What to do if you receive the wrong package?

Chapter 42 Brothers meet

Although Jiang Si's lightness skill was excellent, he was carrying someone on his back and was quickly caught up by Xi Hui from behind.

Looking at Xi Ming behind Jiang Si, Xi Hui suddenly realized that his once tall and strong older brother had become so weak that he couldn't even stand up.

Of course, I did it myself; Xi Ming was stubborn and wouldn't listen to reason, no amount of persuasion worked.

Xi Ming didn't speak, his eyes just staring at him coldly, without the slightest fluctuation, perfectly concealing the complexity in his heart.

Leave the person behind, and I'll spare your life.

"Don't even think about it," Jiang Si replied bluntly.

Xi Ming patted Jiang Si on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Young friend Jiang, put me aside."

Jiang Si shook his head and said firmly, "Senior Xi, don't worry, I will take you with me."

"Hahaha," Xi Ming's hearty laughter came from behind. "Of course, I believe that young friend Jiang will keep his word. It's just that it's inconvenient for you two to be competing while you're carrying me. I'll wait for your good news from the side."

Jiang Si then understood Xi Ming's thoughts. He carefully placed Xi Ming on a low tree behind him before returning to Xi Hui with his long sword.

Xi Hui: "Looks like you're going to have to suffer the consequences instead of accepting the offer."

"I won't drink any wine, take this sword."

Jiang Si raised his longsword, pointing it directly at Xi Hui's throat. Xi Hui stepped back and threw a series of hidden weapons. Jiang Si could only change the direction of his longsword, not only knocking the hidden weapons away but also deflecting some of them back along their original path.

Xi Hui looked at the thrown weapon and instead of dodging it, his expression turned cold and a sinister smile appeared on his face. He quickly made hand gestures in front of his chest, and with a "whoosh," another "Xi Hui" appeared out of thin air.

Jiang Si frowned slightly. He didn't know how Xi Hui managed to "turn one into two," but fighting one or two was the same.

Jiang Si's swordplay was swift and fierce, his sword energy even more sharp, and silver sword shadows weaved through the air. The two Xi Huis quickly exchanged a glance, and one of them, disregarding the risk of exposing his vital points, forcibly closed in on Jiang Si, relentlessly entangled with him so that he had no time to attend to anything else.

Meanwhile, the other Xi Hui seized the opportunity and quickly ran towards Xi Ming's side.

Seeing the other Xi Hui about to approach Xi Ming, Jiang Si was filled with anxiety. His sword moved faster and faster, the sharp sword energy carrying intense killing intent leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on the "Xi Hui" before him. Jiang Si's gaze was grim, his eyes filled with rage. With a final, merciless strike, he plunged the sword directly into "Xi Hui's" heart. "Xi Hui," clutching his heart, slowly collapsed to the ground, then vanished in a puff of black smoke.

Just as the other Xi Hui was about to catch Xi Ming, three small knives came flying through the air. Xi Hui dodged to the side, and when he came to his senses, a familiar figure appeared in front of Xi Ming.

Xuan Yi raised his hand, shook the blood-soaked round cloth bag in his hand, and threw it directly at Xi Hui. "Hey, Senior Xi, you can't take this with you, so how about I give it to you?"

Xi Hui stood still, not reaching out to take it. The cloth bag was carelessly tossed on the ground, rolling twice before coming to a stop.

The blood-stained cloth covering the package was turned and unfurled, revealing a human head inside—the head of Manniang.

Xi Hui glanced expressionlessly at Man Niang's head, seemingly unconcerned. Jiang Si had just killed his clone with a single sword strike, greatly reducing his internal energy. Now, with the addition of Xuan Yi, whose martial arts were equally formidable, it seemed unlikely he would be able to bring Xi Ming back today.

Xi Hui took a few steps back without making a sound, put one hand behind his back, and looked past Xuan Yi to Xi Ming behind him.

"Brother, are you really not coming back with me?"

"Go back? Continue to suffer in this water dungeon, a fate worse than death?" Xi Ming looked down at his immobile limbs and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Xi Hui: "If my brother had agreed to work with me on this great cause from the beginning, how could things have turned out like this?"

"A grand undertaking? Xi Hui, open your dog eyes and see clearly what kind of bullshit grand undertaking you have." Xi Ming became more and more angry as he spoke, wishing he could beat the person in front of him to a pulp.

"Ha, brother, have you forgotten Father's wish? I..."

"Shut up!" Xi Ming interrupted Xi Hui's speech directly, his face cold as he glared fiercely at Xi Hui.

"What right do you have to mention Father? Father devoted himself to the Wind and Rain Sect, wanting to restore it to its former glory. Instead of using crooked methods and trampling on the flesh and bones of his fellow disciples to become a despicable demonic sect."

At this point, Xi Ming's tone suddenly turned somber.

“Xi Hui, your father renamed you ‘Hui’ back then, hoping that you would be as radiant and shining as your name suggested. But now you have fallen into the abyss and are associating with darkness. Do you live up to the name your father gave you?”

Xi Hui fell silent. He only wanted to fulfill his father's last wish and bring the Fengyumen back to the top of the martial arts world.

From birth until he was brought back to Fengyumen, Xi Hui lived with his mother in a tenement courtyard. Although they were poor, the people in the courtyard were very kind. At that time, he wasn't called Xi Hui yet; he was the sixth child born in the tenement courtyard, and his mother and the others usually called him Xiao Liu. He always asked his mother why he didn't have a father, but his mother would just pat his little head and say nothing more.

Although Xi Hui longed for a father, he was even more reluctant to see his mother heartbroken, so he rarely asked about his father anymore.

When he was six, the winter was exceptionally cold. His mother caught a cold while working outside, and her symptoms worsened day by day. All the little money they had was spent on medicine, but his mother's health continued to deteriorate. At that time, Xi Hui thought of his father again. Why hadn't his father appeared at a time like this? His longing for his father gradually turned into hatred.

Spring came late the following year, and his mother never woke up again after falling asleep. The people in the tenement pooled their money and gave his mother a simple burial.

How could a seven-year-old child live alone? That year, he had been a beggar, a thief, and even been captured by human traffickers. He watched as the little boy he had captured was taken away, and when he saw him again, he was a naked corpse, covered in bruises and bloodstains on his lower body. Xi Hui instantly felt a chill spread from his heart and gradually freeze his entire body. From that day on, he became extremely cautious. Fortunately, during another transfer, he escaped through a dog hole while the guard was asleep.

On that very day, Xi Hui encountered the former leader of the Wind and Rain Sect. After crawling out, Xi Hui ran forward desperately, nearly crashing into a speeding carriage and losing his life under its hooves. It was only thanks to the timely rescue by the former sect leader that he was spared.

When Sect Leader Xi looked at the unconscious, emaciated child in his arms, he softened and brought him back to the Wind and Rain Sect.

Xi Hui never imagined that when he woke up, his world would have changed so drastically. He had his own room, soft, comfortable clothes, a warm, cozy blanket on the bed, and delicious-smelling food on the table.

At Fengyumen, he had a new name, a new identity, and even more importantly, a new family. Looking at everything, Xi Hui felt it was a million times better than anything he had ever dreamed of.

From that moment on, Xi Hui secretly vowed that he would protect all of this.

But now.

Xi Hui lowered his eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment and accusation in Xi Ming's eyes; his expression was inscrutable. His initial choice to cooperate with his master was simply to use his master's power to revive the Wind and Rain Sect; the method of revival was unimportant to him.

Xuan Yi, somewhat bored, fiddled with the small throwing knife in his hand, then turned to Jiang Si beside him and suggested, "Why waste words with him? If you ask me, just kill him and be done with it."

Jiang Si: "I will follow Senior Xi's arrangements."

Xuan Yi sighed silently, squatted down to the side, and couldn't help but complain, "They keep saying they're doing this for the Wind and Rain Sect, but the sect leader is crippled, the deputy sect leader is insane, and the disciples are neither human nor ghost. Where is the Wind and Rain Sect now?"

What was said without intention was taken to heart by the listener. Xuan Yi's words struck Xi Hui hard, hitting him in the ears and his heart.

Yes, where can you find wind and rain gates these days?

Were his previous actions really wrong?

At this moment, Xi Hui's heart was in turmoil. He was so anxious that his internal energy became chaotic and ran rampant. In addition, his "clone" had just been destroyed, and he felt dizzy and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Xi Hui raised his hand and wiped it briefly. He was no match for Jiang Si and Xuan Yi now. Moreover, he was wavering and it was no longer appropriate for him to stay. He quickly flicked another hidden weapon from his sleeve, but this time it wasn't aimed at anyone; it was only meant to slow down Jiang Si and Xuan Yi's pursuit.

Xi Hui picked up Man Niang's head from the ground, glanced at Xi Ming one last time, and then quickly fled from the three people's sight.

Since Xi Hui left, the three of them had a smooth journey down the mountain, and the further they went into the mountains, the fewer black-clad men patrolling there were. Without having to hide, the three of them successfully left the mountain in just two hours.

The bustling scene at the foot of the mountain contrasted sharply with the silence on the mountaintop. Looking at the ordinary people coming and going around him, Xi Ming seemed to perk up considerably.

The two had been walking along the street for a short while when they saw a familiar figure waving excitedly at them.

"Young Master Jiang, Young Master Xuan, we've finally waited for you."

Mai Dong greeted him excitedly, and upon seeing the old man behind Jiang Si, she quickly pointed to the carriage not far away.

"Young Master Jiang, you must be tired from your journey. Here is our carriage. Please get in and have a good rest."

Seeing familiar faces, the group felt much more at ease and stopped refusing, all getting into the carriage.

Mai Dong sat on the rut, talking nonstop: "We've finally been waiting for you to come out. Ever since Mu Mu and A Yan came back, we've had people guarding this place every day, and today I finally got to see you. Where are Young Master Bai and Young Hero Li? Should we wait for them?"

"No need, let's go back first. They won't be coming down the mountain until later." Jiang Si hadn't expected everyone to be so worried about them. Listening to Mai Dong's rambling words, he felt a warmth in his heart.

Mai Dong nodded and immediately whipped the carriage, urging it towards the inn. Just as it came to a stop at the inn's entrance, before Xuan Yi could even get up, the carriage curtain was suddenly flung open, revealing a series of anxious faces.

Finally, Chen Kangnian, who was standing at the entrance of the inn, called out helplessly, "Don't rush, let people get off the car first. How are they supposed to get off if you're blocking the door?"