chapter 37 I can kill for you!

When taking Spencer home, Irene was busy cooking. She glanced out of the kitchen's fume-filled glass and asked, "Ashburn, where did you get a dog? It's such a big one!” Spencer, whose face looked like a sheepdog's, twitched slightly but remained silent. Ashburn glanced at Spencer silently. This appearance... was really hard to describe! Irene realized that something was wrong because the dog was wearing clothes. When she came out and saw it, she was startled, "Who... is this?" At first glance, it looked like a dog that had become a spirit, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest. "Mom, this is a friend of mine." "Oh, your friend!" Irene was shocked and patted her chest. "At ease, there's no need to greet him." Ashburn dragged the half-dead Spencer into the back room. He and his mother lived upstairs. This room was unoccupied, with some sundries piled up and an abandoned folding bed. "Aren't you going to bury me alive? Why did you bring me to your house?" "Don't worry, I haven't chosen a place to bury you alive yet. It wouldn't be good if someone discovered, right?" Spencer sneered, "Ah, you are a coward, just to bury a person alive and you are still hesitate, you are a coward!" "Before I choose a place to bury you alive, you will live here first." Ashburn set up the folding bed and said. "Are you taking me in?" Spencer was furious and his eyes were blood red, "I don't need your pity!" "Hey, Spencer, aren't you a little pretentious? You tried to kill me, then think I will take you in? I just said, when I pick the place, I will bury you alive with my own hands!" "Okay, okay, I'll wait and see how you bury me alive!" Ashburn closed the door to the back room, walked into the kitchen, and helped his mother cook. Soon, the meal would be ready. Irene was going to ask the guest to eat but was stopped by Ashburn. "Later, Mom, he is resting now." "Ashburn, is your friend okay?" Irene was confused and worried at the same time, "Looks like he is exhausted, he's sick?" "He is jet-lagged, flying for 12 hours. He is so tired." "Come back from abroad?" "Yeah." Irene had always believed in her son, so she had no doubts. Then she told Ashburn excitedly that she had found a job in the morning as a worker in a textile factory. Ashburn originally didn't want her to work, but he knew his mother's character. She couldn't stay idle without work. After being discharged from the hospital, she ran out to find a job every day. Now there was another Spencer in the family. If Irene knew the inside story and would be frightened. Moreover, it was not safe, so Ashburn agreed to let her go to work. In the afternoon, Irene happily went to work in the textile factory. Ashburn took some leftovers walked into the back room and threw them on the folding bed, "Hey, do you want to eat something?" "Hmph, I am a person with dicknity and I won’t eat your food!" Spencer said with dignity, holding his neck high. Ashburn rubbed his brows and said helplessly, "Bro, not dicknity, it’s ‘dignity’." "..." Spencer was a little embarrassed, feeling like he had failed in his honour. Ashburn ignored him and went out to prepare some medicine, grinding some medicinal materials into powder and frying the medicine slowly in the pot. An hour later, he fetched a basin of water and found that the food was still there. Ashburn took it aside casually and reached out to remove Spencer. "What are you doing!?" Spencer was shocked, "A warrior can be killed but not humiliated!" "Don’t be verbose!" Ashburn slapped him and knocked him out. This was more effective than anesthesia. Spencer's wrist bone broken by Ashburn had been reattached by the hospital, but the wound on his back arm had not healed, and there was a tendency to suppurate. Ashburn helped him clean it, and then he took the ground medicine powder and sprinkled it on his wound. "Hiss~~" Spencer was awakened by the stimulation of the medicinal powder, and his eyes widened, "What is this?" "This is poison. It will make your wounds slowly rot. Are you afraid?" "Afraid? Hahaha, the word ‘fear’ has never been in my dictionary!" "Oh, what the hell you still have a dictionary? Your dictionary told you that it read ‘dicknity’?” Spencer, "..." After sprinkling the medicine powder, he put a piece of clean gauze on it and then took out the fried medicine. It was still said to be poison. Spencer didn't say anything and poured down his throat with a look of despair. … Two days later, Spencer finally ate the food Ashburn brought because Ashburn said the food was also poisonous. As he was eating, a hot teardrop fell from the corner of his eye and hit the rice directly. "Oh, are you so afraid of death? Are you crying?" "Why did you save me?" Ashburn said arrogantly, "Who said I was saving you? All you took was poison." "What poison can't kill me in two days?" "Slow poison." "I'm not an idiot." Ashburn smiled softly and stopped joking with him. He said seriously, "It's easy to cure the injury on your arm, but it will take some time to repair your meridians and collaterals." "Can you repair them?" Spencer was extremely shocked. "Well, once I prepare all the medicine, combined with acupuncture, it can be cured." "I went to the hospital to take an X-ray. The doctor said that the human body has no meridians and collaterals and cannot be photographed. But I am a martial arts practitioner and I know that the human body has them. After the meridians are repaired, will I be the same as before? My spiritual cultivation level is still there?" "It depends on your luck. You have to depend on yourself to recover your cultivation level." Spencer suddenly jumped out of bed. After two days of recuperation, he had now recovered a lot. Ashburn thought he was going to attack, so he kicked him subconsciously. Spencer knocked over some sundries piled up in the room, then quickly stood up and knelt straight on the ground, "Ashburn, if you are willing, my life will be yours from now on!" Ashburn was slightly startled. It could be seen that Spencer was a tough man with a distinguished sense of grudges and gratitude. He stretched out his hand to help him up and said, "It's useless for me to kill you." "I can kill people for you," Spencer said decisively, sonorously and forcefully. Ashburn smiled helplessly, "Okay, I don't want you to kill anyone for this moment." "It explains. Your cultivation level is above mine. If you want to kill someone, you don't have to resort to others’ violence. Your cultivation level has probably reached a higher level, right?" "What grade?" Ashburn was confused. "Don't you know? This is the martial arts association's system for assessing the level of warriors. It is divided into two systems, rank and grade. Rank is for the assessment of junior warriors. There are nine levels in total, and each stage is divided into upper and lower levels. The grade is the assessment of senior warriors. There are nine grades in total, and each grade is also divided into upper and lower levels." "I heard people from Liger company call you the green dragon warrior. What is your level?" "The upper three ranks, that is, seventh, eighth, and ninth ranks, are symbolized by dragons. They are gold dragon, silver dragon, and green dragon respectively. I am the top level of the seventh rank, so I am the green dragon warrior." These complicated hierarchical systems seemed a bit complicated to Ashburn, so he held his chin and asked, "In your opinion, what level am I?"