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Chapter 964: Chapter 964: The Bad Guy’s Treasure
"You didn’t run away?"
Shirley’s sword stopped less than ten centimeters from Nelson’s throat.
She lifted her head, looking at Bamboo Whitaker, who had just left, and frowned slightly.
"I’ve seen the bad guy’s treasure," Bamboo Whitaker said.
Although Bamboo Whitaker’s body was shivering uncontrollably, she still tried to suppress her fear, speaking softly, "This big sister has been very kind to me. If I can help you find the treasure, will you let her go?"
Nelson remained silent.
She knew that this might have been Julius Reed’s intention.
Bamboo Whitaker must have sought help after leaving and coming back.
"Oh? You know what I’m looking for?"
Shirley became interested instead.
Her purpose in coming here was indeed to kill and seize treasures.
She was not afraid of a head-on confrontation with Julius Reed.
Or rather, she was looking forward to the confrontation.
"Of course!"
Bamboo Whitaker said proudly, "The bad guy only has one treasure, and since you’ve come, it must be for that item."
Having said that.
She squatted down and fumbled underneath the coffee table.
"You’d better not lie to me, or grandpa will kill everyone here, including you," Shirley warned as she sheathed her longsword and sat down on the sofa.
"Nelson, are you okay..."
Seizing the opportunity, Quella Radcliffe hurriedly helped Nelson stand, with guilt written all over her face.
She knew that if Nelson had not thought of rescuing her just now, she certainly would not have been injured.
"It’s a minor injury, I’m used to it," said Nelson, forcing a slight smile.
It was very painful.
If it were an ordinary person, that palm strike would have undoubtedly been fatal.
However, Nelson had previous injuries, and now with that blow, her body was extremely weak.
"You’re very strong, but too soft-hearted," said Shirley, glancing at Nelson and chuckling, "If you had attacked me when I was escorting, you might have been able to drive me back. That would have been your only chance to gain the upper hand."
"If I weren’t injured, you might not have had the chance!" Nelson retorted, holding her sword with one hand, her tone filled with pride.
Even though she was now defeated, if there was a chance, or if Shirley really intended to deliver a killing blow.
She wouldn’t mind a mutual destruction.
In the dictionary of an Azure Mountain person, surrender simply did not exist.
Kill, or be killed.
That was all.
"Girl, my time is limited, you have three minutes," Shirley said, not arguing with Nelson but instead focusing on Bamboo Whitaker: "Don’t make grandpa draw his sword a second time. If I unsheathe my sword again, when it returns to its scabbard, it will surely be bloodied."
As soon as her words ended, an invisible aura spread throughout the room.
Bamboo Whitaker’s body trembled, and she quickly pulled out a pen holder from under the coffee table, trembling as she said, "Grandpa, please withdraw your Divine Skills first..."
To a veteran killer.
Murderous intent can materialize.
Just like frost, it can cause goosebumps all over.
"Sorry."
Shirley smiled faintly, instantly withdrawing her murderous intent.
"Phew!"
It was only then that Bamboo Whitaker breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders instantly.
"Back then, I saw the bad guy use this thing to eat with," said Bamboo Whitaker, holding the patterned pen holder and blinking, "Every time he fought or got injured, as long as he used this treasure to eat, he would quickly recover his vitality."
"Oh?"
Shirley raised an eyebrow and snatched the pen holder, "This thing?"
She had never seen the Divine Dragon Tripod.
In fact, no one had ever seen the Divine Dragon Tripod!
The news that Mad Dragon had the Divine Dragon Tripod had an unknown source.
Yet, as if pushed by an invisible hand, the entire martial arts world plunged into madness over it!
Even now, with Mad Dragon missing and the whereabouts of the Divine Dragon Tripod unknown,
there were still countless people charging in one after another.
After four years of silence, rumors were spreading that the Mad Dragon had re-emerged in the martial world.
But Shirley didn’t believe it.
She preferred to think that the Divine Dragon Tripod was in the hands of someone named Julius Reed.
The intelligence Deep Cold provided fully convinced Shirley.
Indeed, the source of this intelligence was Thunderpeak Hall.
The tremendous temptation made Shirley, the ninjutsu master, instantly lose her sanity.
She was willing to join Deep Cold, break through the Willson Pavilion’s multiple enclosures, and make her way to the mainland of China.
To kill for treasure.
But now, in front of her was just something... resembling a pen holder?
Shirley examined it carefully, even trying to sense the aura of the pen holder,
But she obtained nothing.
It was as ordinary as could be.
"You... you’re not playing me?"
She looked up, her smile at Bamboo Whitaker carrying a hint of chill.
But the smile was cold.
"How could I..."
Bamboo Whitaker said fearfully, "Where would I get the guts to do that. Why don’t you give it to me, and I’ll try?"
She stretched out her delicate hand, her eyes pleading.
"Try?"
Shirley stared at Bamboo Whitaker for five seconds before smiling and handing over the pen holder.
From her eyes, all she saw was innocence and fear.
A girl in her teens couldn’t possibly dare pull tricks under these circumstances.
"I remember..."
Bamboo Whitaker, holding the pen holder, walked as she murmured to herself, "Every time he got hurt, he’d eat these..."
While Shirley wasn’t paying attention, Bamboo Whitaker gently rubbed the bottom of the pen holder with her middle finger.
Then she tasted it.
This was Julius Reed’s instruction.
News about the Divine Dragon Tripod had spread far and wide as Seven Clouds Martial Academy reappeared in the martial world.
He had to be cautious.
Although the Divine Dragon Tripod had not been found, nobody would believe it if he said so.
Julius Reed simply made a fake one and coated the bottom with two kinds of medicine.
One was poison, the other was the antidote.
What Bamboo Whitaker tasted just then was the antidote.
The poison was inside the pen holder, colorless and tasteless.
"Little girl, what are you thinking about?"
As Bamboo Whitaker began to ponder, Shirley who had been sitting on the sofa appeared behind her in an instant.
"Ah..."
Bamboo Whitaker was clearly startled.
She patted her chest, saying, "I can’t recall clearly and am trying to remember."
"Then you’d better think hard,"
Shirley, with her hands clasped behind her back, stared at the pen holder, "You have five minutes. After five minutes, there will be three corpses in the room."
As though worried she didn’t understand, he added, "I’ve said it before, when this longsword is unsheathed again, it must return stained with blood."
"Er... I’ll try my best..."
Bamboo Whitaker was racking her brain, suddenly recalling a folk remedy.
In such a critical moment, she obviously couldn’t be too concerned with details.
"Chicken ass, fermented tofu, plus lemon."
As she chanted, she stuffed these ingredients into the pen holder.
The Carmichael family placed great importance on the villa, stocking it with all kinds of fruits and ingredients, delivered three times daily. Any shortage would be immediately replenished.
"Pitaya, garlic... and... and..."
Bamboo Whitaker dumped these items into the pen holder and started mashing them with a spoon.
She wanted to buy time, hoping to delay until Julius Reed returned.
Even if that wasn’t possible, she could allow Nelson a little more rest.
"And... and some mustard oil..."
After saying this, Bamboo Whitaker dripped two drops of mustard oil into the pen holder.
"Could... could you taste it?"
She said somewhat fearfully, "I saw that bad guy eat it this way before..."
