Chapter 62: Master Feng is offline

Lin Xin looked at his smiling face and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart. She squatted down and groped Feng Xing's neck and chest.

Mo Ziyuan frowned at her strange behavior. Just as he was about to ask her what she was doing, he saw her hand suddenly pull outward, and a mask as thin as a cicada's wing was caught in her hand. Looking at Feng Xing on the ground, she still had a different face.

A substitute! They killed a substitute.

"Did your people leak the information?" Lin Xin frowned and looked at Mo Ziyuan.

"Why are you here?" Mo Ziyuan also frowned and looked at Lin Xin, and they both spoke at the same time.

At this moment, the outside of the courtyard wall was suddenly filled with fully armed people holding bows and arrows, and the shining arrow tips were all pointed at the people in the yard.

The people brought by Mo Ziyuan immediately changed their movements, standing back to back in pairs, guarding and defending each other.

All the people in the Grand Tutor's Mansion retreated and leaned against the courtyard wall to avoid being accidentally injured by their own people.

At the gate of the courtyard, another Feng Xing stood there with his hands behind his back, followed by a middle-aged man who looked 50% similar to him.

"Prince Dingguo, how does it feel to be a prisoner soon?" asked the middle-aged man next to Feng Xing. Lin Xin couldn't help but frown and turned her face away. This man was really too greasy and looked a little physically uncomfortable.

"Is this true?" Lin Xin and Mo Ziyuan leaned against each other and asked in a low voice.

"That should be it! I can't tell the difference either." Mo Ziyuan answered truthfully.

"Prince Dingguo, surrender! Otherwise, at my command, you will all turn into hedgehogs!" Feng Xing's son spoke again.

"Oh, so annoying. No matter if he is a good person or not, just kill him first!" The greasy voice came into her ears again, and Lin Xin was completely impatient.

Mo Ziyuan grabbed her arm and said, "There are archers everywhere, don't move!"

Lin Xin rolled her eyes and unleashed her water-based abilities once again. Sharp water blades appeared out of thin air, slashing across the archers' neck arteries. As their blood spurted out, they dissipated into the air.

As a series of "crackling" sounds were heard, the archers standing high on the wall could no longer hold the bows and arrows in their hands, and they fell to the ground one after another. Then, people fell down one after another like dominoes, holding their necks tightly, but they could not stop the rushing blood. Finally, they twitched violently a few times and died.

"The archers are gone, hurry up!" Lin Xin slapped Mo Ziyuan's shoulder vigorously, then quickly ran to the bottom of the courtyard wall and began to reap the lives of everyone in the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

"Do it!" Mo Ziyuan said in a deep voice, and flew to Feng Xing and his son.

"Prince Dingguo, don't move." Mo Ziyuan suddenly stopped less than two meters away from Feng Xing, holding the long sword across his chest, his eyes staring at Feng Xing's hand vigilantly.

His son hid behind him, waving his fist slightly and muttering: "Shoot him, shoot him..."

Feng Xing was holding a small crossbow, the tip of the arrow pointed directly at Mo Ziyuan. The fighting in the courtyard was nearing its end. Perhaps frightened by the strange death of the archer on the wall, the guards didn't put up much resistance and were quickly killed by Mo Ziyuan's men.

Lin Xin turned around and saw this scene. Her hands itched to move, and a thin line of water twirled and flowed between her fingers where no one could see. However, when she thought of the three bright lightning bolts that struck down without hesitation, she pursed her lips and let the water line dissipate into the air.

But if the confrontation continues like this, there will definitely be a steady stream of people coming from the Grand Tutor's side, and the situation will be extremely unfavorable for them, but the current situation is not easy to break.

Lin Xin was very familiar with crossbows. At the beginning of the apocalypse, she had accidentally hidden in a store that specialized in selling these things. She survived for a whole week relying on the stock in the store. If she hadn't run out of food, she would definitely have continued to survive.

Therefore, she was very aware of the lethality of crossbow arrows. Given the distance between Feng Xing and Mo Ziyuan, as long as Feng Xing shot the crossbow arrow, Mo Ziyuan would definitely not be able to dodge it.

So, what to do?
The people who came with Mo Ziyuan were even more anxious than Lin Xin, but they also did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing that his father had the situation under control with just the crossbow in his hand, Feng Xing's son's greasy genes began to stir again. He half emerged from behind his father, pointed at Mo Ziyuan and shouted, "Duke Dingguo, come here if you have the guts. I'm waiting right here for you. Let's see if you dare to attack me."

Lin Xin was speechless after hearing this. No wonder she thought the Grand Tutor's world consciousness wanted to strike her with lightning, but the Grand Tutor's son would only rain on her. So that was the difference.

After thinking for a moment, she lightly hooked an arrow with her toes, and while Feng Xing and his son were focusing on Mo Ziyuan, she threw it out suddenly. The arrow brushed past Feng Xing's arm and went straight into his son's shoulder. The arrow was so powerful that it not only penetrated his shoulder, but also caused his body to fall backwards to the ground, and even caused Feng Xing's body to turn half a circle. The direction of the crossbow arrow instantly moved away from Mo Ziyuan.

Mo Ziyuan reacted extremely quickly this time. He immediately threw the sword in his hand. The sword flew past Feng Xing's neck and nailed into the big tree behind him with a "thump" sound.

"Ah~ My arm, Dad, my arm~ It hurts so much, Dad..." The man lying on the ground howled like a ghost.

Feng Xing only felt a chill on his neck, followed by a burst of warmth, as if something was flowing down his neck, and a feeling of suffocation swept over all his senses.

The crossbow in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he could no longer lift it.

His son's screams were getting farther and farther away and harder to hear. He wanted to breathe in hard to get rid of the suffocating feeling, but it seemed as if he didn't even have the strength to breathe.

"No, I won't die. I will never die like this, never..." These were the last words that Grand Tutor Feng Xing left in this world. It was a pity that he was only surrounded by his son who was screaming in pain. No one paid attention to what he said in the last moments of his life.

"Could this be another substitute?" Lin Xin said with a long sigh.

Mo Ziyuan pursed his lips, walked over and felt Feng Xing's neck and chest several times, and found no signs of him wearing a mask. It really was him.

When he walked over, Lin Xin had already slipped to the corner while everyone was looking at him. She looked around and found that no one was paying attention to her, so she slipped into the space.

She didn't want to stay outside and be questioned by Mo Ziyuan!
As long as they all left, she could leave. Then she would rush back to Liulin Village overnight and use the magic flower to erase Meng Yichen's memory, and everything would be fine.

Anyway, she was wearing a mask all the time. As long as she didn't admit it, no one could say that the person he saw today was her. After all, the distance from Liulin Village to the capital was there!
Hehehe, I’m so smart!
Sitting in the space and looking at the valuables copied from Feng Xing's secret room, Lin Xin felt better than ever.

(End of this chapter)

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