" The Tang Sect assassin was furious. It must be said that the Tang Sect, under the leadership of Tang Bingwen, has trained disciples of very high quality.

This extra character, who never showed his face and had no name in the original novel, actually found a nearby big city in advance after seeing that He Songling was injured, and worked as a clerk in a big pharmacy for several months just to plot against He Songling.

Today was the perfect time for him to think of it, because this was the last dose of medicine before the last course of treatment. After drinking this medicine, He Songling's injuries would be 99% healed and he would be able to move freely. A normal person would think that he would finish drinking it quickly and recover quickly.

Just like the last moment of darkness before dawn, it is the best time to take action.

He never expected that just as he prepared the poison and put it into the paper bag, before he had time to arrange the external actions, his identity was exposed by He Songling.

"The Tang Sect's disguise is indeed flawless, but I am a very suspicious person. Every time I finish getting the medicine, I will secretly come back and take a look. I saw you talking with other guys."

He Songling pointed around, "You would rather pay a little money every time to compete with other guys for the right to receive me, but from what I see, the money you pay is more than the reward you get from me. Who can do a losing business for several months in a row just to receive me? Do you have Long Yangzhi, or is it that the Tang Clan is so big and powerful that you just have a lot of money?"

"Fuck you..." The Tang Clan assassin was shocked. The Tang Clan was a group of assassins, so they didn't have any business, and they settled all their accounts with their employers in cash. The poor were good at literature, but the rich were good at martial arts, and most of their money was spent on training their disciples. The Tang Clan bought mechanical expansion machines, identified drugs and poisons, and trained their bodies, which of these didn't cost money? These Tang Clan disciples were actually very poor.

Xu Xin only had two dollars on him, and this guy only had a little more than one dollar. Over the past few months, half of it had been paid out to the drugstore clerk. Who would have thought that He Songling had already seen through it. Is it easy for me to complete a task?
"The time you disguised yourself as a corpse and ambushed me, I hadn't figured out how to deal with you. I promised to let you go three times later, so this counts as the third time. I'm still letting you go today." He Songling released the hand that was holding the Tang Sect assassin: "If you do it again, you will die."

The Tang Clan assassin felt a chill. He realized that He Songling was not lying. If he did it again, he would really kill him. But the Tang Clan assassins also had their own dignity and rules. To be an assassin was to be careful and risk one's life. How could they back down just because of the target's death threat?

"Hmph, don't worry, you won't have this chance next time." The Tang Sect assassin said with a fierce face, turned around and was about to leave, but He Songling called him from behind: "Stop."

"What did you do again!" The Tang Clan assassin thought of the last time he cleaned the room, and his face turned green. "I didn't make the room dirty today."

He Songling used his Qi to shake the poisoned medicine, paper bag and herbs into fine powder, which scattered on the ground. "You know, I made this room dirty today, but you still have to clean it up."

"Why!" The Tang Clan assassin glared at him.

"You poisoned this medicine. If it kills someone, will you, Tang Sect, be responsible?" He Songling sneered. "Besides, I got the medicine here. You have to get it back for me after you clean up."

"You still dare to ask me to get you medicine?" The Tang Sect assassin showed a fierce look on his face, "Are you not afraid that I will poison you again?"

"I said, if it happens again, you will die." He Songling said indifferently.

"Okay, if you dare to eat it, I dare to catch you!" The Tang Clan assassin tore off the disguise on his face, and under the terrified gaze of the shopkeeper and the waiters, he jumped up and down to prepare the medicine for He Songling and threw it to him.

"Thank you." He Songling was not worried about what poison the Tang Sect could use. He could see the flow of Qi poison, and he could ask John to test the pure physical poison when he returned. This was the good thing about being well-versed in both Chinese and Western medicine. John could tell not only the plant and biological protein toxins commonly used in ancient times, but also the heavy metal and cyanide toxins that the Tang Sect suddenly awakened to. "OK, He, I can be sure that you are completely cured. I will make pills for the remaining course of medicine for you. You can carry them with you and chew them at any time." At the old John's Chinese medicine shop, John said happily after testing He Songling's body and the medicine he brought back.

"Great, thank you very much." He Songling bowed to John to express his gratitude. "John, as I said before, I cannot repay your kindness. If you want, come to Fujian to find me. There are countless wealth and knowledge that many people cannot get in their lifetime."

"Sure! Of course I will go. You don't have to tell me that I will not miss this important node in the development of science and technology in human history." John is certain that antibiotics will leave a significant mark in the history of science in the future. "I will win the Nobel Prize for this!"

"Looking forward to your arrival, my friend." After a few months, although He Songling still did not dare to completely trust John, he felt that this man was indeed someone he could make friends with, and he regarded him as a friend in his heart.

After leaving the city, the carriage continued to head southwest.

"Master, where were you originally planning to go on this trip?" Lu Ci saw that He Songling's itinerary was relatively simple. Apart from the part where he was being hunted, he almost went straight to Sichuan as soon as he left the Lu family.

"I originally wanted to learn the Qi refining methods of various schools and find a way to break through. But after your family and Wang Ai's attack, I realized that I was still too young. If I went to their house and stole their secret methods in such a high-profile manner, not only would they not let me go, but it might even implicate the Sanyi Sect."

He Songling shook his head and said, "I'm still too idealistic. The old Taoist priest said that Zhang Zhiwei was like a lion who looked down on everyone and never cared about what others thought of him. Now that I think about it, I'm no different. Maybe this is a common problem among geniuses."

Lu Ci's facial muscles twitched as he listened to this. "Master, let's just say what we are talking about. Please don't brag about yourself. It's broad daylight and you haven't drunk anything. Why are you bragging about yourself first?"

"Tom!"

He Songling punched Lu Ci's hedgehog on the head, causing a Conan-like bump on his head. He then retracted his fist and continued to explain, "I hadn't figured out what to do at that time, but the constant attacks along the way saved me from having to think about it."

He Songling was telling the truth. For him, who possessed an innate divine soul, those who came to kill him were simply sending him techniques. Along the way, he learned a variety of Qi-refining techniques, such as the Natural Gate, the Yiqi Flow, the Shentu, the Liangshan Invitation to the Gods, the Yemao Mountain, etc. He even learned more than he could learn from door to door.

"Until now, apart from the strange arts, weapon refining, horizontal training, etc., which I have no use for, the only famous sects I want to see are Shaolin and Wudang. In this case, why not just find someone, achieve our goal, go back, run our business, and I will find a place to retreat."

He Songling knew the direction of the future situation. Personal cultivation was nothing. Only large-scale industrialization and modernization could strengthen oneself and save the country. Whether the three levels of reverse life could reach the sky or not made no difference in front of the big mushroom.

Wu Gensheng dared to swear in front of all the righteous people and escaped unscathed after breaking into Longhu Mountain. But when he encountered the Japanese, he was seriously injured and his entire army was wiped out except for himself. This is the difference.

Personal grudges in the underworld have never been the main theme in this era.

"But you don't want to care about personal grudges, but personal grudges come to you." Less than two days after leaving, He Songling stopped the carriage and sighed: "Have you decided to die?"

In response to him, there was a huge falling rock, followed by countless flying locust crossbow arrows and poisonous smoke nets, which whizzed towards He Songling's carriage.

(End of this chapter)