The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 289 Aftermath
At this point, Wu Chengyu had run out of questions. The children were lucky; they hadn't been eaten by these evil spirits yet, and they even managed to glean some information about Western Xia from a member of the Yipintang, including the location of Li Qiushui's palace within the Western Xia imperial palace.

But for some reason, he suddenly became less eager to go to Western Xia.

Wu Chengyu slowly stood up, grabbed the leader's leg, and started walking out. The leader seemed to suddenly understand what Wu Chengyu was going to do.

"I only ask for a quick death, I only ask for a quick death. You promised me, don't hand me over to them, please, you promised me."

This may have been his last bit of strength; he shouted hysterically and desperately.

But Wu Chengyu's reply made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave: "Making promises to evil people is the most foolish thing to do. I don't think I am the most qualified person to kill you. Look, those people you have oppressed are standing there, waiting for me to hand you over to them."

The leader turned his head with difficulty. Yes, it was those former slaves who had been venting their anger on the corpses of other bandits outside.

Now they were all covered in blood, standing there in a row outside. They no longer spoke or groaned, standing stiffly with blank eyes and a wide upturn at the corners of their mouths as they watched themselves being dragged over little by little.

Not only that, he also seemed to see countless people he had killed or given to his men as rations. These people were all standing there, and some of them were even waving at him, as if they would swarm him when he died and became a ghost.

Wu Chengyu dragged the chief out of the castle gate. The open space in front of the castle was now full of the scattered limbs of the dead bandits, which were no longer recognizable as human. The ground was covered with blood and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. This was a real hell on earth.

Wu Chengyu felt dizzy at the sight; it was something no normal person could physiologically withstand, yet the people in front of him seemed to be enjoying it all.

Wu Chengyu wouldn't do anything to these people. Only those who have suffered countless torments in hell could create such a living hell. Even a nine-generation grudge could be avenged. Wu Chengyu believed that whatever they did to these man-eating demons was right.

Wu Chengyu suppressed the inexplicable churning in his chest and threw the chief in front of them.

The leader dared not wail anymore, fearing that even the slightest movement would provoke these people to pounce on him. However, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he muttered, "I only wish for a quick death, I only wish for a quick death."

Wu Chengyu didn't speak, but silently turned around and took a few more steps forward, instinctively wanting to get away from the bloodshed.

Those men dragged large knives and axes in their hands, their faces beaming with smiles—not sneers, but genuine joy. In the leader's despairing eyes, the blades rose and fell, and the leader's screams echoed throughout the fortress until he could no longer utter a sound.

After the chief was reduced to countless indescribable fragments, some of these people dropped their weapons, while others still held them in their arms. They all walked behind Wu Chengyu and knelt down together. They did not kowtow, but their eyes were filled with piety as they looked at Wu Chengyu, as if they were seeing their savior.

Wu Chengyu silently turned around. Several women kowtowed first, kowtowing heavily. They were among those who had not laid down their weapons. After kowtowing, with silent gratitude, they all raised their knives and slashed heavily across their necks.

Wu Chengyu did not stop them. For these people, especially the women, they had experienced unimaginable suffering in the past, memories of pain that had seeped into their souls and could never be dispelled.

They no longer considered themselves human, which is why they lived mechanically under the oppression of the bandits. Now that their great revenge has been achieved, they have regained their sense of being human, but they cannot accept what they have endured in the past. At this moment, death truly is a relief.

With these women leading the way, half of the people quickly chose to commit suicide, leaving this damned, hopeless world. Of the remaining twenty-odd people, all were men; the women who had survived had all taken their own lives.

Wu Chengyu looked them over and suddenly said, "I told you, you can vent your anger however you want, just don't eat their flesh. No matter how much you hate them, or how much they deserve to die, eating human flesh is something I can't tolerate."

His gaze was fixed on one of the men, who was so thin he was skin and bones, with sunken eyes. His features looked more like a skeleton covered in skin. His mouth was covered in blood, and he was even chewing. This man's age was indiscernible, and he had long since lost his human form.

Upon hearing Wu Chengyu's words, the man suddenly realized something and immediately began to vomit. But after vomiting, he lay on the ground and laughed loudly, like a leaky bellows, his laughter extremely shrill.

Then he raised his head and said to Wu Chengyu, "My benefactor, do you know? I am a cook, and I am very skilled. I am good at cooking fish, and everyone who has eaten my Yellow River carp says it is delicious. But after I was captured and brought here, I was forced to cook human flesh for them every day."

My hands actually managed to cook quite a few delicious dishes. I had no choice but to cook; otherwise, they would kill my wife and children.

Then, one day, I saw my wife and children again, and guess what shape they were in.

I wanted to die then, but I couldn't die. I didn't believe there was no retribution in this world. I wanted to watch these people die before my eyes.

Now the retribution has come; all these people are dead, but I have to eat their flesh. I have to taste what their flesh really tastes like.

"My benefactor, please give me a quick death. I don't want to chop human flesh with a knife anymore, not even my own."

Wu Chengyu lowered his head silently. When he was a child, he learned about Lu Xun's anger when he talked about leaving home. He couldn't understand what that anger was, but now he did.

He could no longer tolerate this damned world, the plight of the Han people, and this cannibalistic society. His outrageous anger was the kind of anger that would drive him to grab a bomb and perish together with the enemy.

Wu Chengyu finally raised his head. The cook was kneeling on the ground, but his back was straight. His eyes were full of relief, gratitude and encouragement to Wu Chengyu, and he was eagerly anticipating and encouraging Wu Chengyu to kill him.

Wu Chengyu ultimately decided to grant his wish. He flicked his right index finger, and the invisible force of the Canhe Finger struck the opponent's heart acupoint. His heart was instantly pierced, but there were no visible wounds on the surface, and the pain was only momentary.

After the cook died with a smile on his face, Wu Chengyu looked at the others. At least these people still had the courage to live, but he didn't know how long they could live after leaving this place.

"You few, collect their bodies and bury them somewhere outside. Remember to bury them deep so that wild animals won't dig them up." The bodies mentioned here are, of course, those of the slaves who committed suicide.

"As for the severed limbs and remains of those bandits, you should clean them up and burn them all."

(End of this chapter)