Chapter 128: Jack the Wooden Spear
The rain had stopped,
but the sky was still very dark. Only the wild grass on the ground was bright green and looked particularly vigorous.
Under the shade of clumps of wild grass, puddles of various sizes lie there quietly, reflecting the black clouds and skylight. In the silence, there is quite a unique wild charm.
Zhang Yang came out of the tent again, leaning on the wooden spear with both hands. Although his body was so weak that a gust of wind could blow him down, his eyes were as dangerous and cunning as a wild wolf.
After looking around for a long time, he walked tremblingly towards a cowhide tent more than a hundred meters away.
These are the only three tents left in the makeshift camp, and there is a reason why they were left there.
Maybe what's waiting inside is a rotting corpse, or something even more terrifying than death.
A few minutes later, Zhang Yang came to the tent. After a slight hesitation, he chose a solid position, mastered the center of gravity of advancing and retreating, and finally changed direction and gently lifted the entrance curtain of the tent with a wooden spear.
A foul smell of decay rushed out. The person inside was already dead. The body was highly decomposed and white maggots could be seen rolling around.
But Zhang Yang still carefully examined every corner of the tent.
"He is a strong man. The leather armor on his body, the sword and shield beside him, the calluses on his knuckles, and the placement of his weapons all prove that he is an experienced warrior."
"As for the wound on his left arm, it's hard to tell what weapon caused it, but at least this man was well bandaged and treated before he died."
"So the cause of his death is interesting. It wasn't due to serious injuries, nor was it infection. It was more like some kind of epidemic, a contagious epidemic. Otherwise, this guy's weapons, equipment, and luggage wouldn't be here."
"We can even infer from this that this temporary camp was quickly abandoned, perhaps because of the panic caused by this mysterious disease."
Zhang Yang thought about it, then poked the corpse with a wooden spear, smearing the rotten yellow liquid all over the tip of the spear.
Then he turned and headed for another tent.
This tent is no different, even more dilapidated, and the owner inside should have been dead a long time ago.
But Zhang Yang still remained extremely vigilant and followed every step he could.
When he turned away and carefully lifted the tent curtain, he heard a whooshing sound, and a crossbow arrow whizzed past Zhang Yang's head ten centimeters away. Before Zhang Yang could react, a bear-like figure suddenly pounced out with a low roar, holding a sharp dagger and stabbing down ferociously! Uh, it missed.
Zhang Yang was holding a two-meter-long wooden spear, so not only was he standing in a sideways position, he was also two meters away. The killing move designed by the big man was very brutal and ingenious. He was definitely a professional warrior. Even if ordinary people had quick reactions, it would be difficult to avoid this fatal blow.
But now - it's so embarrassing!
The big man who looked like a violent bear had fierce eyes and a sharp blade in his hand, but he could only lie on the ground in front of Zhang Yang, not daring to move, or unable to move.
One of his legs was rotten.
What's more, the wooden spear in Zhang Yang's hand was pointed at his eyes, only one centimeter away.
The two sides stood in a motionless standoff for a few minutes, and then Zhang Yang spoke.
"Want to die? Or do you want to live?"
As soon as the sound came out, it automatically turned into some kind of crooked insect language.
Zhang Yang is no longer surprised by this.
The big man didn't say anything. He had messy gray hair, blue-white eyes, high cheekbones, and three hideous scars on his face. He was about forty years old.
"spit!"
The big man spat and closed his eyes, showing no interest in communicating.
Zhang Yang smiled and continued in that insect-like language: "My name is Wooden Spear Jack, and I am the destined priest of Aninanitoni, the greatest mountain god of Shenmu Peak. Next, I will say three things. First, I am not interested in killing you; second, I can save you; third, the price of saving you is that you must become a devout believer of the mountain god of Shenmu Peak."
Hearing this, the big man finally opened his eyes, his look full of disdain.
"Son of shoemaker Takken Joseph, little shoemaker Rick Joseph, you are only fit to die in the garbage dump. When did you become a sacrifice? Humph! And damn evil god, I am waiting for you to be tied to the fire and wail, and even your sinful soul will be purified!"
I'll help!
Zhang Yang was stunned. His attempt to show off had failed. This guy recognized him. And judging from his tone, he seemed to have a very devout faith.
"My name is Wooden Spear Jack now, so let's get to know each other formally!"
Zhang Yang smiled and didn't care. He was very thick-skinned.
Because he had already confirmed that the big man had also been infected with that deadly infectious disease, but his body was strong enough to keep him alive. However, if there was no way to solve the plague, he would die sooner or later.
In this case, there are many areas for manipulation.
"snort!"
The big man continued to close his eyes, indifferent.
Zhang Yang chuckled, grabbed the spear and moved slowly, but the tip of the spear covered with yellow liquid was always aimed at the big man's eyes, temple and other vital parts.
"In my hometown, there is a practice called hawking. I don't know much about it, but now, my friend, do you think you are like an eagle? And the most fierce and dangerous kind of eagle?"
"My current situation is very bad, but I still have enough time and means to keep you company. Well, unless you are determined to commit suicide, then I can do nothing about it."
"Of course, you can also treat me like a hawk. This will be a fair war."
Zhang Yang spoke softly, as if he was talking to his closest friend.
Gradually, he slowly backed away, with the wooden spear still aimed at the big man's back of the head, cervical vertebrae, back of the heart, and even his other complete and healthy leg.
Zhang Yang’s intention was simple, he wanted to get the crossbow, and the next step was the official start of the game.
"I guess you are a person of status. Look at your silk underwear and the pattern embroidered on the sleeves. Does it represent the family emblem?"
Zhang Yang leaned against the entrance of the tent. The crossbow inside was only one step away from him, but he did not take it. Instead, he carefully looked at all the clues carried by the big man and pointed them out one by one.
In this battle, the most important thing is to attack the heart! The big man listened quietly, like a dead man, and ignored him at all.
Zhang Yang also talked to himself, "Although your hair and beard have become very messy in the past two days, I can still see the outlines of them that were neatly trimmed before, so I boldly guess that you must be a very self-disciplined person."
"As a noble with a rich family, high status, and strict self-discipline, I can't think of any reason for you to refuse my rescue."
"It can't be because I'm a lowly shoemaker! And before this, a shoemaker like me should not be qualified to be the enemy of a noble like you."
"Then there can only be one reason. Do you particularly hate heretics?"
(Thank you all for your support and blessings. Both mother and child are safe. I took the time to finish writing one chapter today and will resume normal work tomorrow.)
(End of this chapter)
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