Chapter 89: Bandit's Den (Part 1) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
A flash of gleaming sword light, and a head tumbled to the ground.
The blood gushed from the bowl-sized wound, splashing three or four feet away.
Shen Tang casually flicked the blood off the sword, coldly watching the headless body fall to the ground. Thick, hot blood soaked the hem of her clothes, covering the entire instep of her right foot. The sensation for that instant felt like countless tiny insects wriggling and crawling on it, yet she remained unmoved.
Her eyes were icy cold as she parted her red lips and uttered indifferently, "You're going to die and still have so many questions to ask? Do you really think I'm afraid to kill you?"
Zhai Le: "..."
He knew that Brother Shen was decisive and efficient, but he never expected Brother Shen to make such a sudden move.
Seeing the head that had rolled to his feet, its eyelids still trembling, its expression frozen in astonishment, Zhai Le sighed and kicked the head back. Let's bury the head along with the body; a proper burial, a complete corpse, that's the last bit of dignity.
As for whether it will be dug up by someone—
He can't guarantee that either.
He just buried it.
"Brother Shen, next time you want to cut something, give me a heads-up first."
Shen Tang asked, "What kind of greeting is this?"
Zhai Le pointed at the terrified thugs: "Give them a heads-up. Didn't you smell any urine?"
Yes, the timid ones were scared to death.
The crotch area was visibly wet with liquid.
Shen Tang: "..."
I could smell it; it really did smell bad and pungent.
She took a half-step forward, sword in hand. The thugs were terrified, their souls nearly leaving their bodies. They hurriedly dropped to the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, their heads pounding so hard they created a dent in the mud. They begged for mercy, swearing their loyalty to Shen Tang, begging only to have their lives spared.
Shen Tang twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
When they were bullying and humiliating merchants, driving them to ruin and death, they probably never imagined they would end up like this.
Shen Tang's gaze swept over the group of thugs.
He didn't strike a second time for a long while.
Just as the thugs were relieved, thinking they were about to be safe, Shen Tang drew his sword and killed two more people, leaving two heads hanging in the air. The thugs trembled as they saw the faces of the dead men—they were all the former boss's trusted henchmen.
His authority was second only to the boss's henchman.
They were sent by the second-in-command of that bandit gang.
The two pretended to beg for mercy, but in reality they harbored murderous intent, preparing to launch a surprise attack when Shen Tang lowered his guard—the second-in-command had ordered them to protect their younger brother, but the brother was killed by a stranger, and their fate was sealed either way!
Since that's the case, why not take someone down with you before you die?
Zhai Le, however, was unsurprised. He smiled, clapped his hands, and began to boast commercially, "Brother Shen has keen insight; this kind of hidden danger cannot be allowed to remain!"
Shen Tang: "..."
She only killed the two most disliked and most dangerous ones first, and then dealt with the rest of the thugs together. She didn't say she would spare their lives... However, since Zhai Xiaofang had praised her so much, Shen Tang felt it would be a loss of face if she didn't spare any of them.
Shen Tang thought for a moment and then sheathed his sword.
Seeing this, the other thugs hurriedly kowtowed to express their loyalty.
Shen Tang's expression was displeased: "You dug a pit and buried the body."
The thugs looked at each other, but did as they were told.
Fearing that if they were too slow, the sword would be aimed at their necks—those three gushing jets of blood would definitely become a nightmare they could never forget for the rest of their lives!
Lacking any digging tools, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and dig with their bare hands. After a short while, their fingers were black and their fingertips ached, but no one dared to complain or ask to stop. Zhai Le, watching from the side, sighed and stepped forward: "You guys, make way."
Digging like that, you couldn't even dig a hole by hand.
Shen Tang held the sword and watched his next move.
The thugs parted, and a faint glow of ink-black martial spirit emanated from the black-clad youth's waist. A long sword materialized in his hand. He gathered his strength, concentrating his martial energy into the blade, his aura rising steadily, the ink-black light growing increasingly intense, finally condensing into a nearly tangible thick fog.
He let out a loud shout, and with a surge of power, he swung his longsword, unleashing a dark, piercing light towards the ground. A deafening boom followed, and the ground beneath his feet trembled noticeably. Sand flew up, thick smoke billowed, and a blast of air, carrying sand and dirt, assaulted his face.
Shen Tang could only raise her hand to cover her face.
When the smoke cleared, a large crater was revealed on the ground, large enough to bury not only three bodies, but also three more.
Zhai Le didn't even break out in a cold sweat.
He waved at the thugs and said, "Bury the body."
The thugs, stunned once again: "..."
They were now so weak-kneed they couldn't even stand up, let alone think. They couldn't help but question their existence—why did they ever think these two were gigolos?
What pretty boy could so cleanly and decisively behead three people without batting an eye? And he was using that narrow, delicate longsword. Look at the executioners' daggers for beheading people—aren't they all broad-shouldered, long-bladed, sharp, and lightweight?
Using such a sword, which is difficult even to cut meat, to chop off a person's head, the process was incredibly smooth, without encountering the slightest resistance—this shows that not only is the sword sharp, but this person's strength is also quite terrifying!
The black-clad youth who smashed into a huge crater without warning was even more terrifying, and they had hunted him down more than once...
One of the thugs couldn't resist touching his neck.
I'm so glad I survived this ordeal; I'm incredibly lucky!
Now that the pit is dug, burying the body will be much easier.
The body was thrown in, and then the soft soil was used to bury it again.
It was done in less than fifteen minutes.
Throughout the entire process, Shen Tang held the sword, stood still with her eyes closed in deep thought, and at first glance, one might have thought she had fallen asleep standing up.
"My lord...it's buried, it's buried..."
The thugs chose a representative to give a reply.
With the pit filled, their hearts were temporarily at ease.
Shen Tang suddenly opened her eyes.
"Where is the bandit's hideout? Does anyone know?"
"I...I...I know!"
Some hooligans were eager to "make a name for themselves" and were particularly active.
"Okay, you're the one!"
Shen Tang raised an eyebrow, signaling him to lead the way, and the other thugs followed.
The thugs were also feeling uneasy.
This is a plan to lure them into the bandits' den.
Fearing they would become cannon fodder in Shen Tang and his companion's solo fight against the bandits' den, they dared not disobey. Going along meant dying later, but refusing to go meant... well, the corpses ahead of them were still warm—their heads would fly off the spot, their bodies severed.
Everyone wore bitter expressions, filled with regret.
How did they end up provoking two ruthless villains?
Shen Tang mounted his horse, his expression indifferent: "You don't need to participate. It's pointless anyway. Just watch from the sidelines. Just one thing—anyone who dares to escape will be treated as a bandit. Giddy up!"
The motorcycle seemed to know where it was going, and it was incredibly excited, its pace much faster than usual.
Zhai Le naturally rode his horse to follow.
The banditry in Sibao County was severe. The bandits usually lived in seclusion deep in the mountains. Initially, they were timid and made a living by robbing and exploiting passing merchants. However, as Sibao County was preoccupied with its own problems and the prefect did not take the initiative to eradicate them, the bandits became increasingly audacious.
As one becomes bolder, one's appetite also increases.
|ω｀) This chapter is the one I owed for when I had a cold and tonsillitis.
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