Chapter 57: Someone Stole My Things (Part 2)
"Young Master Shen, are you sure that villain is outside the city?"
Even with his hot-blooded enthusiasm, Zhai Le realized something was amiss—that thief was far too fast!
He and Shen Langjun had been chasing for so long without seeing any suspicious figures, and Shen Langjun showed no sign of stopping.
Keep running in this direction...
It's time to run into the deep mountains and forests _(:з)∠)_
Shen Tang said calmly, "Yes, I am absolutely certain."
Zhai Le was completely baffled, but he also began to suspect Shen Tang, worried that this young master Shen was tricking him into coming out with ulterior motives! Not to brag, but his face was so handsome that young ladies and wives would throw fruit at him!
but--
Shen Langjun is also a man of unwavering integrity and true courage!
He's good-looking and handsome, why would I want to covet his face?
Furthermore, he was also a martial artist with great courage. In a normal one-on-one situation, what could a scholar use to keep a martial artist at bay?
Zhai Le thought of this and silently suppressed the unreliable guess that "Shen Langjun coveted beauty", but another thought popped up like whack-a-mole - could it be that he wanted to lure him to the wild and kill him?
Or perhaps he has accomplices in the wild, preparing to join forces to take him down?
This idea quickly gained the upper hand.
This guess wasn't impossible. After all, they had their guide, Enpishi, with them. Therefore, Zhai Le's gaze towards Shen Tang darkened, secretly wary of Shen Tang suddenly attacking him, not even noticing when the two of them had entered the mountain.
Summer had just ended, and autumn had not yet arrived; the mountains and forests were lush and verdant. In the distance, the rolling mountains, shrouded in night, resembled wild beasts resting on the ground. Upon entering the forest, the air was still filled with the lingering heat and the unique scent of grass and trees, and all around was utterly silent.
“Young Master Shen, something’s not right here.” Zhai Le keenly sensed something, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowing slightly as he grabbed Shen Tang’s left arm.
Shen Tang remained expressionless, sword in hand.
She said, "I know, the despicable thief is right here!"
Zhai Le: "..."
Seeing Shen Tang run out in only her nightgown, he had a vague feeling that something was amiss. However, he himself reeked of alcohol, even more so than Shen Tang, and thus missed an important clue. The closer the two got, the more cautious they became; to be precise, Zhai Le became more cautious, while Shen Tang remained unchanged.
Following the stream, we found the houses hidden in the mountains.
The houses, mostly simple dwellings made of stone, wood, and thatch, were built along the water. At this moment, the firelight spread, staining the landscape with a reddish hue. Zhai Le immediately sensed something was wrong and was about to go out when a hand suddenly pressed down on his head, almost knocking him over.
He looked at the "culprit" with a mixture of anger and frustration.
"Young Master Shen, why did you suddenly do this?"
Shen Tang asked calmly, "Then what are you going out for?"
"Didn't you see the fire? Of course we're going to rescue people!"
Shen Tang snorted and warned Zhai Le, "You're going to rescue a bunch of thieves? Be careful they go berserk and turn around and stab you!"
A den of thieves?
Zhai Le then realized that the fire, which was growing larger and larger, was not an ordinary flame. Amidst the leaping flames, there were figures fighting each other, or rather, a group of people fighting one person. Although the former were dressed in coarse linen clothes, they were well-trained, working in groups of three or five, supporting each other, and cooperating perfectly.
The latter was alone, but fierce and mighty. He did not flinch even when facing enemies thirty or forty times his size. He would seize any opportunity to slash off an enemy's head, arm, or leg with a single blow, displaying extreme ruthlessness.
"That person is injured? It looks like they're badly injured..."
Zhai Le stared intently at the burly man.
Laymen watch the spectacle, experts watch the details.
Outsiders thought this man was ruthless and imposing, and that it was only a matter of time before he wiped out the remaining enemies. In reality, however, this was not the case; although his breathing was still strong, he had already run out of steam.
With severe injuries, excessive blood loss, and depleted martial spirit, coupled with the enemy's continuous reinforcements, he was clearly at a disadvantage.
Do you intend to fight and retreat at the same time?
They didn't even consider whether the enemy would give them a way out.
Shen Tang said, "He is the villain who stole my treasure!"
Zhai Le was even more puzzled: "You mean the one who was surrounded?"
Shen Tang nodded, a hint of barely perceptible grievance appearing on her blank expression. She said angrily, "You stole my things, and not just one!"
(｀)=3 Ugh, so annoying!
I really want to kill all the thieves in the world!
Seeing that Shen Tang's expression didn't seem feigned, Zhai Le was somewhat troubled—he admired the man's heroic bearing, but stealing was a matter of character and morality, and it wouldn't be right for him to jump out and save him. Just as he was struggling with this decision, a crimson blade of light, accompanied by a sonic boom, descended from the sky.
The target was the besieged "thief".
"Holy crap, a ten-meter-long sword???"
Shen Tang crouched in the shadows, hands on his knees, looking up at the falling blade, so astonished that he even swore. He witnessed the immense force of the blade cleaving the house beneath the "thief's" feet in two, leaving only a half-meter-deep gash.
The thief sensed a deadly threat the instant the blade appeared. Without hesitation, he grabbed an enemy with one hand and threw him towards the blade, then leaped aside. The unfortunate enemy exploded in mid-air in a cloud of blood mist, not even having time to scream.
As the flash of the blade faded, a burly man in armor moved with lightning speed, wielding a goose-feather saber in both hands, and charged toward the "thief."
This strike, long charged and heavy, sent the severely injured and exhausted "thief" flying six or seven meters in a single blow, crashing into a nearby house's window with a loud bang. The wooden furniture inside shattered, raising clouds of dust.
A few breaths later, the "thief" vomited a mouthful of blood, his fingers trembling as he crawled out of the rubble, covered in blood and dust. He spat out the blood and mud-mixed foam, his eyes fierce as he glared at the burly man with the goose-feather knife: "It's you?"
The latter wasn't in a hurry to take him down, but just watched him make his last struggle with a half-smile: "It's me, here to send you on your way."
After he finished speaking, the others gathered around.
Zhai Le sighed, "This man is finished."
It's clear this person has a high level of martial prowess, but even the strongest martial prowess can't withstand intense combat. His injuries are so severe that his stamina and energy are failing him. Not to mention, now another pursuer, also of high martial prowess but at his peak, has appeared.
Even if Zhai Le steps forward, it won't change anything.
Just as he was lamenting, a gust of wind swept past him, and he only had time to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure disappearing from his sight.
Zhai Le was shocked. Following the direction of the strong wind, he only saw Shen Tang's rapidly receding figure—
Shen Langjun actually charged out without any regard for the consequences!
With a swift swing of her longsword, an invisible, transparent sword aura, accompanied by a sonic boom, cleaved the earth, leaving a sword mark several meters long between the burly man with the goose-feather saber and the "thief." As for those who were caught in the path of the sword mark and cleaved in two, she didn't care.
This unexpected turn of events alarmed both sides.
The heavily wounded "thief" was suddenly startled, a hint of joy rising in his heart. He looked up and saw a snow-white figure rush out of the forest like the wind, sword pointed at the burly man with the goose-feather saber.
Enraged, he shouted, "Do you also covet my treasures?"
_(:з」∠)_ I didn't have the energy to write this morning, and I was sleepy after lunch. I didn't get up until after 3 pm. Sigh, this day went by so fast. I'm going to the hair salon to wash my hair first. I'll post the remaining two chapters tonight.
(End of this chapter)
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