Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 28: The Assassination Style of the Tang Clan Assassins
"Master, I haven't asked you before, why do you have to buy a carriage? Even if a car is inconvenient, we can walk, which is not necessarily slower than a carriage."

Lu Ci had no doubt that He Songling wanted to lie in the carriage and enjoy himself. To be honest, a carriage was a primitive means of transportation without shock absorbers, suspensions or steering devices, and riding in it was a torture no matter how you rode it.

"What do you know? Marco is a good thing. It's clean energy and protects the environment. Most importantly, it's useful when something happens."

Since even the Tang Sect had been invited, He Songling did not let Lu Ci continue to stand on the top of the carriage as a kite, otherwise he was really afraid that Lu Ci would be killed by the Tang Sect. Not only did he not let Lu Ci go up, even He Songling himself turned on the second level of full power and kept in the reverse state at all times, for fear of being ambushed like last time.

He Songling patted the horse's butt and said with a smile: "This horse is very useful now. We are being watched by the people of Tang Sect and are facing the risk of being poisoned at any time. Give it some food before eating or drinking. If it doesn't die, we can eat it later. Isn't it much safer?"

"What if all the food found around us is poisoned by the Tang Clan?" Lu Ci asked.

He Songling laughed twice and looked at the horse with fascination, "Isn't this baby also made of meat?"

The horse pulling the cart suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help but poop a large lump of shit. It happened without warning, and it just happened to pull He Songling's hand. So the horse was happy to achieve a feat that Wang Ai had not achieved: He Songling's hand was disabled.

"laugh!"

He Songling was glad that he had been driving at the second level, so he just had to cut his hand and that was it, otherwise he would have been very uncomfortable all the way.

"Hahahahaha!" Lu Ci rolled over with laughter, holding his belly. "People work so hard to pull your cart, and you still want them to test for poison and eat their flesh. This is what you call retribution."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll bring back that severed hand and smear it on your face!" He Songling's eyes were fierce, and Lu Ci was so scared that he couldn't say a word. Lu Ci had never been so honest in his life. He would argue with his father when he was scolded, but when he saw He Songling's yellow-green severed hand on the ground, he was more obedient than a rabbit.

The two continued to walk westward. Although being targeted by the Tang Sect was troublesome, it did not scare them. The key point was that since the Tang Sect had already targeted them, it would be useless for them to turn around and run away from Sichuan. They knew how to take a car, so could the people of the Tang Sect not?

They stayed in hotels and ate all the way, and nothing unusual happened. But He Songling did not relax his vigilance. He kept his word and let the horse taste every bite of food and drink first. Only when the horse was not dead after eating, the two of them would eat.

This is called despising the enemy strategically, but respecting the enemy tactically. To what extent did He Songling despise the Tang Sect assassins strategically? Anyway, he drove the reverse life all the way, and he simply tried twice more to combine several major skills, trying to transform his body into a Qi state.

As expected, he failed again. It was easy for him to break into the third level, after all, that was a path that Zuo Ruotong had already taken in the original novel. Without the spirit of the gods, he could disperse and reunite by relying on his innate soul.

But the third level is still a technique rather than a way. Wasn't it for the purpose of completely "reaching the sky" for the third level of Ni Sheng that he desperately asked Zuo Ruotong to keep him with three sentences? He Songling thought, first try to break through to the "third level" with his own way, if it doesn't work, then use Zuo Ruotong's way, break into the third level first, and then think of other ways.

However, he obviously underestimated the difficulty of combining several techniques to create a new "Threefold Reverse Life". His innate soul could only "see through" but not "integrate". This was the first time since He Songling entered the sect that he felt the same trouble as his fellow disciples of more than 400 years.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough..."

He Songling came out of the Qi transformation state again. It was as if there was a high-pressure nozzle in his mouth, and blood sprayed out like the hose of a fire truck, almost splashing Lu Ci's face.

"Master, we are facing a powerful enemy. Could you please stop tinkering with that technique?" Lu Ci looked helpless. He knew He Songling was injured since he met him. After walking for several months, He Songling's injuries became even more serious.

"Well, I won't tinker with it anymore." He Songling nodded and stood up in a white light.

"Huh? Why are you so obedient this time?"

"I have to listen." He Songling chuckled twice, "This time the problem is quite serious. Now I am like Lao Zuo, unable to solve the problem."

The predecessors of the Sanyi Sect were right. The three levels of Reverse Life were indeed extremely dangerous. He Songling was a time traveler. He never regarded this place as a completely real world. He always looked at everything in the world with the mentality of looking at NPCs. In addition, his innate soul broke through the first and second levels. The so-called dangers of Reverse Life were nothing to him, which made him a little arrogant. He himself did not realize that, while claiming to understand the essence of the three levels of Reverse Life, he actually looked down on this fundamental method of his own in his heart. So he finally suffered a big loss.

"I tried to transform my Qi forcefully, and my muscles, bones, and internal organs all collapsed. Fortunately, I entered the reverse life state at the right time, which saved my life. If I had been released, I would not have survived for more than ten days."

"Fuck!" Lu Ci's face turned green with fear. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go back first. I'll ask my father to find a way to treat you. If that doesn't work, we can go to a foreign hospital. I heard that they can restore organs by cutting open a person's body with a knife. It's magical. Let's save your life first!"

He Songling smiled and said, "It's okay, I..."

"bass!"

He Songling had just said half of his words when a bright and dazzling light flew in from the window. He Songling used his Ruyi power and the light turned into countless flying paper butterflies. Just as He Songling used the Eight Directions Reversal to freeze them, danger appeared silently from behind. A dagger bypassed the human magnetic field in front of him and stabbed straight into his waist.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced into the flesh, and the hand holding the dagger twisted it vigorously before falling backwards. Lu Ci's Ruyi power flew past his nose.

“Haha, with a wound to a vital point and a deadly poison, even a person at the third level of Reverse Rebirth wouldn’t be able to withstand it!” The Tang Sect assassin laughed loudly on top of the wall of the inn.

"As expected of a Tang Sect assassin, you have a very accurate timing." He Songling pulled the dagger out of his waist with a smile. Not even a drop of blood flowed, and the wound healed instantly. "But do you think there is a possibility that what I said just now was meant for you?"

"What did you say?" The assassin's smile froze and his body fell into the ice cellar.

"My old mentor likes to give people three chances, so I'll give you three chances too. I heard that your sect leader, Senior Tang Bingwen, once tried to assassinate a master for several years when he was young. He was spared countless times and even lost an eye, but he still managed to kill that man in the end."

He Songling looked at the Tang Sect assassin squatting on the wall like a cat with its fur standing on end and said, "I won't be so kind. For the sake of our fellowship, I'll give you three chances. If you still make a move after three chances, you'll die. This counts as the first time. Let's go."

"Just wait, I will definitely take your life!" The Tang Clan assassin said angrily, turned around, slid down the wall, and disappeared.

"Master, are you pretending? Are you actually fine?" Lu Ci looked at He Songling with joy.

"Something's wrong." He Songling grimaced in pain, holding his waist and slowly sitting down, "If it's nothing, do you think that kid can get away? I'm not a psychopath like Lao Zuo."

He Songling did hurt himself on purpose. As the saying goes, a thief can be a thief for a thousand days, but you can never be on guard against thieves for a thousand days. It is impossible for a person to be on high alert all the time, so He Songling decided to just show off his weakness to lure out the Tang Sect assassin.

But it was not easy to deceive the Tang Sect assassin, not to mention that with his strength, any omissions would seem very deliberate, so he might as well hurt himself. It was true that he deliberately injured himself to lure people out, but it was also true that he underestimated the third level of reverse life and the injury was much more serious than expected.

"bass!"

As soon as He Songling finished speaking, there was another sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air. Countless sharp silver threads intertwined into an airtight net and rushed towards He Songling. Then there were a few "puff" sounds, and yellow-green poisonous smoke filled the air, accompanied by the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the wind.

Countless needles flew directly at the vital points of He Songling and Lu Ci.

The Tang Clan assassin returns!
(End of this chapter)