The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 348: Chapter 289, Someone wrote me a letter

(The ending of the previous chapter was modified, brothers, please take another look.)

Inside the cabin, there was a brief silence for two seconds.

Wu Heng did not want to continue idle chatter with him.

He said directly, “Is there anything else you want to say?”

“I…” The man hesitated, then asked, “Can you let me go this once? I can pay you to spare my life and I promise to never trouble you again.”

Wu Heng shook his head, “You should have cherished the last opportunity.”

Whoosh~!

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly lunged forward with his sword.

Bang~!

A dull thud sounded.

The charging man was kicked in the abdomen by ‘Skull Crusher’ and sent flying back like a cannonball.

He knocked over a stack of barrels and other miscellaneous items behind him.

Immediately after, Blood Axe quickly stepped forward, raised his battle axe high, and brought it down upon the man’s head.

Clang~!

The battle axe broke through the iron sword that was blocking and sliced open the man’s chest.

The man vomited blood profusely, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

His body slowly weakened and fell, lifelessly.

…

Wu Heng was not surprised that such a person had escaped.

During the operation to rescue ‘Sha Naila,’ whether it was the initial small boat attack or the later ‘Cock-Tail Island’ battle.

It was possible that some pirates escaped.

That a few or even a small portion had fled was plausible.

He just didn’t expect that one would come back to hire an assassin to kill him.

He took out a tablet and reviewed the pirate’s wanted notices again.

He did not find a wanted notice for this man.

This puzzled Wu Heng.

Not an important member of the Pirate Group, was he serious about coming back for revenge?

Are pirates really this loyal?

He glanced at the body again and released “Communicate with the Dead.”

The bleeding stopped, and the corpse turned its head to look this way.

Wu Heng asked, “Was there anyone else involved in last night’s assassination attempt?”

The corpse answered, “No.”

“Are there any other surviving members of the Bloody Hand Pirate Group?”

“Not sure.”

It seems that this attempt against him involved only these two.

Thus, this crisis was also resolved.

Wu Heng sat on a wooden chest on the side and casually asked, “What were you thinking, coming back for revenge against me?”

The corpse was silent for two or three seconds before speaking, “I suddenly received a letter, instructing me to avenge the Bloody Hand captain.”

Wu Heng’s eyes suddenly sharpened, and a chill swept down his spine.

Someone had lured him, risking danger to come to Gold and Silver Island to seek revenge against him.

There was someone else.

“Who gave you the letter?” Wu Heng continued to ask.

“I don’t know!”

The final question.

Wu Heng thought silently for a while.

He asked, “How did you receive the letter?”

The corpse answered, “I woke up the next day and found it under my pillow.”

After five questions, the corpse lay back on the floor, and the blood in its chest cavity began to flow again.

Wu Heng looked at the corpse, motionless for a long time.

Having investigated up to now, a new figure who wrote letters had emerged.

And why didn’t he go after the others, or seek revenge against ‘Xi Ligui’ instead?

Why did he specifically come after him?

Yes, he had killed the Bloody Hand captain, while others at most played a part.

So, was the person who wrote the letter really looking to avenge the Bloody Hand Pirate Group or specifically targeting him?

Such bizarre items are frequently used by the Secret Cultivation Hall.

Is this related to them?

“Search his body to see if he has anything on him,” Wu Heng said.

Blood Axe set his battle axe aside and began searching the corpse after pulling open its clothing.

He found a purse on the body.

After searching around the cabin, they found a backpack.

Upon opening it, in addition to some personal belongings, there was a blank envelope.

Wu Heng took it in hand, his brows furrowing.

He opened the envelope and unfolded the letter inside, only to find it was blank, without a single word.

“Damned spooks!”

Wu Heng flipped his hand and took another envelope out of the Space Ring.

Comparing the two, they were exactly the same.

The letter in his possession was a voucher he had obtained after killing the Bloody Hand Pirate Group, a spoil of war from the consortium.

That the two were identical was unexpected.

What on earth was going on?

Tap tap tap~!

At this moment, a series of rapid footsteps came from the stairwell.

Wu Heng stashed the spoils and saw ‘Moya’ coming down with the association team.

Moya and the others were relieved to see that Wu Heng was unharmed.

If a Vice-executive of the association had died here,

It would have been a joke to tell.

After looking at Wu Heng, they turned their attention to the corpse beside him.

“Is he the mastermind behind this?” Moya asked.

Wu Heng nodded, “From the Bloody Hand Pirate Group, came to avenge his captain.”

It was not new for association members to be targeted for retaliation.

This sort of thing happened often.

The association’s long-distance transfers of members were also partly to avoid retaliation against personnel.

“Leave this place to them; I’ll take you back first, and we’ll also report the situation to the steward,” Moya continued.

“Okay!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Having delegated the area to the remaining squad, Wu Heng and the elf assistant disembarked from the cargo ship.

They took a carriage back.

…

The carriage creaked and jolted along.

Wu Heng looked at the elf assistant sitting opposite him, “Is there any way to send letters over a long distance?”

“Missing home? Didn’t you bring your family with you?” Moya asked with a smile.

“Is there an item that can suddenly deliver something directly into someone’s hands?” Wu Heng asked.

After thinking for a moment, Moya said, “Currently there’s no such magic item; otherwise, it would have become widespread within the association. To achieve what you’re describing, probably only a Special Item could do that.”

“Hmm, that makes sense.”

It seemed that the elf assistant was also unaware of this letter matter.

Moya continued, “If you feel pressured, you can take a few days off.”

“Thank you.”

The carriage kept moving on.

The two continued to discuss other topics.

…

Old Barrel Tavern.

In a half-basement room.

‘Mackintosh’ of the Bermola clan sat behind a wooden table, pruning the branches of a potted plant.

Tap tap tap~!

Urgent footsteps sounded.

A man clad in a leather vest, his arms crossed, hurried into the room.

Upon entering, he gave a slight bow.

“Leader!”

“What’s happened? You’re all flustered!” The woman continued to focus on the potted plant, her tone even.

“Those two from the association have left the port.”

“So soon? Did they find that Half-Spider Man?” the woman inquired.

“They did. The Half-Spider Man’s corpse was carried out, smashed into a pulp in its spider form,” the man reported.

“Oh? How many people did the association use?”

“The association’s squad arrived later,” the man paused, then went on, “I asked people who were in the cabin at the time. It was the black-haired man and his two attendants who killed the Half-Spider Man. I also heard he’s the vice-executive of the association.”

The woman’s pruning paused, and she turned with a look of confusion in her eyes.

“That human, he’s the new vice-executive from the association?”

“Seems so.”

The woman fell silent for a while.

Then she spoke, “I got it. Tell them to restore order at the port and don’t recklessly disclose anything about the association.”

“Yes, leader.” The man hesitated before adding, “Should we arrange for someone to gather intelligence on this new vice-executive?”

The woman shook her head, “No need for now. Don’t provoke the association; Imilo isn’t as docile as he appears.”

“Alright!”

The man bowed again and left the room directly.

…

Back at the association.

Moya returned to the Steward’s Office to report what had happened.

Wu Heng went back to his own office.

He pushed open the door.

Andre Willow was sitting at the desk organizing documents while Mini lay on the couch, absorbed in a comic book.

Her little legs swinging back and forth.

Last night’s events hadn’t affected the two women at all.

After all, they had both been unconscious and were unaware of what had happened.

Mini even complained that she had had the best sleep ever last night.

Seeing Wu Heng come in, both women smiled.

“Master!”

“Master, you’re back!”

Wu Heng sat down in front of the sofa, his hand resting on the protruding hips.

Mini shook her hips without a care.

Andre Willow asked, “Master, did you catch those people?”

“Caught them,” Wu Heng stated.

There was still no clue about the case of the blank letter.

But clearly, the other party was reluctant to show themselves.

The Half-Spider assassin and the pirate who attempted to kill him were both dead, which meant temporary safety, at least.

“That’s good,” continued Andre Willow, “The renovation team has already gone over. By tonight, we should be able to return home.”

In the morning, before leaving the association,

Wu Heng had Andre Willow contact the renovation team to repair the damaged parts of the house and clean all the rooms again.

After all, they still needed to live in the house, and they couldn’t just move somewhere else because of last night’s incident.

“Okay!” Wu Heng nodded.

Mini sat up, curling her legs on the couch, and asked, “Master, who were the people who tried to assassinate us last night?”

“Pirates, they came back for revenge for their captain,” he replied.

“Ah? How did a pirate get onto the island?” Mini pressed on.

“Pirates, as long as they aren’t on a wanted list, have an identity similar to that of sailors, and it’s hard to recognize them,” Wu Heng explained while picking up a cup of water and taking a sip, “Moreover, it wasn’t him who took action; he hired an assassin.”

“Oh, it’s a pity we didn’t know, or else we could have helped you.”

“Damn villains, daring to come assassinate us,” Mini said fiercely and then clung to Wu Heng’s arm coquettishly, “But Master is so powerful, you weren’t hurt at all.”

“Of course, you know what my Constitution is like,” he boasted.

“Hehe! True that.”

…

Thud thud thud~!

The door was knocked on.

“Come in!”

The door opened, and a staff member entered carrying a brown leather bag.

“Vice-executive, these are the spoils of war brought back by the squad. Assistant Moya asked me to deliver them to you.”