A Core Ship From The Start-Chapter 2235 - 1516: Get Lost!

Unfortunately, Duanmu Huai couldn’t hear, nor did he care about the prayers of these leaders. He went wherever he wanted, and at the moment, Duanmu Huai left West State and went straight to North State. Since he had nothing better to do, Duanmu Huai set a goal to eat his way through, tasting the culinary delights of the east, west, north, and south.

After all, when people from this country travel, their main activity is eating and drinking, sampling the local delicacies. And Duanmu Huai had nothing else to do in this world, so he followed the travel route.

So Duanmu Huai traveled around, indulging in food and drink, enjoying himself immensely. Before he knew it, he entered the boundaries of North State. That day, Duanmu Huai came upon a tavern and naturally ordered the signature dishes, then asked for a pot of good wine, and began to eat and drink.

Duanmu Huai never really liked drinking. He wasn’t interested in alcohol. But this era’s wine had very low alcohol content, similar to fruit wine. That’s why he understood why in those martial arts dramas, heroes would pr``y open a wine jar and guzzle it down, often drinking several jars.

With this level of alcohol, a jar was about the same as drinking an alcoholic beverage. No wonder those heroes seemed so gallant, guzzling those big jars without pause.

In contrast to modern white spirits, even Er Guotou, giving him a jar would knock someone out. It wasn’t the ancient grain and fruit-brewed wine. If it were industrial alcohol, it would be even more amusing.

Strictly speaking, Duanmu Huai preferred soft drinks, like the happy water of lazy soda. Unfortunately, this era obviously didn’t have them, so he had to make do with fruit wine, which served as a substitute for alcoholic beverages to some extent.

The reason he chose the north was also because it was a childhood memory. Thinking back, Mr. Jin was really ahead of his time, with various moe attributes existing long before the otaku culture. For example, Little Dragon Girl was a cold beauty, the Celestial Maiden of Mount Tianshan a white-haired loli, Zhu’er a yandere, and Xiao Zhao a maid, among others. It was decades ahead of the otaku culture.

Thus, Duanmu Huai planned to check in here, hoping to meet those characters, chat, and take photos.

Duanmu Huai ate and drank, while others watched quietly, not daring to speak. After all, the fame of the Undying Slaughter God was well-known, and Duanmu Huai’s features were unmistakable. Anyone in the Jianghu who had heard the tales could recognize Duanmu Huai at a glance. Although he was notorious, Duanmu Huai rarely killed, only acting in self-defense, so ordinary Jianghu people were not very afraid of him.

Simply put, as long as you didn’t mess with him, you were fine. But if you deliberately picked a fight, it was as good as courting death.

That’s why, where Duanmu Huai dined, the Jianghu people were inexplicably well-behaved, and even disciples of various sects traveling the Jianghu dared not make a sound. In another’s place, their sect identity might protect them. But Duanmu Huai had proven that regardless of the sect backing them, provoking him could lead to total annihilation.

This goes to show that killing has its benefits. With one punch, others might refrain from throwing a hundred, roughly speaking.

The chef here was quite skilled, and Duanmu Huai enjoyed his meal. After feasting to his satisfaction, he called Xiao Er to settle the bill. However, when Duanmu Huai gestured, Xiao Er came running with a smile.

"Esteemed guest, your bill has already been paid."

"Already paid?"

Upon hearing Xiao Er’s response, Duanmu Huai’s expression darkened.

"Who paid it?"

"This..."

Just as Xiao Er hesitated to reply, a hearty laugh echoed, followed by a voice.

"I’ve long heard of the famed name of the Undying Slaughter God—renowned and thunderous. I, Murong Fu, have admired you for quite some time. Meeting you today, indeed you are a hero."

Accompanying these words, a man strides into the tavern, smiling as he approaches Duanmu Huai. Behind him followed several house servants and maids, along with a young girl in a gosling-yellow dress. The man was around twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with a longsword at his waist, exuding an aura of grace and leisure.

Ah, it’s him.

Upon seeing this man, the surrounding Jianghu people suddenly understood, familiar with the name of Master Murong from Gusu, knowing he enjoyed making connections. However, they didn’t expect him to be bold enough to approach someone like the Undying Slaughter God.

"Murong Fu?"

Looking at this fair-faced man before him, Duanmu Huai’s expression darkened, then he turned to Xiao Er.

"Settle the bill."

"But sir, this gentleman has already paid..."

"Ignore him."

Duanmu Huai tossed a silver ingot into Xiao Er’s hand, then looked at Murong Fu.

"I have no interest in someone colluding with Outer Domain barbarians, trying to incite war between two countries to profit and restore Yan Country. Neither he nor his father are good people."

"What!?"

Hearing Duanmu Huai’s words, the surrounding Jianghu people were shocked, and Murong Fu’s originally smiling face suddenly froze. He didn’t expect his carefully plotted plans to be exposed by the Undying Slaughter God in one fell swoop!

The Jianghu people were also astonished, knowing only of Murong Fu’s fondness for befriending heroes but unaware of his audacious rebel plans.

The people accompanying Murong Fu also turned pale simultaneously. They were aware of Murong Fu’s plans but never expected Duanmu Huai to reveal it in public. They were caught in a dilemma.

If they denied it, people would consider Murong Fu fickle and untrustworthy in future revolts.

Yet if they didn’t deny it—the surrounding Jianghu people were neither blind nor deaf. If they reported it to authorities, the Murong Family of Suzhou would face annihilation!

Duanmu Huai sat on the chair, coldly watching Murong Fu’s face becoming stiff and contorted, filled with disdain. The Tribunal didn’t interfere in personal disputes, but as Duanmu Huai himself, he naturally despised traitors. Especially a lackey like Murong Fu, who he wished to eliminate quickly.

Duanmu Huai didn’t act immediately, considering his identity as a Judge. Besides, he wasn’t worried about Murong Fu escaping. Joke’s on you, can you really escape from the official Strength?

"You bastard!"

At this moment, a house servant behind Murong Fu jumped out, pointing at Duanmu Huai and cursing loudly.

"Our young master invited you kindly, yet you’re ungrateful. I’m Bao Butong, not afraid of you........"

However, before he could finish speaking, Duanmu Huai raised his right hand and opened his palm. In the next moment, Bao Butong seemed to be attracted by something, directly flying towards Duanmu Huai. Then Duanmu Huai grabbed Bao Butong’s head and squeezed it with force!

"Puff!"

In the next moment, Bao Butong’s head was crushed to pulp by Duanmu Huai. Seeing this scene, the surrounding people turned pale. They had long heard of the terror of the Undying Slaughter God from various stories, but witnessing it firsthand was beyond imagination. He could kill a person as easily as squashing a bug. Duanmu Huai then tossed the headless corpse at Murong Fu’s feet and wiped his hands with the tablecloth.

"What’s the matter? Murong Fu? If you want to make a move, come on. I want to see what kind of trick your ’returning the same way to others’ really is. Or are you planning to fake your death like your father? Come on, show me a big transformation."

".........."

Looking at Bao Butong’s headless corpse lying at his feet, Murong Fu’s face turned pale red, red and black, black and purple, purple and blue......

In the end, he clasped his fists together.

"It was rash of Murong Fu, I bid farewell!"

Revenge? Damn, now just thinking about how not to be executed along with my entire clan!

It wasn’t out of fear that the opposite side might make him a headless corpse too, Murong Fu just wanted to run away immediately!

"Wait."

However, just as Murong Fu turned to leave, Duanmu Huai’s voice rang out again.

"The one next to you is Wang Yuyan, right? Leave her, and you can scram."

"..........."

Hearing this, Murong Fu was speechless, while Wang Yuyan next to him turned pale, watching him anxiously. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Cousin......I......"

".........."

Staring at his cousin, Murong Fu gritted his teeth.

"Farewell!"

After saying this, Murong Fu, without looking back, turned to leave the restaurant with several house servants, leaving Wang Yuyan standing there dumbfounded, unbelievingly watching Murong Fu’s retreating figure.

Her beloved cousin just abandoned her like that?

Soon, she heard a clamor and shouting from outside.

"It’s Murong Fu!"

"Catch them!!"

"Order from the authorities: the Murong family’s attempt to rebel, capture them on the spot, if they resist, kill without mercy!"

Upon hearing this, the Jianghu people crowded to the restaurant’s window to look out, where hundreds of Soldiers and Cavalry were marching fiercely through the streets. Ahead of them, Murong Fu, losing the elegance he had in the restaurant, ran desperately in disarray.

After all, choosing between style and life isn’t a hard choice.

Well, this fool’s appearance now looks much more comforting.

Watching Murong Fu’s miserable back, Duanmu Huai nodded satisfyingly, then sat back down.

"Xiao Er, bring some more food and drink, my appetite is up."

"Ah, yes... sir, please wait..."

Xiao Er was also quite frightened, hurriedly nodded, turned, and left. Soon, a restaurant waiter quietly carried Bao Butong’s body away—who would dare keep a rebel’s body in the shop.

After the food and drink were served, Duanmu Huai pointed to Wang Yuyan.

"Come, pour wine."