Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1105 - 1103: Judgment of Feng Qingshui!

"Excuse me, how do I get to the East Gate Square?"

"Don't know the way? Are you going to watch the spectacle too?"

"What spectacle?"

"You haven't heard? They're going to execute someone at noon in the East Gate Square."

The person seemed especially surprised by this question, as if only a fool wouldn't know such news—it's earth-shattering!

The Xuan Clan hasn't publicly executed someone for a long time; it's the most humiliating and disgraceful way to die.

"Who's being executed?"

"Ha, you've asked the right person. Others might not know, but I'm crystal clear on this."

"Please enlighten me."

The person swallowed, looked around warily—all were hastily heading to the East Gate Square, and no one was paying attention to them.

Once certain there was no danger, he leaned over and whispered.

"They're going to execute Feng Qingshui."

"How do you know they're going to execute Feng..."

Before the words were finished, he was interrupted.

"Shh! Lower your voice, don't let others hear."

His round eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, his body immediately tightened, looking flustered and guilty like a thief.

"The entire city is banned from discussing; speaking irresponsibly could get your clan wiped out."

He paused, then continued.

"Previously, Mo Yunsheng announced Mo Chen's death, saying Feng Qingshui was moved to kill out of resentment. Later, it was announced he'd soon take over as Clan Leader and hold a ceremony. Isn't it obvious? He plans to use Feng Qingshui's head as a sacrifice, and probably has a motive to lure Lin Fan out."

The man spoke mysteriously and confidently.

"Do you know Lin Fan too?"

"Hehe, I don't have any other hobbies, just like to hear gossip. Let me tell you, Lin Fan is quite interesting. How about I tell you more?"

"No need. But the matter may be more than that."

The person froze, blinking, sizing up the well-covered individual in front of them, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"More than that? Do you have insider information?"

"I guess the person who killed Mo Chen was Mo Yunsheng, not Feng Qingshui. Feng Qingshui is just a scapegoat."

The man's expression drastically changed; he exclaimed and abruptly took several steps back.

Who is this person? So brazenly accusing Mo Yunsheng of killing Mo Chen—if others heard... they're courting death!

He retreated continuously, distancing himself from this person, fearing he would be implicated.

"Who, who are you? You, you... you actually..."

"Sorry, but I must dampen your spirits today. Feng Qingshui probably won't die today."

In an instant!

The figure vanished, leaving only a void.

The passerby's eyes almost popped out of their sockets—could this person be Lin Fan?!

The moment that possibility occurred to him, his scalp tingled, and his back chilled as if he were frozen in place.

His guess was correct.

The person talking to him was indeed Lin Fan.

Lin Fan now confirmed the soldier's words were true—that today's execution at East Gate Square is indeed for Feng Qingshui.

Moreover, through this person's gossip, a new thought process began.

It's possible.

Feng Qingshui is the only person who knows the truth about Mo Chen's death and is willing to share the information.

Therefore.

Feng Qingshui absolutely cannot die.

At least, not until everything is clarified and he has avenged Mo Ningxiang, he cannot die.

If Feng Qingshui dies, he might never find the truth.

Previously, killing Mo Yunsheng was effortless, yet he spared his life and, unexpectedly, Mo Chen was harmed.

Now killing Mo Yunsheng poses some difficulty.

It's not that he can't defeat him, but he needs an excuse.

Whether he is willing or not, he must admit Mo Yunsheng has become the soon-to-be Clan Leader of the Xuan Clan.

Killing a Clan Leader rashly would not be a matter between him and Mo Yunsheng, but between him and the Xuan Clan.

One person against the entire Xuan Clan.

It's unimaginable.

So he needs to tear off Mo Yunsheng's mask, needs a justifiable reason to kill Mo Yunsheng.

And this reason.

Lies in Feng Qingshui's mouth.

But this matter carries a certain risk.

Feng Qingshui harbors resentment towards him because of Feng Yexuan's death; it's uncertain whether he can get information from him.

Lin Fan's mind was a whirlwind of troubles, and the frown on his face deepened.

No matter the case.

He must rescue him first, or it's all for naught.

"Hurry up, slowpokes! We need to get there by noon. Told you to leave earlier, but you're dawdling. If you miss the spectacle, don't blame me."

Alongside him, the passersby walked hastily.

They seemed calm and eager to watch the spectacle, unaware of Lin Fan's heavy heart.

Hoo—

Hoo—

Lin Fan closed his eyes, adjusting his breath.

After a moment, he took the first step toward danger.

...

East Gate Square.

A sea of people, densely packed.

Once a desolate place, today it's extraordinarily lively.

In the center of the square, a table and chair were set up, yet no one was seated.

A burly man stood ahead, holding a massive steel knife, his fierce and evil face threatening.

"It's noon, why hasn't it started yet?"

"No idea, maybe it was delayed?"

"I'm starving, hurry it up so I can go have lunch."

"Do you know who they're going to execute?"

"No idea."

"Hehe, I know, but I can't say. When they arrive you'll know, it's sure to be a surprise."

"Cut it out, stop showing off."

Lin Fan mingled in the crowd, slowly squeezing toward the front.

He needed a perfect spot for action.

The onlookers were quite impatient, starting to shout loudly for action.

Lin Fan found it amusing.

You all probably won't be able to enjoy this spectacle. Save it for next time when Mo Yunsheng's time comes.

"Here they come, here they come!"

Someone shouted, and everyone simultaneously turned to look in the direction pointed.

Lin Fan looked over too.

Only to see Mo Yunsheng in black clothing, expressionless, striding ahead impatiently.

But his left arm swung emptily in the wind, somewhat spoiling the scene.

Yet it added a hint of cruelty and treachery to Mo Yunsheng.

Mo Yunsheng strode to the chair, sat down arrogantly, and casually waved his right hand.

"Bring the prisoner! Execute!"

Whoosh!

All eyes turned, curious about who the condemned was today?

When Feng Qingshui appeared ragged and exhausted before the crowd.

Everyone gasped.

The noisy scene suddenly fell silent, eyes fixed on Feng Qingshui, breath held.

Feng Qingshui's hands and feet were shackled with thick chains, moving caused a clash of metal sound.

Clothes were tattered, hair unkempt.

His body covered in bloodstains and wounds, beaten to a pulp, the white prison clothes dyed red and gradually darkened. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Two hulking men pressed him on each side, leading him to the center, forcing him to kneel.

Feng Qingshui's expression remained calm, showing no panic, no fear.

He lifted his head, coldly glanced at Mo Yunsheng.

Sneered.

A contemptuous sneer.

Even on the brink of death, he remained calm and composed.

Mo Yunsheng impatiently gestured to hurry up and not waste time.

Feng Qingshui retracted his gaze and looked ahead, suddenly stunned.

Lin Fan was there among the crowd, smiling at him.

He suddenly realized something and shouted loudly.

"Go!"