Chapter 62: Grand Tutor Feng Logs Off
Lin Xin looked at his smiling expression, and a bad feeling suddenly rose in her heart. She squatted down and groped around Feng Xing’s neck and chest.
Mo Ziyuan frowned at her strange actions. Just as he was about to ask what she was doing, he saw her hand yank outward fiercely, grabbing a mask as thin as a cicada’s wing in her hand. Looking at Feng Xing on the ground again, he had turned into another face.
Body double! They had actually only killed a body double.
“Did your people leak the news?” Lin Xin frowned and looked at Mo Ziyuan.
“Why are you here?” Mo Ziyuan also frowned and looked at Lin Xin as the two spoke at the same time.
At this moment, the courtyard wall outside was suddenly filled with fully armed people holding bows and arrows, their gleaming arrow tips all aimed at the people in the courtyard.
The people Mo Ziyuan brought immediately changed their formation, standing back-to-back in pairs, alerting and defending each other.
Meanwhile, the people from the Grand Tutor’s Mansion all retreated, leaning against the courtyard wall to avoid being accidentally injured by their own side.
At the courtyard entrance, another Feng Xing stood there with his hands behind his back, followed by a middle-aged man who resembled him by about fifty percent.
“Heir of Dingguo Duke, how does it feel to be about to become a prisoner?” the middle-aged man beside Feng Xing asked. Lin Xin couldn’t help but frown and turn her face away. This man was really too oily, making her feel somewhat physically uncomfortable.
“Is this one real?” Lin Xin leaned close to Mo Ziyuan and asked softly.
“Probably! I can’t tell either.” Mo Ziyuan answered honestly.
“Heir of Dingguo Duke, surrender without a fight! Otherwise, with just one order from me, you’ll all turn into hedgehogs!” Feng Xing’s son spoke again.
“Ugh, so annoying. Who cares if he’s real or not, just kill him first!” The oily voice sounded again, and Lin Xin was completely out of patience.
Mo Ziyuan grabbed her arm. “There are archers everywhere, don’t move recklessly!”
Lin Xin rolled her eyes. Her water element supernatural ability surged out again, sharp water blades appearing out of thin air in the air, slicing across the major arteries in the archers’ necks. They dissipated into the air just as their blood spurted out.
With a series of “crackling” sounds, the archers standing high on the wall could no longer hold their bows and arrows, dropping them to the ground one after another. Then, like dominoes, they fell down one by one, clutching their necks tightly, but unable to stop the gushing blood. Finally, they convulsed a few times and stopped breathing.
“The archers are gone, move in!” Lin Xin slapped Mo Ziyuan’s shoulder hard and quickly ran to the base of the courtyard wall, beginning to harvest the lives of the Grand Tutor’s Mansion crowd.
“Move in!” Mo Ziyuan said in a deep voice, leaping to stand in front of Feng Xing and his son.
“Heir of Dingguo Duke, don’t move.” Less than two meters from Feng Xing, Mo Ziyuan abruptly stopped, holding his long sword horizontally across his chest, eyes warily fixed on Feng Xing’s hand.
His son hid behind him, waving his fist slightly and muttering, “Shoot him dead, shoot him dead…”
Feng Xing now held a small crossbow in his hand, its bolt tip pointed straight at Mo Ziyuan.
The fighting in the courtyard was nearing its end. Perhaps intimidated by the eerie deaths of the archers on the wall, the guards’ resistance wasn’t very fierce, and they were quickly cut down by the people Mo Ziyuan had brought.
Lin Xin turned her head and saw this scene. Her hands itched to move. A thin water line twisted and flowed between her fingers where no one could see, but thinking of those three bright lightning bolts that would unhesitatingly strike down, she pursed her lips and let the water line dissipate into the air.
But if they continued this standoff, the Grand Tutor’s side would definitely have endless reinforcements arriving, which would be extremely unfavorable for their side. Yet the current situation wasn’t easy to break either.
Lin Xin was all too familiar with crossbows. At the beginning of the apocalypse, by a twist of fate, she had once hidden in a shop that specialized in selling them, surviving for a full week on the shop’s stock. If she hadn’t run out of food, she definitely would have kept hiding.
So she was very clear about the lethality of crossbow bolts. At the distance between Feng Xing and Mo Ziyuan, if Feng Xing fired, Mo Ziyuan absolutely couldn’t dodge.
So, what should she do?
The people who came with Mo Ziyuan were even more anxious than Lin Xin, but they also didn’t dare to act rashly.
Seeing that just relying on the crossbow in his father’s hand had controlled the scene, Feng Xing’s son’s oily genes started stirring again. He poked half his body out from behind his father, pointed at Mo Ziyuan, and shouted, “Heir of Dingguo Duke, if you dare, come at me. I’m right here waiting for you. See if you dare to lay a hand on me.”
Lin Xin found this extremely ridiculous. No wonder killing the Grand Tutor’s world consciousness would result in lightning striking her, but killing the Grand Tutor’s son would only bring some rain to drench her. So the difference was here.
After thinking for a moment, she lightly hooked an arrow with her toe. While Feng Xing and his son were focused on Mo Ziyuan, she flung it fiercely. It grazed Feng Xing’s arm and nailed straight into his son’s shoulder. The arrow’s force was fierce, not only piercing his shoulder but even carrying his body backward to the ground, which in turn spun Feng Xing’s body half a circle, instantly shifting the crossbow’s aim away from Mo Ziyuan.
Mo Ziyuan reacted extremely quickly this time, immediately throwing the sword in his hand. It flew past Feng Xing’s neck and nailed into the big tree behind him with a “thud.”
“Ah~ my arm, Dad, my arm~ it hurts so much, Dad…” The man on the ground wailed like a banshee.
Feng Xing only felt a chill on his neck, followed by a wave of warmth, as if something was flowing down his neck. A suffocating feeling swept over all his senses.
The crossbow in his hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds; he could no longer hold it.
His son’s screams grew fainter and more indistinct in his ears. He wanted to breathe hard to escape the stifling sensation, but it seemed he didn’t even have the strength to breathe.
“No, I won’t die, I absolutely won’t just die like this, absolutely not…” This was the last thing Grand Tutor Feng Xing said in this world. Unfortunately, beside him was only his son screaming in pain, and no one paid attention to what he said in his final moments.
“This won’t be another body double, will it?” Lin Xin let out a long breath and said.
Mo Ziyuan pursed his lips, walked over, and groped around Feng Xing’s neck and chest several times, finding no signs of wearing a mask. This was really him.
When he walked over, Lin Xin had already slipped to the corner of the wall while everyone was looking at him. Seeing no one paying attention to her side, she flashed into the space.
She wasn’t going to stay outside to be questioned by Mo Ziyuan!
As long as they all left, she could leave too. Then she could rush back to Willow Forest Village overnight and use the magic flower to erase Meng Yichen’s memory, and everything would be fine.
Anyway, she had been wearing a mask the whole time. As long as she didn’t admit it, no one could say that the person he saw today was her. After all, the journey from Willow Forest Village to the Capital City was right there!
Hee hee, I’m such a genius!
Sitting in the space looking at the property copied from Feng Xing’s secret room, Lin Xin’s mood was better than ever.
