Immortal in The Apocalypse
Chapter 173: Kidnapped

Chapter 173: Kidnapped

As soon as Zeng Zihao finished speaking, countless fire threads wrapped Zhu Lin’s body into a cocoon. Seeing that she couldn’t move, he quickly carried her on his shoulders and left the resort area. Zhu Lin, who was wrapped in fire threads, was talking calmly to Bing Jian.

[Master, why did you stop me from killing this mortal?] Bing Jian asked angrily.

Hearing the indignation in his voice, Zhu Lin said calmly: [The last time I saw this man, he was beaten by Xiu Wu and ran away. But today, he still dared to come here to cause trouble. Unless he was an idiot or had a strong backer, he would not dare to provoke Xiu Wu again. Since he is clearly not an idiot, it means that he has a strong backer.]

After hearing what she said, Bing Jian said, [Ah~ So you want to know who is the backer behind this man.]

[Mhm. To solve a problem, you must get rid of the root cause.] Zhu Lin said calmly.

Hearing her words, Bing Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said, [Master, I thought you became stupid after coming to this small world. Fortunately, you still have brains.]

Hearing what he said, Zhu Lin didn’t know what to say. "....."

While the two of them were chatting, Zeng Zihao had already arrived at his temporary hiding place. He put Zhu Lin on the ground and said, "Just stay here obediently and I will be gentle to you later. Otherwise, I will make you suffer."

Leaving these words behind, he left the small room and locked the door. After the footsteps disappeared, Zhu Lin said calmly: [Bing Jian, cut the threads.]

[Yes, Master.]

The next second, Bing Jian came out of the sword. As soon as the soles of his feet touched the dusty ground, he covered his nose in disgust and said, "Do mortals in this world really live like this? This place is not even suitable for rats to live in."

After saying that, he saw a cocoon made of fire threads and moved his fingers lightly. The sword energy from his fingers easily cut off the fire threads, and then Bing Jian squatted beside Zhu Lin and helped her tear off the fire threads.

When Zhu Lin finally broke free from the cocoon, Bing Jian carefully inspected her body and said, "Fortunately, those fire threads didn’t hurt you. Otherwise, I would have cut that mortal into a thousand pieces."

Being used to Bing Jian’s violent way of speaking, Zhu Lin just hummed an answer and stood up from the ground. She looked around the small room and found no useful clues. After checking for a few minutes, she walked over to the small window.

Seeing that the window is blocked from the outside, Zhu Lin said, "It seems that this person is quite cautious."

Seeing that his master could still praise the kidnapper calmly, Bing Jian rolled his eyes and asked, "Master, should we go out and see where we are now?"

Zhu Lin turned to look at her sword spirit and said, "Even if I go out and take a look, I don’t know where we are."

Hearing what she said, Bing Jian was speechless. "....."

After a moment of silence, he asked again: "Then how will you go back later?"

Zhu Lin looked around the dark room, then sat down on the dirty bed and said calmly: "Don’t we still have Tu Tu? After finding out who this person’s backers are, we can contact Tu Tu and let Tu Tu pick us up."

As soon as Bing Jian heard her words, he immediately shook his head and said, "No! If that dead rabbit knew that I needed its help, it would definitely laugh at me for a long time. I can’t lose this face!"

After hearing what he said, Zhu Lin sighed and said, "I don’t know why you two can’t get along at all."

Bing Jian snorted and said, "Master, you should ask that dead rabbit what it has done to me in the past."

Hearing what he said, Zhu Lin was a little curious. But before she could ask, the door was opened from the outside. Zeng Zihao was startled when he saw Zhu Lin sitting on the bed, talking calmly to a handsome man in an ancient costume.

After a brief surprise, Zeng Zihao came back to his senses. He was very angry because someone wanted to steal the woman he fancied and shouted: "Who are you?! How did you get in?!"

Bing Jian looked at his angry face, rolled his eyes and said in disgust: "Who I am is none of your business."

As soon as Bing Jian finished speaking, Zeng Zihao became even angrier. He gritted his teeth and said, "Courting death!"

After saying that, he controlled his abilities and shot three fireballs at the same time. Looking at the three fist-sized fireballs shot towards him, Bing Jian sneered and waved his hand lazily.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Before the dust settled, Zeng Zihao felt a cold energy piercing the air and rushing towards him. At this moment, he reacted instinctively and dodged aside reflexively.

Bang! Crash!

Seeing a big hole appear where he was standing just now, Zeng Zihao felt a chill run down his spine. Before he could react, Bing Jian’s palm had already struck his chest, sending him flying away and crashing against the wall.

Bang! Crash!

"Cough!"

Falling to the ground, Zeng Zihao felt like his body had been hit by a truck and his internal organs had been displaced. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, raised his head and saw Bing Jian wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

"Cough!"

Seeing the obvious disgust on Bing Jian’s handsome face, Zeng Zihao became so angry that he vomited blood again. Zeng Zihao gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground.

Seeing that he could still stand up, Zhu Lin asked calmly: "Who is your master?"

Zeng Zihao looked at her and asked in confusion: "What on earth are you talking about?"