Murim Recurve Chapter 253
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Having parted ways from Re'Kha, Burmat Re'Shi walked through the streets, having hidden his appearance. He wore a couple of pads on his body, appearing bulkier than usual, also wearing a wig to seem like a different person.
As he walked on the road, Re'Shi watched a couple of people sprint past him. They were one of the men under his stepmother, in charge of watching over him. In order to make her children the rightful successors of the Burmat Re Clan, Re'Kya was doing everything in her power to weaken Re'Shi, both physically and mentally.
Moreover, to prevent anything from being used against her in the future, she was careful right from the start. So, not once did she go overboard, at least against him. But since she knew he loved Re'Kha, Re'Kya had planned to use her death to give him an emotional blow.
If not for the fact that he had a special item with him that allowed him to sense the condition and position of Re'Kha all the time, Re'Kya would have already succeeded. And, he had to constantly act as if her plans were weakening him continuously.
His previous injuries paralysed his legs, making it seem as if they could no longer be treated even by the Mu Clan. Though, it was all a sham since Re'Kya had bribed all the doctors that visited to check him.
Moreover, in the name of his injury and mental state, Re'Shi wasn't allowed to leave his Clan. All in all, even in the case when Re'Kha faced a life-threatening situation, all he could do was send his Pranic Avatar to help her.
Thinking of that, he felt vexed, 'I want to kill them all!'
He immediately controlled his urges, sneaking back to his room before changing his clothes that had traces of blood. The blood was from when he had slaughtered most of the people keeping tabs on him.
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After that, he exited his room, carrying his wheelchair as he moved to a discrete corner of his hotel, and sat on his wheelchair in silence, sporting a disinterested view. He chose a position that was rather safe, away from the line of sight of people, sitting for a lot of time before he heard some footsteps, turning around to see a couple of people arrive.
They were those that had been searching for him on the streets. Currently, their faces were pale, having witnessed something they hadn't fathomed—the disappearance of their crew that kept tabs on Re'Shi. And upon seeing the seated figure of Re'Shi, they heaved a sigh of relief.
After all, their instruction was to prevent any harm from befalling on Re'Shi. After all, it was Re'Kya herself that had dispatched him. So, if something happened to him, she would be the one to take the blame. So, they had been worried all along.
This was the reason Re'Shi wasn't bothered that they would try to harm him using this trip as a reason. After all, using the chaos of the birds, beasts, and the attack of the four Sha, they had more than enough excuses to use to dispose of him.
It was in preparation for this that Re'Shi ensured it was Re'Kya that dispatched him to Burfuna City once he said he needed to go to a different city for a change of pace. Though, he hadn't fathomed that they would be first attacked by four Sha and then later by a horse of birds and beasts.
'Was the organisation Re'Kha specified before the cause of all this?' He frowned, thinking, 'And, that…boy earlier, just who was he? He was almost like a Sha. And that girl I saw after that…'
He sighed, 'It seems I have to get stronger if I wish to protect Re'Kha. She has been involved in one danger after another ever since she met with that master of hers.'
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As the two people pushed his wheelchair, he closed his eyes, focusing on the tiny metal plate, half the size of his thumb embedded on the underside of his left hand. It was the item he used to sense the condition of Re'Kha and locate her position all the time.
And based on what he felt, she had been in constant danger a couple of days before she met her master. It made him feel like her master had been the reason for her involvement in danger one after another.
As he couldn't understand the reason behind that, Re'Shi was feeling vexed, 'Dammit!'
"Lord, if you need anything, please summon us. We'll be waiting at the entrance." The two people returned him to his room, bowed, and closed the door. After closing the door, they communicated with each other through sign language.
"How come we didn't see him before?"
"We hadn't checked there. It was our oversight this time."
"I hope he doesn't say about this to master."
"Master wishes to kill him. And he never had a good relationship with her since young. So, he won't say anything to her."
"I hope so."
As for Re'Shi, even though there were no eyes on him, he moved the wheelchair towards the bed, made a lot of grunting sounds as he lifted his legs, placed them on the bed, and barely managed to climb on it.
Followed by a knock on the door, a voice resounded, "Lord, shall we help you?"
"I can manage myself," An emotionless voice of Re'Shi resounded as he sighed internally. 'If not for the treasure I obtained by chance, I would have had to remain a cripple for all my life.'
He then massaged his forehead, 'Still, once I return home, I would have to consume food with a mild poison daily. Damn her, she plans to weaken me over time. If I turn weaker in the span of two to three years, even if I were to die one day, the suspicions won't fall on her.'
He then thought long and hard, sighing as he clenched his fist, 'I seriously need to find an antidote for it before my body turns even weaker. I already lost a quarter of the strength I had a year ago. This poison is gradually eating me up.'
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