Chapter 4 004: Theological Coffin Nails
"Why are you the only one on night watch?"
When the official returned from his inspection tour, he found that one of his subordinates on night watch was missing.
"Oh, he's having an affair with a female prisoner. He's in the arms of a woman right now."
The subordinate pointed in the direction of the small slope and winked at his superior.
Such things are not uncommon on the road to exile.
If prisoners want to suffer less, they either need someone in charge to take care of them or a relative to bribe them. If they have neither, they can only use their bodies as capital to bribe the officials.
Gong's family was raided and he was exiled. His former colleagues and students were struggling to survive themselves, so how could they have the energy to take care of him?
The female prisoner was left with only one path to take.
That's why I say this is a great job.
The officials in charge were naturally aware of this unspoken rule.
How long has he been gone?
"It's only been a little while."
"Hmph, dereliction of duty!"
"However, at that kid's speed, it should be over by now. He's fast, so it won't take him long."
Upon hearing this, the head constable moved his lips, seemingly wanting to laugh but forcibly suppressing it, and put on a serious face.
"When he returns, tell him—add another hour to the night watch!"
After waiting for a while, no one came back.
Could it be that the kid really found a useful folk remedy somewhere and cured his hidden ailment?
The officers couldn't sit still. Seeing that the prisoners were sleeping soundly like dead pigs, and not afraid that they would take the opportunity to escape, they quietly got up and followed in the direction of Shen Tang and the others.
Listen to their movements; if they're almost done, I can go up and take their shift.
As he approached the small slope, he had a vague sense of foreboding.
The commotion here is very unusual!
There was neither the panting that made one's ears burn, nor the pounding that excited one's spirit; there was only the chirping of insects and the noisy symphony of the night wind blowing through the wild grass.
"Old Zhou? Old Zhou, where are you—"
He suppressed his unease, strode forward, parted the dense weeds, and called out his colleague's name.
The sound stopped abruptly.
He looked down at what he had stepped on—
One arm!
In the dim light of the night, he could barely make out that the male corpse with the strangely twisted neck was the "Old Zhou" he had been talking about!
"Someone's dead!"
His scream attracted the attention of the officers and their leader.
The person was completely dead, but the body was warm and soft like a living person, not much cold, indicating that he had only been dead for a short while.
The head constable then examined the broken neck and wrist. Judging from the marks, it had been snapped in an instant, demonstrating terrifying finger strength and grip power. However, the corpse showed signs of martial arts practice yet hadn't offered any real resistance before being taken from its body, indicating that the murderer's skill was undoubtedly above that of a low-ranking official.
"What about the female prisoner? Has her body been found?"
Seeing that the corpses had been thoroughly looted, what did the head of the officials think of?
The subordinate replied, "No, we didn't find her, only Lao Zhou."
The head of the officials: "..."
The man is dead, but the female prisoner has disappeared?
Is someone trying to break into the prison?
Upon having this guess, his face immediately darkened.
"Go back and keep an eye on those prisoners! Kill anyone suspicious!"
"yes!"
The officer leader followed the trail left by Shen Tang and soon saw a blurry figure running in the darkness.
Without hesitation, he nocked an arrow and drew his bow.
The arrow left the bowstring and shot towards Shen Tang's back.
This arrow would kill the female prisoner without a doubt.
Unexpectedly, the female prisoner seemed to have eyes in the back of her head; just as the arrow was about to hit her, she rolled to the right and narrowly avoided it.
"I didn't expect there would be someone like you who slipped through the net!" He spurred his horse over Shen Tang's head, tightened the reins, and the horse's hooves came to a firm stop, blocking her path. He said coldly and angrily, "Taking advantage of being a man with feminine features, you infiltrated the female prisoner's ranks and then used the opportunity to escape. Gong, you've got a good plan!"
All male Gong family prisoners whose homes were raided, regardless of age, had their dantian (energy center) destroyed.
Firstly, to prevent prisoners from escaping, and secondly, to prevent them from seeking revenge later.
The prisoner in front of us was all alone and had no one to help him. It must have been "Chen Tang" who used her beauty as bait to lure him out and then took advantage of his momentary lapse in attention to ambush and kill him.
Even if a lowly nobleman is careless, he cannot be killed instantly by a mere woman. Looking at the wound, it can be concluded that this person must have both literary talent and martial prowess.
Since it is known that there cannot be a woman, the "female prisoner" in front of us must be a man.
A male prisoner who has infiltrated the female prisoner group for so long without being discovered must be protected by the Gong family prisoners who are covering for each other.
In conclusion, this person holds a very important position and influence within the Gong family. How can he explain himself when such a crucial fugitive has escaped?
In a flash, a logically coherent deduction came to mind.
Shen Tang got up from the ground.
He spat out a sound of disgust, removing the sand that was stuck to the corner of his mouth.
They happened to overhear the words of the head constable.
What do you mean by saying she took advantage of a boy's feminine appearance?
They even called her "Gong the Traitor"?
Don't take advantage of her lack of memory right now and arbitrarily add a character setting for her!
"Heh, so what do you want?"
As Shen Tang finished speaking, she accidentally aggravated the injury on her cheek. The sharp pain made her gasp – she had dodged too hastily, and her cheek was chafed raw by the gravel and sand on the ground. It was burning hot, and she knew it was bleeding even without touching it – her eyes remained fixed on the enemy.
"Come back with me, and I'll spare your life."
Shen Tang was amused by this: "Spare my dog's life? I think you're just talking bullshit!"
She's ugly, but she's got the ideas!
"Since we can't reach an agreement, then—" The head constable didn't get angry, but instead focused his mind and gathered his energy, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes, "Spears, swords, halberds, bows, crossbows, spears—kill!"
Shen Tang: "...Huh?"
What's the meaning?
What are you suddenly saying?
The question had barely popped into my mind when I saw the longbow in the officer's hand transform into a cross-shaped halberd.
The halberd was nearly ten feet long, its cold tip aimed straight at her vital point, showing absolutely no martial ethics.
Startled by this unexpected turn of events, Shen Tang tilted her head back and nimbly dodged the fatal blow.
Weapons are all about length and strength.
The strange halberd, nearly ten feet long, was wielded by the head constable with such skill and precision that it was like an extension of his own arm, whether it was a horizontal strike or a straight thrust. Meanwhile, Shen Tang was unarmed.
In this situation, let alone running for your life, you'd be nothing short of a sitting duck; you'd be exhausted to death.
As for the setting where a weapon conjures up after reciting a couple of lines—that nails science to the coffin.
Now she finally understood how this guy got his horse.
Could the world get any more unscientific?
puff!
The tip of the halberd grazed her left arm and plunged straight into the ground, sending chills down her spine. If her reaction had been any slower, that thrust would have pierced right through her heart!
"Spears, swords, halberds, bows and crossbows..."
With her life hanging by a thread, she dodged and dodged while desperately trying to conjure up a weapon—even though women in this world couldn't cultivate both martial prowess and literary talent, why couldn't she be an exception? As a transmigrator, shouldn't she at least have a basic safety net given her a hellish start?
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the thrusting halberd.
The head constable sneered, "You ants, you overestimate yourselves!"
Shen Tang: "..."
In her memory, it seemed that no one but the editor had ever made her feel so frustrated! When the halberd thrust at her again, she grabbed the tip of the spear with her bare hands in a fit of rage and pulled it away angrily.
"Enough already!"
An unnamed rage churned and burned in his chest, repeatedly stirring up a passage of text that had suddenly appeared.
Her intuition told her that this passage might be the key to breaking the deadlock. The content was as follows—
A sword in the hands of a loving mother...
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(End of this chapter)
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