Water Margin: Did we kill Zheng Tu today?

Chapter 89 terrified me!

Wang Qi lay there thinking for a while, then drowsiness gradually crept in, and he couldn't help but yawn.

"I wonder when my cousin will be back..." he muttered to himself, then grabbed an old towel from the back of the chair, covered his face to block out the sunlight, and began to doze off on the chair in the yard.

It was the perfect time of year, with the warm sunshine on your skin and the surroundings quiet and still, making it the ideal spot for a nap.

Before long, Wang Qi's body gradually relaxed, his breathing slowed down, and he was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, he felt the warmth disappear from his body.

Where did that warm sunlight go? Could it be that I've unknowingly fallen asleep and the sun has already set?

Wang Qi, still half asleep, reached out and groped around, pulling off the towel covering his face. He rubbed his sleepy eyes vigorously and looked ahead.

A towering figure, eight feet tall, stood silently before him, no more than half a foot away! It was this enormous shadow that covered him.

The person was backlit, so the expression on their face was not clearly visible.

Who else could it be but Zheng Tu?

Zheng Tu didn't subdue him directly because he was confident that he could subdue Wang Qi before Wang Qi could ask for help.

Seeing that he was awake, she didn't move, but just watched him quietly.

Wang Qi was still half-asleep and hadn't fully realized what was happening. He stared blankly at the person in front of him, blinked, and thought he was dreaming.

But as her mind gradually cleared, memories of that day flooded back, causing her pupils to constrict sharply, her whole body to tremble, and she to cry out in a trembling voice, "How could it be you?!"

Zheng Tu smiled and slowly said, "Wang Qilang... Huang Silang... these two names do sound somewhat similar? Do you know Huang Silang?"

When Wang Qi saw Zheng Tu, he still harbored a sliver of hope: perhaps his cousin hadn't gone to cause trouble for this fellow yet. After all, Huang Silang always liked to prepare thoroughly before taking action, like a mountain peak—if he didn't make a move, he wouldn't act; but once he did, he was sure to take a life.

But when he heard the name "Huang Silang" from Zheng Tu, he immediately panicked.

"How...how does he know my cousin's name? They...have already fought? This guy...this guy is still alive?!"

Wang Qilang looked at the person in front of him, his eyes flickering with surprise and doubt, and his hands involuntarily gripped the armrests of the rattan chair.

Seeing his expression, Zheng Tu was already seven or eight parts certain.

I really made the right choice coming here! This Wang Qilang and Huang Silang who attacked me that night are indeed closely related.

He looked at Wang Qi with great interest and asked, "Just because I tripped you, Huang Silang wants to kill me?"

Wang Qiqiang tried to remain calm, swallowed hard, and controlled his voice: "You...you must not do anything rash. You two must have fought before, right? You know my cousin's methods. He...he's stubborn and never gives up once he's made up his mind. But as long as you don't harm me, I'm willing to mediate for you and persuade him to stop making things difficult for you..."

"These conditions sound..." Zheng Tu paused, "...not bad."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qi's face lit up with joy, and he quickly said, "Exactly! It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Although my cousin is ruthless, he listens to my advice the most..."

"Unfortunately," Zheng Tu interrupted him calmly, "your cousin is already dead."

He stared into Wang Qi's eyes: "Tell me, what was his backup plan?"

"What?!"

Wang Qi trembled, his eyes widening in disbelief: "This is impossible! My cousin... how could he be dead? You're lying to me! You must be lying to me!!"

Zheng Tu spread his palms, his expression indifferent.

"I never lie. Huang Silang tried to assassinate me before, but I killed him instead. If you don't believe me, I can tell you where his body is, and you can go and retrieve it yourself. Of course, the prerequisite is that you tell me what his backup plan was."

Wang Qilang's face turned deathly pale.

His eyes were glazed over as he muttered to himself, "Impossible... From childhood to adulthood, there was never anything he couldn't do... How could he die..."

Although he said that, his heart sank to the bottom. His cousin had not returned for a long time, and this man was now standing right in front of him... What he said was very likely true!

The confidence that Huang Silang had instilled in them crumbled instantly.

If even his own cousin couldn't handle this person and was instead killed by him... who else could he rely on?!

Looking at the mountain-like man in front of him, Wang Qi felt the fear from that day surge back into his heart, a hundred times greater than before!

I knew it!

I knew he wouldn't let this go!

Fear surged like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming Wang Qilang's reason. His breathing quickened, his chest heaved violently, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

There was a soft, muffled thud, as if something inside the body had ruptured.

Zheng Tu was still waiting for him to explain, after all, Wang Qilang didn't look like a tough guy, and after a little intimidation, he was about to speak.

Who knew—

"Well!"

A very soft groan escaped from Wang Qi's throat.

Zheng Tu sensed something was wrong and looked up, only to see Wang Qi's expression suddenly freeze, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly agape, but he could no longer utter a sound.

His body stiffened for a moment on the wicker chair, then slumped down, his head tilted to one side, and he remained motionless.

Zheng Tu rushed forward, reached out to check his breath, and found that he was already dead! He then checked his wrist pulse, and there was no pulse at all! He pressed on his chest and abdomen, and found that his upper right abdomen was unusually soft and collapsed, like a puddle of mud.

"Were you scared out of your wits?"

Although he had heard that some people could rupture their heart and gallbladder from excessive fright, he never expected that this scoundrel would be so pathetic as to actually be scared to death!

Zheng Tu frowned, still skeptical, fearing the fellow was faking his death. After a more thorough examination, he finally confirmed that Wang Qilang had indeed been so frightened that his liver and gallbladder had ruptured, and he had died on the spot!

He straightened up, looked at Wang Qilang's unseeing face, felt extremely annoyed, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Just when it seemed the information was about to be obtained, it vanished again with Wang Qi's death.

But what exactly is the "backup plan" that Huang Silang left behind?

Zheng Tu then sneaked into Wang Qilang's bedroom and searched around.

The room was cluttered with crooked tables and chairs, and the floor was a mess; it was the dwelling of a slovenly man.

They searched high and low, turning boxes and cabinets upside down, and shook out clothes, but found nothing that had anything to do with Huang Silang.

Zheng Tu cursed inwardly, moved the low stool beside the bed, and reached out to lift the cotton quilt.

But this time, an unexpected discovery was made!

He felt a surge of excitement as his fingertips touched something hard, thinking to himself, "Wonderful!" He quickly pulled it out and took a closer look!

It was a booklet with yellowed pages, and the cover was decorated with erotic pictures of women embracing each other's waists and necks. It was very well preserved.

"A clever plan, using erotic pictures to cover up a secret?"

Zheng Tu sneered, having already seen through Wang Qilang's plan, and immediately unfolded the booklet.

To his surprise, the entire page was filled with obscene drawings, which made him frown.

"The drawing skills are not bad."

He spat at the end and threw the booklet on the ground: "Disgusting scoundrel! Hiding such low-class stuff, wasting the master's time!"