"Do you have any last words?"
"Changfeng County, Lower Mountain Village, please I beg you, senior, deliver this silver to my son... His name is Zhao Xingzheng. My death is well-deserved, but he has nothing to do with it..."
Zhao Qing spoke resolutely without begging for mercy, fully understanding that as a man of Changping Dao, death was inevitable. Only when mentioning his son Zhao Xingzheng did a trace of reluctance and guilt show in his eyes as he trembled and untied a blood-stained money bag from his waist to hand over.
The money bag was not bulky, estimating it to contain less than ten taels.
"Alright."
With those words, Su Mu received the money bag and thrust forward with a spear, and with a flash of crimson, Zhao Qing's head shattered with a 'poof,' and his body collapsed loudly.
Su Mu then searched Zhao Qing's belongings, retrieving over a thousand taels in silver notes, several bottles of pills, and a Martial Arts Secret Manual from the corpse.
