The group exchanged glances. They were all ordinary people, powerless and helpless. But Brother Wang was different. He was fat and strong, had practiced martial arts for a few years, and had some fighting skills. If they didn't fight him for a few days, Brother Wang would definitely cause them trouble.
Maybe, just like he said, they'll eat them all up. They used to eat any disobedient brothers they had.
With a heavy heart, the group pounced. Ji Mohan picked up a dagger and stabbed it into one of the men's hearts, killing him instantly. The others seized the opportunity to hold down Ji Mohan's arms, and with a swift turn of the dagger, he beheaded another man. The others, not daring to be careless, grabbed Ji Mohan's arms and legs, taking the opportunity to snatch the dagger from his hand. Ji Mohan struggled a few times, but then stopped.
Seeing that the sickly man had been stopped, Brother Wang walked over smugly, picked up the dagger from the ground, and saw the bright red gem on the dagger. A greedy glint flashed in his eyes. He guessed that the sickly man must be rich.
He crouched down, took out his dagger, and gently patted Ji Mohan's face, mocking, "Weren't you very powerful? Keep it up! What? Now that you're in my hands, I'll eat you tonight." His yellowed teeth spoke each word clearly to Ji Mohan, who looked at him as if he were a dead man.
"Brothers, tie him up, we'll have meat tonight!" Brother Wang said happily.
"Thank you, Brother Wang."
"Brother Wang is heroic."
"Brother Wang is really sharp; he could tell at a glance that this sickly guy is rich."
Brother Wang nodded with satisfaction and said to the fawning man standing beside him, "That's right, one of his legs will be yours in a moment."
"Thank you so much, Brother Wang, thank you so much, Brother Wang," the man said gratefully.
The others were not to be outdone, and one after another, they showered Wang Ge with praise.
Brother Wang's eyes narrowed into slits with joy.
Little did they know, danger was imminent. Ji Mohan took out several darts from his waist and looked at the group of people who were grinning from ear to ear. Their deaths were about to begin.
With a few whooshes, the men surrounding Brother Wang who were laughing one second ago were lying on the ground the next. Brother Wang sensed the danger and immediately pulled one of them over to block him.
Ji Mohan narrowed his eyes when he saw that Brother Wang's skills were not bad. Such kung fu was not that of an ordinary person. Seeing that his brothers had all fallen, Brother Wang stopped pretending and said fiercely, "Your Highness, I originally wanted you to let these refugees kill you, but it seems that you want me to send you on your way personally, so I will be polite."
"Who is behind you?" Ji Mo asked coldly.
"No comment. Prepare to die!" Brother Wang said directly.
Yan Wan carried a bundle of firewood to the cave entrance and noticed that the footprints on the ground were somewhat messy, as if many people had been here. Her heart skipped a beat. She was a little worried about Ji Mohan, but she could only calm down for now. She gently put the firewood on the ground, took out a dagger, and tiptoed inside.
As soon as she entered, she saw many corpses lying on the ground. She anxiously searched for Ji Mohan and found him being pinned down by a man who was tightly gripping Ji Mohan's neck. Ji Mohan's face was turning red from the strain.
Wang Ge was completely unaware that there was another person in the cave. He frantically grabbed Ji Mohan by the neck, secretly delighted. He thought that once he killed this person and returned to Qingzhou, the man would give him countless gold and silver treasures, and he would be rich for life.
Yan Wan approached the two of them gently, holding her breath as her heart pounded. She had never killed anyone in her previous life in the modern world, and she was a little scared, but she couldn't care less about these people; Ji Mohan was about to die.
Yan Wan picked up the knife and plunged it directly into Wang Ge's heart. Wang Ge felt a sharp pain in his body and looked at his chest in disbelief. He was still tightly gripping Ji Mohan. When Yan Wan saw that he still wouldn't let go, she pulled out the knife again and stabbed it directly into his neck. Warm blood sprayed all over her face. Wang Ge slowly fell down, took one last unwilling look at Ji Mohan, and then closed his eyes forever.
Ji Mohan coughed. He had almost killed this man just now. He had no choice but to use his internal energy, which was about to cause the man to explode and die. He didn't expect Yan Wan to come back and kill the man.
Yan Wan looked at the fallen Wang Ge, her bright red hands trembling slightly. She had killed someone. She had actually killed someone. Her heart was in turmoil.
Seeing Yan Wan's terrified expression and her trembling hand holding the dagger, Ji Mohan sat up, took the dagger from her hand, and gently pulled her into his arms.
Yan Wan's voice trembled as she said, "Ji Mohan, I... I killed someone, I killed someone."
Ji Mohan kissed Yan Wan's forehead and comforted her, "Yan Wan, you are very brave. They deserved to die. These beasts actually ate human flesh. You have avenged the people they killed."
Yan Wan turned her head to one side and dry-heaved a few times. She looked at Ji Mohan speechlessly. This way of comforting people was novel and effective. Her guilt suddenly disappeared.
She sighed helplessly, walked out of the cave, pulled the firewood inside, and then piled up the animals that the two of them had killed in a corner of the cave. She washed her hands, set up a pot, and prepared to start a fire.
Yan Wan had prepared everything, and when she looked up at Ji Mohan, she found him leaning heavily against the cave wall, fast asleep. He must have exhausted a lot of energy fighting those people. Ji Mohan felt his body was heavy, and his injuries were getting worse.
By the candlelight, Yan Wan examined Ji Mohan's face. His features were sharp and angular, yet he looked somewhat sickly. His pale skin was devoid of any color. Yan Wan sighed. She had originally wanted to fatten Ji Mohan up, but he was getting thinner and thinner.
Seeing that the rice in the pot still needed to cook for a while, she walked over and sat down next to Ji Mohan. She gently moved Ji Mohan's head, which was leaning against the rock wall, onto her shoulder so that he could sleep more comfortably.
Along the way, it seemed like she was taking care of Ji Mohan, but in fact, Ji Mohan was just as worried as she was. He was injured and carrying a bundle, while he himself was perfectly fine, yet he wouldn't let her carry anything.
Yan Wan saw that Ji Mohan had frowned, so she gently raised her hand to smooth his brow. She knew that he was worried about Yunzhou City. Even though he was so ill, he still cared about the people and his subordinates.
Yan Wan sighed. Clearly, no one loved him, and the world regarded him as an omen of misfortune, yet he did not take his anger out on anyone, and even silently protected the world.
The world kissed me with pain, but I responded with a song. That's what a fool like him is like.
Yan Wan said quietly, "If there really are gods, please, please bless Ji Mohan so that he can live a long and healthy life."
This time, he'll finally meet a kind-hearted god!
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