Long Que considered it for a long while. Feeling around for the corner of Zhou Zishu’s robes, he said in a low voice, “Young man, do a good deed. Take that sword of yours and deliver me a straightforward and satisfying death. That unfilial bastard Long Xiao did not let me die; now that he’s gone to meet the King of Hell, I can also go down there as well, and settle my debts with him!”

Before Zhou Zishu could speak, Wen Kexing approached him, bent down, and carefully supported Long Que’s body. Extending his palm, he placed it against Long Que’s chest, and said in a solemn and respectful tone of voice rare of him, “I can shatter your meridians in an instant. It’ll be satisfyingly straightforward. Senior, consider it carefully.”

Long Que roared with laughter. “Sure! Sure, you’re accumulating merits by doing a good deed, do it…”

He had just uttered the word “it” when Wen Kexing’s fingers that were loosely placed there suddenly exerted force. Before Long Que’s laughter stopped, his whole body jerked once, and that smile remained on his face forever.

Not daring to believe it, Zhang Chengling said, stunned, “Grandpa…”

Wen Kexing reached a hand out to close Long Que’s eyes, and helped him to lie down. Caressing Zhang Chengling’s head, he said, “Don’t humiliate him any further. He was a hero, and should die like one.”

He paused, then said to Zhou Zishu, “I’d like to stay for a while, as a send-off for him.”

Zhou Zishu leant his weight on the bedpost and rose to his feet as he replied, “Sure.”

He was about to walk towards the door, but Wen Kexing called out to him, “A-Xu, stay here with me to recuperate from your injury.”

Zhou Zishu laughed. “Even if I can recuperate from this one, can I recuperate from the other? Since I can’t recuperate from it, I should seize the day and eat, drink, and make merry to my heart’s content, it’s more worth it that way…”

Wen Kexing lowered his head with a small smile, and said softly, “Then...treat it as spending a few days here with me?”

Zhou Zishu paused in his tracks and remained silent for a good while, before he finally said, “Sure.”

Chapter 52: Mountain Residence

Even until the very last, Wen Kexing was unable to take down Long Que’s body from that bed through which a large iron pillar had been staked, and had to set the bed alight as well. He had just murdered someone, and he was now committing arson--he was carrying these evil good deeds through to the end.