Chapter 87: Where is Your Treasure (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Shen Tang looked at Zhai Le with a subtle expression.

Zhai Le felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze.

He stammered, "Brother Chen, why are you looking at me like that?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Tang turned the tables, her eyes, which seemed to be smiling, scanning him from head to toe, and asked, "Zhai Xiaofang, are you impotent?"

The boy in black blushed deeply.

He was a beat slow before jumping up in a fit of rage, yelling, "What do you mean no? Why not? What's wrong with me? I'm fine anywhere!"

Shen Tang said, "You think you can do it? If you can, why do you always have someone with you wherever you go? To cheer you on?"

The boy in black was so angry that his neck turned a light red, and he gritted his teeth: "Let's go! The two of us are enough!"

My heart started pounding.

Hopefully it was just an ordinary bandit hideout.

He could easily wipe out a normal-sized operation by himself, not to mention the drunken and crazy Brother Shen, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Shen Tang put her finger to her lips and whistled.

He called out, "Motorcycle, come here!"

Three breaths later, nothing happened.

The onlookers were confused, and Shen Tang felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her voice and called out in a low voice, "Lightning speed, Dayun Motorcycle! Come out, my precious motorcycle!"

at the same time--

In the backyard stables, Gong Shuwu sat shirtless on a wooden stool, holding a wooden brush and brushing a black steed that was half a head taller than him. The black horse was extremely handsome, with snow-white forehooves and a glossy black body, its mane and tail silky smooth.

It had a good temper and allowed Gong Shuwu to bathe it and then braid its nearly twenty-inch-long mane into beautiful patterns.

A snow-white horse armor lay at his feet.

Gong Shuwu looked at his warhorse and sighed softly, "Old buddy..."

Before they could finish speaking, both man and horse turned to look at the other side of the stable, where a snow-white mule, slightly shorter than the black horse, stood. The previously solid snow-white mule suddenly became transparent at an extremely fast speed until it disappeared.

Gong Shuwu was puzzled.

Why did Shigeo call the motorcycle away?

When the motorcycle appeared out of thin air, the onlookers gasped in astonishment—they had heard that some people in the world could conjure up tall horses, but they had never seen it before, and now it was actually happening!

The public wasn't the only one who gasped in surprise; Zhai Le was too.

"Brother Shen, aren't you a scholar with a literary mind?"

As everyone knows, Wenxin has no horse.

Only warriors with exceptional courage can conjure horses out of thin air. The higher the level of courage, the better the warhorse, and the more exquisite the horse armor and the more comprehensive the protection. Although what is before us is a mule, apart from its appearance, it is identical to a warhorse in every other way.

Oh, the motorcycle doesn't have horse armor.

Shen Tang didn't explain. Light as a swan playing on the sea, she flipped onto the back of the motorcycle, squeezed her legs together, and shouted, "Giddy up!"

The motorcycle moved at the command, and the thugs who were tied together could not break free. They were dragged along, staggering and howling in pain.

Zhai Le, disregarding his curiosity, hurriedly urged his martial courage to follow.

"Brother Shen, please wait for me!"

In my haste, I almost forgot which phrase was the "word of power".

In the martial arts world, there are many incantations that transform into horses, each with a specific purpose. For example, "Holding a spear and leaping on a horse" means preparing for battle with a spear and armor. Both the horse armor and the warrior's armor are formed in one go, which consumes a lot of resources. On the other hand, "Letting the horse run free" is a horse-transforming incantation that consumes less resources. There is no horse armor or helmet, only stirrups and saddle, which is suitable for simple short-distance slow travel.

and--

"Prepare for battle!"

It lies somewhere in between.

The horses are resting and recuperating, their weapons are sharpened and ready for use, and they are on high alert, ready to quickly enter combat mode should any enemy situation arise.

As the words of power descended, a magnificent steed with jet-black white hooves, clad in armor, came from afar against the wind, instantly transforming from illusion to reality.

The onlookers were both surprised and amazed, and instinctively made way for the horse, fearing it might collide with them. Zhai Le jogged a couple of steps, lightly touched the ground with his toes, grabbed the reins, and landed steadily on the horse's back. He then accelerated sharply, chasing after Shen Tang in the direction she had gone.

"Brother Shen, shall we have a contest?"

Zhai Le's warhorse was tall and strong, handsome, with four long legs and extremely powerful acceleration. It quickly caught up with Shen Tang, came to a steady stop, and began to trot slowly. He challenged Shen Tang to a race, but was ruthlessly refused: "No race."

Why not compete?

Running with those tiny, quick steps feels really uncomfortable.

Moreover, he was too curious about Brother Shen's mule.

Shen Tang bluntly stated, "You're using a fine warhorse to compete with my motorcycle, which is a mule. That's a bit shameless."

In warfare, warhorses are for charging into battle, while mules, even if they could go to the battlefield, would only be used to carry military supplies. Who would use mules to form a cavalry battalion? Even if you had a mine, you couldn't afford to burn through that kind of resources.

Zhai Le looked down at the warhorse and said, "But it wants to compete."

The "living things" conjured by the power of words all require energy from their creators and, to some extent, are connected to the creators' will. Zhai Le clearly sensed that the creature from the tool was eager to try it out and wanted to race against the snow-white mule beside him.

Shen Tang said coolly, "Let it hold it in."

Zhai Le then asked, "Can't hold it in?"

Shen Tang turned to look at the disheveled thugs who were forced to jog to catch up and were panting heavily. He said honestly, "Indeed, I want to do justice and get rid of these 'evils,' but if I agree to race with you, how can their two legs keep up with our four? By the time your warhorses have had their fill, they'll be nothing but skeletons."

Zhai Le had no choice but to abandon the idea, secretly sighing in his heart that Brother Shen's drunkenness was unique, and he still had reason and a kind heart. If it weren't for the contrast between before and after, outsiders probably wouldn't be able to tell that "he" was actually still drunk.

"What if our ostentatious display gets noticed by the bandits' spies, who might then be prepared?"

Shen Tang said, "What are you afraid of? Attack with force!"

Zhai Le: "A strong attack?"

Why not bring a scholar along to keep things in order?

Shen Tang said expressionlessly, "That's right! Slaughter them all!"

Zhai Le: "..."

The two men, with their ostentatious and aggressive demeanor, were so well-received that the city gate guards dared not check them and let them pass without question. Shen Tang, familiar with the area, arrived at a secluded grove. Zhai Le dismounted and led the way, discovering three mutilated corpses lying at their destination. The corpses were devoured by animals, swarming with flies and maggots, and devoid of even basic clothing. They were missing arms and legs, and from the skeletal remains, they could barely be identified as two men and one woman.

The cause of death was consistent: someone forcefully broke their neck bones.

The stench of decay was overwhelming, even Zhai Le couldn't help but cover his nose, his brow furrowed with sorrow: "I wonder who murdered and dismembered them, then dumped them here... Alas, their corpses left to rot in the wilderness, becoming food for jackals and birds... This sight is truly shocking..."

Shen Tang said, "Oh, I killed him."

Zhai Le: "..."

His face seemed to say, "Brother Shen, you're kidding me."

Shen Tang frowned in thought, tossed the terrified thugs aside, walked around the three mutilated bodies, and said, "The three of them did nothing but commit heinous acts, so I acted on behalf of Heaven. However, I didn't leave them to rot in the wilderness; I dug a pit and buried them, quite deep enough that even a flood might not wash them out. The bodies were intact when I buried them. But look at the cuts on their limbs... it looks like..."

Zhai Le's face turned deathly pale.

He said, "It looks like he was chopped with a blunt instrument."

Shen Tang tilted her head in confusion: "Could it be the work of an enemy?"

Zhai Le shook his head, suppressing the nausea rising in his throat.

For some reason, the thugs vomited.

|ω｀) The part about how literary scholars can't transform horses always felt like I was insulting someone...

(End of this chapter)