Chapter 177: Chaos in Xiaocheng (Seventeen) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Shen Tang: "..."

Her fist hardened, hardened, hardened!

Unable to contain himself, he burst into a tirade: "Could it be that Yan Cheng has been reincarnated as an animal in his past lives, and this is his first time being a human?"

Any normal person with a modicum of shame, a sense of decency, and a moral compass would never do something so "heart-wrenching."

Don't you have any idea what you've done at "the mountain of books"?

Even if he didn't know that the person in front of him was Tan Qu and not "Qi Shan", the person he murdered was Tan Qu's old cat - an old cat that had spent its whole life accompanying one person, and the old cat that Tan Qu had taken with him when he left his hometown to participate in the "special test"!

Even a fool could see that the old cat was like family to Tan Qu. Yet Yan Cheng murdered it and gave its ashes to "Qishan," who was about to embark on her exile... The malice in this is as obvious as lice on a bald man's head!

To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit!

To take it a step further, it's possible that Qi Shan, dragging his battered body after being flogged, might vomit blood and die suddenly from the shock of the old cat's ashes.

After washing her feet by the stream, Shen Tang got up and paced back and forth in a fit of rage, her anger reaching its peak: "That's too easy on him! That damn little bastard is too easy on him! Yuan Liang, why did you make me kill him so easily? You should have hung him up and thrown him into boiling water to scald him open and see what kind of beast is under his skin! The more I think about it, the angrier I get, my blood pressure is soaring!"

The person involved, Qi Shan, said: "..."

Over the years, Qi Shan has been filled with hatred every time she recalls these past events—she wishes she could make Yan Cheng experience everything they went through in the "Book Mountain" before he died, be without food and water, have no way to survive, and finally skin him alive, tear him apart, and grind his bones to dust.

Oh, it would be best to destroy everything he cares about, such as his brothers and relatives, in front of Yan Cheng, so that he can also taste the pain of having his heart broken.

only--

Reason prevailed over impulse.

He would feel relieved if he tortured Yan Cheng until he was unrecognizable and then sent him to the underworld. But he was afraid that his close friends and Huai Xu in the underworld would not recognize him as their enemy. He was also afraid that his close friends would see his own "unrecognizable self" in the unrecognizable Yan Cheng.

It would be better to just kill him and end it all.

After listening to Young Master Shen's art of cursing, his first reaction was not approval but a surge in blood pressure. He didn't even have time to savor the inexplicable emptiness after avenging his great grudge. His temples were throbbing, and he blurted out, "Youli, your words are more elegant!"

Shen Tang: "...That's not the point, is it?"

Who exactly is he aligned with?

I stood up for him, and this is what I got in return?

Qi Shan's face turned even paler.

Shen Tang: "Okay, okay, I'm refined, I'm refined..."

"Also, roll down your trouser legs and put your shoes on." Qi Shan had no more emotions left for Yan Cheng. Hearing Shen Tang's insincere perfunctory reply and seeing her trouser legs rolled up high, revealing a pair of white legs, the veins on her forehead throbbed. "It's all because of that Chu Wu Hui!"

Shen Tang looked completely bewildered.

What does this have to do with Wu Hui?

Qi Shan: "..."

Hehehe, the relationship is very close.

If Chu Wu Hui hadn't indulged him in every way, Young Master Shen certainly wouldn't have become more and more unruly and mischievous like a monkey...

He refused to believe he couldn't correct it!

Shen Tang read Qi Shan's inner thoughts from his face, and her lips twitched. However, considering that Qi Shan had just reopened old wounds, she decided to let it go for the time being. She prepared to set off to meet up with Chu Yao and Gong Shuwu, and threw Yan Cheng's body into the stream.

The blood spread in the water and flowed downstream.

There are two sides to the story.

Qi Shan successfully resolved her old grudge, and Chu Yao and his companion's operation also went smoothly. As dusk approached, they finally saw the Xiaocheng city wall, covered in mottled bloodstains. The nauseating stench of blood mixed with burnt flesh filled their nostrils on the night wind.

Gong Shuwu didn't even frown.

They observed the situation from the shadows.

Judging from the situation, Xiaocheng was not only surrounded by the rebel army, but also suffered several waves of strong attacks. Hundreds of soldiers with missing limbs were piled up haphazardly at the foot of the city wall, and the city wall was covered with huge cracks, mostly left by powerful martial energy.

The flags that once fluttered in the wind are now tattered and battered from the battles of attack and defense, casting lonely shadows in the twilight. Some are dripping with blood, still wet on the ground, while others stand forlornly with broken flagpoles.

Occasionally, birds would flutter their wings and fly overhead, their short, sharp sounds inexplicably evoking the mournful cry of a city on its deathbed.

Gong Shuwu said, "Sir, shall we sneak in after nightfall?"

Not only were there heavy rebel troops surrounding the city walls, but the walls themselves were also guarded by the Xiaocheng garrison. If the two of them rushed in at this moment, they would likely be riddled with arrows from both sides. They decided to wait until nightfall, and under the cover of darkness, slip in through a weak point in the defenses!

Chu Yao said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

There was not much time left before nightfall.

The two waited for about half an hour before the sky completely darkened. Coincidentally, it was a dark and windy night, and Gong Shuwu's armor was also all black, perfectly blending into the darkness. With the assistance of Chu Yao's spiritual power, infiltrating Xiaocheng was not difficult at all.

"ah--"

A soldier was hiding in a corner, leaning against the wall, half-asleep. Xiaocheng was short-handed, and the rebel army was advancing fiercely, which meant he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in a long time. If he didn't recover quickly, he feared he wouldn't survive the next rebel attack.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew down his earlobe and into his neck, raising goosebumps and jolting him awake, his eyes wide open.

His kicking motion woke up the other soldiers.

"The rebels are attacking the city again?"

The soldiers, startled awake, nearly jumped up and grabbed the gun beside them—though it was called a gun, the barrel of which had been lost in the daytime battle, leaving only a wooden stick—even a bare stick was better than nothing.

"No, no, a gust of wind just blew by..."

The soldiers guarding the city touched their necks, rubbed them slightly with their fingers, and rubbed off a sticky mixture of sweat, dust, and blood.

The soldiers, who had been awakened, breathed a sigh of relief.

She slumped back down, saying, "You scared me to death!"

The rebels had been fighting day and night, giving their troops no chance to sleep. The garrison inside the city was severely understrength, and they nearly breached the walls several times. The city gates were even smashed to pieces and barely managed to be nailed back together with wooden planks after the retreat…

The soldier muttered, "That wind is really strange..."

Another person spat, "What's so strange about a wind monster? Go to sleep, who knows if you'll ever get another nap..."

Hearing this, the soldier frowned, forgetting the strange gust of wind he had just experienced, and muttered to himself that either he was hallucinating from sleepiness, or some animal had flown by...

In short, it couldn't possibly be a person.

Such high city walls are too high for ordinary people to climb.

As for "unusual people"?

He hadn't considered this possibility, and his tired and sluggish mind couldn't even think of it. He curled up back in his original spot, yawning, and fell asleep.

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This month's monthly ticket rankings are disgusting.

(End of this chapter)