Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 432 Xie Qingwu's Identity

"Xiangsheng City is their territory. How can we hide from them? Who knows how many people around him are his spies? We might as well take a gamble."

Lu Wensheng's voice was very calm, as if he was stating a very simple fact, but the determination hidden beneath the calmness made Chen Bangyan's heart sink suddenly.

Chen Bangyan felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He was not a stupid person. The "they" in Lu Wensheng's words was unclear, but it revealed a chill that made people feel uneasy.

He felt as if he had accidentally stepped into the edge of a bottomless vortex, and the ground beneath his feet was cracking inch by inch.

He looked at Lu Wensheng's face, which was still calm and almost cold in the dim light. He felt a great sense of uneasiness and his voice trembled: "So... Brother Lu, what are your plans?"

Having said that, a sense of tragedy and heroism welled up in his heart: "A gentleman will die for his confidant." Brother Lu treated him sincerely, and in this dangerous moment, he must not retreat!

"As he wishes." Lu Wensheng uttered these four words, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if they had penetrated through the palace walls and pierced straight into the emperor on the throne.

"What then?" Chen Bangyan's heart was in his throat. What kind of plan was this? Surrender?

"Counter my moves." Lu Wensheng's answer was still brief, with an almost indifferent calmness, as if that dangerous place was just an ordinary place.

This is even more despairing than surrendering without any effort!

Chen Bangyan almost blurted out a question, what's the difference between this and walking into a trap and committing suicide?

However, before he could say anything, Lu Wensheng suddenly turned his head and cast his eyes precisely at the carved wooden window covered with Korean paper in the ear room, and said with a hint of coldness in his tone: "You've been listening for a while, and you're not going to come out?"

Is there someone outside the window?!

Chen Bangyan felt as if his scalp exploded instantly, and a cold fear froze his limbs instantly.

Didn't his words of denial just now get heard? He subconsciously clenched his fists, digging his nails deep into his palms, resisting the urge to collapse, and followed Lu Wensheng's gaze in horror. His heart sank to the bottom of the valley, as if he had foreseen the tragic scene of his head falling off.

There was a slight "creak" sound, and the wooden window was pushed open rudely from the outside.

The dusk outside the window deepened, and the wind from the courtyard blew in with the moist scent of grass and trees, blowing away the thick dust on the piles of old books.

Against the faint light of the sky, a tall and slender figure emerged.

The man had an indifferent look in his eyes, his silver-gray pupils scanning the room calmly, and there was no expression on his handsome, almost enchanting face. He was wearing the same robe as Lu Wensheng - it was Xie Qingwu.

"It's so scary, Qiyu, why are you so silent?"

When Chen Bangyan saw who was coming, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed and he complained almost instinctively, as if he had grasped the last straw. It was his familiar friend Xie Qingwu!

However, Xie Qingwu ignored Chen Bangyan's shock.

He simply fixed his eyes on Lu Wensheng with interest, even with a bit of scrutiny, and raised a very faint, almost invisible arc at the corner of his lips. His voice was gentle but with a barely perceptible inquiry: "You knew I was here but you didn't stop me. Aren't you afraid that I would tell the emperor? We are..."

He paused deliberately, his silver-grey eyes scanning Lu Wensheng's face, as if trying to capture every subtle change in him, "In the same group."

The three words "in the same group" were like ice-hardened needles, piercing Chen Bangyan's heartstrings which had just relaxed.

The blood color on his face drained away instantly, his eyes widened with extreme shock and fear, his lips trembled, and he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure by the window in disbelief.

He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. He could only make "ho ho" sounds. All the words were stuck in his chest, and he almost suffocated.

Facing this almost showdown threat, Lu Wensheng's expression remained calm, even with a calmness that was almost provocative.

He raised his chin slightly, looking calmly into Xie Qingwu's bottomless silver-gray eyes, and spoke in a calm tone as if he was talking about the weather: "Then go ahead and tell me."

The implication is, if you really want to tell on someone, why bother showing up? Behind this calmness is the certainty of knowing the other party's intentions.

Chen Bangyan looked at Lu Wensheng, who seemed confident and at ease, and then at Xie Qingwu's unfathomable face by the window, whose expression could not be determined. He felt that this small room had become the center of the storm, and he was caught in the middle and could be torn to pieces at any time.

He opened his mouth again, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed back all the doubt and fear in his heart.

At this moment, he felt like an ant who had strayed into a battlefield where giant beasts were fighting. Any words would be unnecessary and dangerous.

Xie Qingwu was choked by Lu Wensheng's almost "bad" answer.

He couldn't help but look Lu Wensheng up and down again, as if he was meeting this person for the first time.

That gaze was so sharp that it seemed to penetrate the skin and reach the depths of the soul.

However, after a few breaths, he seemed to have finally confirmed something. His handsome face, which always seemed distant and indifferent, actually revealed a rare sense of helplessness, and even a hint of... frustration?

He shook his head slightly, a few strands of hair fell in front of his forehead, and whispered, "How boring."

There was a hint of childish complaint in his tone, as if the puzzle he had carefully prepared was seen through by the other party at a glance, and the fun of the game was gone - Lu Wensheng was indeed the only person he could not truly "understand".

"Do we know each other? Or have we met? You seem to be very interested in me."

Instead of being affected by his emotions, Lu Wensheng took the initiative and asked questions that went straight to the point.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed tightly on Xie Qingwu, not missing any slightest reaction from the other party.

"I have met you before." Xie Qingwu answered quickly, almost blurting it out, with a deliberately casual tone, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

However, the slightly tense jawline and the flash of anticipation and nervousness in the depths of his silver-gray eyes, which he himself was not aware of, revealed more.

"It's you?" Lu Wensheng raised his eyebrows slightly. The vague guess in his mind suddenly became clear and took shape at this moment.

He looked at Xie Qingwu's handsome face, which seemed particularly "harmless" at the moment, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a smile that was both understanding and a bit playful. That smile seemed to clear the clouds and reveal the sun, instantly illuminating his calm face.

"That phantom demon from Misty Mountain? He's a great actor."

The moment Xie Qingwu heard the words "Misty Mountain" and "Phantom Demon", he straightened up slightly, almost uncontrollably.

If he revealed his true form as a demon at this moment, his fluffy tail would probably have been swinging uncontrollably. He didn't expect that Lu Wensheng actually still remembered him! That brief confrontation was actually remembered by the other party!

Cough cough cough, but he doesn't want it. Lu Wensheng is good at tricks. Does he think that if he gets close to him like this, he will give him key information?