Chapter 033: Like Chewing Wax

Du Sha's face stiffened, and he spat out two words: "I dare not."

Wang Bo continued, "In fact, I'm quite easy to get along with. Drink this cup of tea, and you'll work for me. After all, I went to the trouble of pouring it for you, don't you think?"

"Of course." At that moment, Du Sha wished he were dead.

Wang Bo paid no attention to the other's expression and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, after drinking this tea, go back and find Feng Siniang for me. The sooner, the better."

"Fine." Du Sha was still sparing with words.

With that, he found he could control his body again. He picked up the teacup from the table, drained it in one gulp, set the cup down, and rose to leave.

"Farewell!" He didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place a moment longer. The man before him was too eerie—so eerie that he never wanted to see him again.

After Du Sha left, Wang Bo smiled, got up, and went upstairs.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, Wang Bo rose early, took out the Gourmet's Tablecloth in his room, ordered some decent food, and enjoyed a hearty meal.

After eating, a moment later, Wang Bo suddenly looked up at the door.

"Come in." As soon as he spoke, the inn door was pushed open, and the manager of the Green Robe Tower entered, saying respectfully, "Feng Siniang has been found."

Wang Bo raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "That was fast."

The manager said, "As luck would have it, shortly after we sent out our men, we discovered that Feng Siniang was heading this way. She's currently staying in the neighboring town and is expected to arrive here by noon. From her movements, it seems she intends to enter the pass."

"Feng Siniang wants to enter the pass? Why?" Wang Bo was curious. Why would Feng Siniang, who was perfectly fine outside the pass, want to come inside? Had she offended someone out there?

No, that couldn't be. Wang Bo quickly dismissed the thought. Feng Siniang had been turned into a zombie by the Zombie King; her strength was now far beyond what it used to be. How many people outside the pass could be a match for her?

The manager shook his head. "We don't know why she wants to enter the pass, but she does intend to."

A possibility occurred to Wang Bo. He asked, "Do you know Xiao Shiyilang?"

"Of course."

"Has Xiao Shiyilang run into trouble inside the pass?" Wang Bo thought that if Feng Siniang was entering the pass, it might not be for herself, but for Xiao Shiyilang.

Perhaps in this world of martial arts legends, Feng Siniang still loved Xiao Shiyilang.

The manager shook his head. "I haven't heard any news to that effect."

Wang Bo said, "Oh." Given the Green Robe Tower's intelligence network, if Xiao Shiyilang were really in trouble, they would know. "I understand. You may go back now."

Since Feng Siniang was about to enter the pass, she would inevitably pass through this town. He could intercept her then.

The manager nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait." Wang Bo stopped him. "Keep a close watch on Feng Siniang. If she does anything unexpected, inform me immediately."

"Yes, sir."

The manager agreed readily and withdrew.

…

Time passed, and soon it was noon. Wang Bo sat on a chair in the inn, his gaze fixed on the official road outside the town. Before long, a woman on a fine horse galloped briskly toward the town.

Wang Bo studied her carefully and confirmed she was the Feng Siniang he was looking for.

She was even more beautiful than the phantom he had seen before. Her age seemed not young, yet not too old either. Her eyes were bright, with a slight upward tilt at the corners, adding to their allure.

Her chest was still firm, her waist still slender, her belly still flat, and her long legs still strong. Not a trace of wrinkles marred her skin.

She was a woman who could stir any man's heart.

Even Wang Bo, seeing Feng Siniang in the flesh, felt a flutter of attraction.

But soon, he suppressed it. After all, he was a man accustomed to peerless beauties; every woman around him was a stunningly gorgeous one.

Whether it was Xiao Bai, Xiao Qing, Hela, or Rias, all were more beautiful than Feng Siniang.

A mere Feng Siniang could hardly make Wang Bo infatuated.

Feng Siniang rode her horse, dusty from the journey, into the town and stopped before an inn. As luck would have it, it was the same inn where Wang Bo was staying.

But in truth, it was no coincidence—the town had only this one inn.

Feng Siniang dismounted, tied her horse at the entrance, and strode in hurriedly. "Innkeeper, bring me your best dishes and a jug of good wine."

With that, she pulled out a silver ingot and flicked it with a deft motion. The ingot flew with a whoosh and landed before the manager at the counter.

The manager beamed like a flower and quickly instructed a waiter to attend to Feng Siniang.

Feng Siniang glanced around and sat down at an empty table.

Seeing this, Wang Bo got up and walked over.

Hearing footsteps, Feng Siniang glanced sidelong at Wang Bo and snapped, "Stop right there. I have neither the time nor the mood to entertain you stinking men."

Unfazed, Wang Bo continued over and sat down.

A flicker of killing intent flashed through Feng Siniang's eyes, but she hid it well. She spoke again, "Get lost now, and I'll spare your dog's life."

Wang Bo said, "I have business with you."

Feng Siniang sneered, "Plenty of men have business with me. Who do you think you are? Get lost!"

Wang Bo said, "I wanted to ask about the Eighteen Eagles you killed..."

Before he could finish, Feng Siniang cut him off. "So you're here to avenge the Eighteen Eagles. You're no good either. Die!"

She struck out with her right palm, aiming for Wang Bo's chest. Wang Bo thrust out his chest and let her palm land. With a dull thud, Feng Siniang felt as if she had struck iron.

A tremendous recoil hit her. Her slender right hand gave a crack—her wrist bone was fractured.

Feng Siniang's expression changed.

But it was not from pain—it was shock, as if she felt no pain from the broken wrist.

Wang Bo knew that after being turned into a zombie by the Zombie King, Feng Siniang was already dead, and the dead have no pain nerves.

In fact, not only pain nerves, but also taste buds.

Despite her earlier enthusiasm for good wine and food, even if the finest dishes were served, to her they would be like chewing wax—utterly tasteless.