PNB Chapter 357: A Glimmer of Hope in Desperate Circumstances
Chapter 357: A Glimmer of Hope in Desperate Circumstances
Black Impermanence was spun around several times after being hit, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and several red and swollen handprints instantly appeared on his face.
His eyes widened in disbelief, his earlier smugness and arrogance completely gone.
"Boss, what...what did I do wrong?"
Black Impermanence stammered, his voice filled with fear and grievance.
"Who gave you the right to burn them alive on your own? I want them alive! Don't you know they have something of vital importance on them!"
The Flower Monk was so angry that he trembled all over and pointed at the Black Impermanence's nose, cursing loudly.
Black Impermanence suddenly realized what was happening, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy.
The Flower Monk was furious, his eyes blazing with fire. He began punching and kicking the kneeling Black Impermanence, shouting, "Fang Xiaoxiao and the others have something important on them! You good-for-nothing idiot, you've ruined my important plans!"
However, only the Flower Monk himself knew that what he truly cared about was not anything important, but rather Fang Xiaoxiao's alluring beauty.
The thought of Fang Xiaoxiao's beautiful face and graceful figure made his heart itch unbearably, as if it had been scratched by a cat's claws.
But as the leader of this gang of bandits, how could he possibly reveal such shameful thoughts?
The more the monk thought about it, the angrier he became, and the harder he hit.
His fists rained down on Black Impermanence, each punch carrying immense force.
"Bang!" Another kick sent Black Impermanence flying like a rag doll, rolling several times on the ground before finally coming to a stop, raising a cloud of dust.
"Boss, spare me! I really didn't know..."
Black Impermanence's voice was filled with fear and pain, with a thick sob, his body trembling incessantly as he desperately begged the Flower Monk for mercy.
At this moment, Black Impermanence was enduring immense physical pain, and his heart was filled with humiliation and anger.
He screamed in his heart, "I risked my life for you, and because of this one mistake, you treat me like this! What have I, Black Impermanence, ever done to wrong you?"
On the surface, however, he dared not resist in the slightest, and could only grit his teeth and silently endure the wrath of the Flower Monk.
He knew that resisting at this point would only result in harsher punishment, or even endanger his life.
However, deep within his mind, which was almost rendered unconscious by the beating, a seed of rebellion took root and sprouted amidst the endless pain and humiliation.
"You wicked monk, just you wait! The pain you inflicted on me today, I will repay you tenfold in the future!"
I, Black Impermanence, swear that I will make you taste what it's like to be trampled underfoot and wantonly humiliated!
A resolute and ruthless glint flashed in Hei Wuchang's eyes; it was the suppressed forbearance before an explosion.
The Flower Monk, like a mad beast, punched and kicked the Black Impermanence until he was panting heavily, then he stopped.
His chest heaved violently, and sweat streamed down his face, dripping onto the ground beneath his feet.
At this moment, his mind gradually cleared from the chaos of anger.
Recalling the scene of besieging Fang Xiaoxiao in that gloomy, dilapidated temple, the Flower Monk couldn't help but frown.
The dilapidated temple was originally surrounded by an iron barrel, without any flaws.
But Fang Xiaoxiao miraculously found a hidden escape route in the midst of this desperate situation, leading everyone to safety.
Thinking of this, a hint of doubt and worry flashed in the eyes of the Flower Monk. He thought to himself, "This Fang Xiaoxiao is so clever, this fire may not be able to burn her to death."
"Black Impermanence, once the fire has subsided, you must carefully check for any corpses," the Flower Monk commanded sternly, his face grim.
These words reached the ears of Black Impermanence, and the anger that he had just suppressed instantly reignited.
"Hmph, you beat me so badly that I'm covered in bruises, and now you're ordering me around like this. Do you really think I'm a slave you can just throw around at will!"
Black Impermanence cursed angrily in his heart.
But when he looked up and saw the fierce eyes and strong body of the Flower Monk, he knew that he was no match for him.
If one disobeys orders at this moment, one's life will likely be in immediate danger.
So Black Impermanence could only swallow his anger, put on a submissive appearance, lower his head, and grit his teeth as he replied, "Yes, boss."
Just then, the originally azure sky was suddenly covered by a huge black cloth.
A strong wind howled in, causing the surrounding trees to bend and sway, their branches rustling.
Immediately afterwards, dark clouds rolled in and thunder roared.
Large raindrops began to fall without warning, so densely packed that they resembled a barrage of arrows, splashing water everywhere they hit the ground.
The fire hissed and crackled under the onslaught of the torrential rain. The once rampant flames were instantly suppressed and gradually became extinguished.
After the torrential rain extinguished the raging fire with overwhelming force, the Flower Monk stood in the mud, gazing at the ruins still emitting wisps of smoke. The doubts in his heart now felt as heavy as a boulder.
His gloomy face was so black it seemed to drip ink, and beneath his tightly furrowed brows, his eyes burned with raging anger and deep resentment.
"Black Impermanence, immediately send men to thoroughly inspect that house that was burned beyond recognition by the fire. Don't miss a single corner!"
The Flower Monk roared angrily, his voice sounding particularly piercing in the howling wind and rain, as if it would shatter the heavens and earth.
Despite his reluctance and resentment towards the Flower Monk, Black Impermanence dared not disobey in the slightest under the Flower Monk's fierce gaze.
He gritted his teeth and, leading a group of equally disheveled men, trudged towards the ravaged house.
At this moment, the heavy rain pounded down like a dense drumbeat, stinging their faces and bodies.
The icy rain poured down on them, blurring their vision and making every step incredibly difficult.
Black Impermanence and his men groped their way through the ruins, their hands frequently burned by charred wood and scalding stones, but they paid no heed to the pain.
After a tense and careful examination, Black Impermanence's face turned extremely ugly. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and astonishment.
"This...how is this possible? There isn't a single corpse!"
Black Impermanence couldn't help but cry out in alarm, his voice filled with undisguised astonishment and panic. He stood there dumbfounded, staring at the ruins before him, his mind a complete mess.
"Could it be that they really have divine assistance, enabling them to vanish into thin air in such a desperate situation?"
Black Impermanence muttered to himself, a sense of fear rising involuntarily in his heart, a fear like a cold, venomous snake, slowly crawling up his spine.