The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 134: 132, Please Don't Kill Me_1

Chapter 134: Chapter 132, Please Don’t Kill Me_1

The door was pushed open.

A figure moved swiftly—making a splash as they instantly rose from the bathtub, grasping a dagger at their side and thrusting it forward.

Bawudong’s hands intersected, swiftly seizing the dagger, before wrenching it away with a single, forceful motion.

He stepped forward, pressing the dagger against the perpetrator’s pale neck.

The chill of the blade caused the woman standing in the bath to tense, her face turning serious as she dared not make any sudden moves.

She never imagined someone would barge directly into her bathroom.

Inside her mind, she began guessing the identities and motives of these intruders.

But when she saw a young man in association leather armor, with black hair and black eyes walking in,

She already knew who they were.

Her heart turned to ice.

She might not survive today.

…

Wu Heng unabashedly examined the woman body.

Her smooth skin was beaded with water droplets. Voluptuous and delicate, she was truly a rare beauty.

“The lady of the house is home, I see?” Wu Heng asked directly.

“Sir, I’m afraid there must be some kind of misunderstanding here. If we have offended you in any way, I’ll apologize first. We will also compensate you to your satisfaction,” the woman said gently.

Wu Heng chuckled, “You don’t recognize me? Then how did you find my house last night? Those several men admitted that they were from your Pinned Gang.”

The woman’s face turned even paler, “This must be…”

Seeing her try to argue, Wu Heng didn’t bother to waste any more words.

He made a glance at Bawudong.

The dagger against the woman’s neck began to press, its sharp blade piercing her skin.

The woman felt a sharp sting and chilliness on her neck, her face turned pale with horror, she quickly said, “It was ‘Fisher’….”

Wu Heng raised his hand to stop Bawudong from applying more pressure.

Trails of blood trickled down from her neck, staining her chest red.

The woman’s face was full of horror, yet she didn’t cry out or scream. She hurriedly said, “The one who wanted to kill you was ‘Fisher’. He gave 500 silver to Rocky as down payment. After your death, he would pay the rest. I am a member of the association too, a Secret Speaker, and we are on the same side. I wouldn’t harm you…”

As she spoke, her face grew paler.

Wu Heng had planned to kill Wenshi initially.

But it seemed the woman wasn’t as obstinate as he had thought since she confessed everything.

Moreover, she was smart enough to know right off the bat what he cared about the most.

His conflict with the 8th Squad Leader ‘Fisher’ was known by only a few people within the association, so the chance of it reaching a gang was quite slim.

Considering the connection to the assassination attempt last night, everything she said was probably true.

Unexpectedly, the mastermind behind this was ‘Fisher’, yet it also made sense.

Initially, his prime suspects had been the associates of some wanted criminals he had captured before.

As for ‘Fisher’, he had suspected him, too, but didn’t think their issues would escalate to a life and death struggle.

It appeared Fisher harbored great animosity towards him.

The woman looked at him cautiously and continued, “I had nothing to do with this incident. I have no reason to harm you.”

Wu Heng retorted directly: “Compared to your words, I trust the dead more.”

The woman turned deathly pale. She quickly replied, “I tried to dissuade Rocky from getting involved in the association affairs, but he didn’t listen to me. I have nothing to do with this incident. Sir, you’re an emissary working in the field, I’m a ‘Secret Speaker’ and maintain a high prestige within the ‘Pinned Gang’. I can help you gather much useful information. As you’ve just come to Lundham City, you need some people to help you out, I can do that. Sir, I can be of use to you, please don’t kill me….”

Speaking rapidly yet clearly, the woman was making her case.

Wu Heng examined her up and down, and to be honest, he was somewhat tempted.

This woman was clever; every word she said hit home.

Rocky had to die; there’s no doubt about that.

However, once Rocky was dealt with, this Pinned Gang could potentially help him gather information and handle matters he couldn’t personally deal with. That certainly wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Supporting a gang under his control became a necessity.

“Do you want to live?”

“Yes!”

With a wave of his hand, Wu Heng took a scroll out from his Space Ring.

[Slave Contract Scroll]

(Description: A magical scroll drawn with a slave contract. Once the contract is in effect, the contracted cannot harbor any negative thoughts towards their master.)

“What you said indeed interests me, but you are not trustworthy. I need you to sign a slave contract with me. This is your only chance of survival.”

The slave contract was something he had obtained during his confrontation with the Beastman at the abandoned mansion. There were three in total.

In the past, they seemed rather useless.

After all, one’s skeleton is the most loyal of all.

Now, it seems to be of great use, not even inferior to magic tools or exclusive items.

The woman held her neck wound, blood still seeping through her fingers. Through gritted teeth, she said, “I’m willing, I’m willing to obey you.”

Wu Heng opened the scroll and dabbed a drop of her blood on it, “Don’t resist, otherwise I’ll kill you right now.”

The scroll absorbed the blood, drawing a thread of Wu Heng’s spiritual power, drilling into the woman’s forehead, and branding her soul.

A motif appeared on the woman’s forehead, only to disappear quickly.

The contract was completed.

The woman was weaker, swaying as she stood.

Wu Heng put the scroll away and said, “Stop the bleeding!”

The woman stepped out of the bath and picked up a bottle of medicinal powder from the side, applying it on her wound.

The medicinal powder covered the wound, slowly stopping the bleeding.

She drank a second potion, and her complexion slightly improved.

The bathtub still radiated heat.

Petals floated on the water’s surface, spreading a faint scent.

The woman stood cautiously on the side, newfound reverence in her eyes. She spoke softly, “Mister…I mean, Master, may I put on my clothes first?”

Her voice was weak.

“Put them on,” Wu Heng replied.

Bawudong put away his dagger and returned as well.

The woman turned, bent over in the bathtub to wash off the blood, put on a robe, and stepped out.

Wu Heng sat on the edge of the bed while the woman knelt on the ground beside him, her expression humble.

“Where is Rocky?” Wu Heng asked again.

“Rocky fled, he sneaked out the city as soon as the gate opened this morning. If something goes wrong, he will leave immediately,” she replied.

“He didn’t take you with him?”

“No, he was uncertain whether you had discovered us. The other gang members don’t know what has happened. I stayed here to keep them under control. If nothing dangerous happens, he will return and continue to lead the Pinned Gang.”

“He’s ruthless, abandoning such a beautiful woman so easily.”

The woman cautiously looked up at him and whispered, “Rocky was injured some years ago, and we haven’t lived together for a long time. At most, he would occasionally touch me.”

This was similar to what Wu Heng had heard at the tavern.

Rocky was injured, and it was a wound that even the potions in this world couldn’t heal.

Yet judging by the woman’s tone, it seemed she intentionally emphasized this point.

“I’m going to kill him. What are your thoughts on that?” Wu Heng asked, his gaze fixed on her.

“I will follow your instructions, Master. We don’t have much sentiment towards each other and we can abandon each other.”

“Good, I want to kill him as soon as possible. Do you have any ideas?”

“I’m not sure where he is hiding, but he will return at most in three days, once he’s sure it’s safe here. I’ll let you know when he returns.”

Wu Heng was satisfied with her answer.

Throughout, she gave an impression of being obedient and docile.

“What’s your name?”

“Wen Mansha.”

“Sit by the side, you don’t need to kneel on the ground,” Wu Heng continued.

Wen Mansha carefully stood up and neatly sat by his side.

Then, after some thought, she sat back on her knees next to Wu Heng, gently rubbing his leg.

The loose collar of her robe exposed a wide expanse of ivory skin; below the hem, round thighs.

Wu Heng hadn’t had his mind on anything other than murder and questioning before.

Now that he’d cooled down and gotten the information he wanted, he couldn’t help but see the beauty of this Pinned Gang leader’s wife. As rumored in the tavern, she was stunningly beautiful.

Her skin was fair and smooth, and she was mature and enticing.

When Wen Mansha noted Wu Heng’s gaze, she seemed quite confident in her body.

She leaned forward slightly, laying her chest on his leg.

Wu Heng slid his hand into her robe, kneaded her a little, then pulled her into his embrace. He continued, “Tell me about Fisher, why did he come seeking you all?”

“Master, there are still people here!” Wen Mansha commented playfully. She arched her back and continued, “I wasn’t present when it happened, but when Rocky returned, he mentioned it to me. However, I don’t know the specifics.”

Wu Heng asked, “What are your plans going forward? If your assassination attempt fails, are you just going to let it be?”

“Rocky only has a few tricks up his sleeve. When last night’s assassins didn’t return, he was frightened into fleeing the city. He hasn’t made any other plans. If you don’t pursue this, he might not dare to take on this job again. It all depends on whether Fisher intends to act.”