Why do I have so many masters?
Chapter 840 - 82: Wanting to Meet (6004)

The faint scent of sandalwood permeated the air, gradually mixing with the original atmosphere of the room, making one feel at ease and relaxed. Original obsessions would unknowingly be slowly let go, leading to a worry-free slumber.

Soon, even the faint fragrance was no longer present.

A young man lay on his side on the bed, facing the wall, covered with a thin blanket. His breathing became increasingly long, seemingly in a deep sleep.

Outside the window, a man was hanging in mid-air, clad in dark-patterned nightwalker clothes, with long arms and legs like a monkey. Unwilling to reveal his qi mechanism, he refrained from using qinggong, even though the inn was only five or six layers high. Instead, he grasped the wooden part extending from above the window sill to steady himself without making any sound.

In the moonlight, the man's face was covered with a black mask densely patterned with red lines, giving it a somewhat sinister look.

He didn't enter immediately but pulled out a rope from his sleeve with his right hand. With a flick of his wrist and inner strength infused, the rope abruptly stretched taut and then slithered against the window sill, entering the room like a venomous snake.

Once inside, the rope glided close to the floor. Being pitch black, it scarcely attracted attention in the night, and its movements were quiet and nimble, combined with agility.

Above the Great Qin State City, iron soldiers of the Vermilion Clothes have inner armor, smoke pellets, hand crossbows, and long knives. The remaining item is the rope, which can both bind criminals and assist in climbing. It is a tool for the county-level public officials, yet rare among iron soldiers to wield such dexterity. It seemed as though they were truly holding a spirit snake knowing human intent.

Silently, it enwrapped Xu Sixing's legs and feet.

At that moment, the man outside paused slightly in his actions, then glanced at the youth sleeping on the bed. He deliberately made a cracking sound with his hand, but the youth seemed genuinely deeply asleep, merely mumbling once before falling silent again.

Only then did the man relax slightly; the rope infused with sufficient inner strength and qi mechanism lifted Xu Sixing entirely, suspending him in the air, slowly dragging towards the window sill. The short distance required immense effort, leaving his back damp with sweat.

When he finally pulled close, he exerted force, and with a flick of his wrist, the rope carried Xu Sixing directly out. He grabbed him with one hand, releasing his support entirely, relying solely on his tiptoes on the protruding parts of the wall to maintain balance.

The movements of his hands continued; once the rope laid Xu Sixing flat on the ground, another flick and another shadow directly flew in through the window, ultimately supported by the rope to silently land on the chair in the same position Xu Sixing previously occupied.

Not until this point did the martial artist relax his body, letting himself fall onto the ground, immediately gathering energy to land without a sound, lifting Xu Sixing into his arms. With quick steps, he veered off the district market street into the enveloping darkness of the night, stopping by a wide-cart-canopied carriage that was almost unnoticed unless looked for closely.

The two black horses pulling the cart and the driver dressed in all black, wore black gloves, and only a pale mask with hollow eyes curved in a smile, creating an unsettling feeling. The driver, seeing his companion approaching, urged the horses; their hooves wrapped in thick cloth made no noise at all.

Behind the carriage, a heavy black cloth hung down, and as the masked man seized Xu Sixing, they entered together. At the same time, his right hand flicked, inner qi turning to flame, burning the rope mixed with steel wire, snakeskin, and tiger tendons.

The carriage moved forward silently, picking up speed after passing three streets, with the hooves hitting the bluestone pavement. Even wrapped in thick cotton, they made a dull, rhythmic sound like distant knocking, gradually fading away.

In the guest room, Wang Anfeng, who was supposed to be in a drugged deep sleep, opened his eyes, his black pupils clear and unaffected. He then turned over and sat up, with inner armor, vigorous attire, and wrist guards intact beneath the thin blanket, holding a short sword in his hand.

In the night, without lighting a lamp, he got out of bed and approached the shadow on the chair.

Five redwood chairs, each still occupied by a person.

Wang Anfeng's eyes shone slightly in the dark, unaffected by his surroundings, vividly capturing the image of the man on the chair in his pupils.

He was a tall man.

Entirely cloaked in black, with muscles subtly distorted. By visage alone, he bore eighty-percent resemblance to Xu Sixing, who had been struck by heavenly thunder. Without close inspection, one couldn't discern the differences.

Moreover, Xu Sixing was originally a fourth-rank martial artist. Though his martial arts were wasted, his physical condition remained. After recovering, the once-scalded face showed some restoration, creating a slightly different appearance from before—quite normal. If Wang Anfeng hadn't 'seen' it with his own eyes, he would almost believe it was merely Xu Sixing's qi mechanism altering his appearance.

Based on Wang Anfeng's earlier judgment, if someone indeed contacted Xu Sixing, guiding him to Liangzhou City during the Mid-Autumn banquet, then upon discovering Xu Sixing was still alive and being treated by 'a familiar doctor' commissioned by the Ministry of Punishment, they would surely send someone to investigate thoroughly and then take action.