Chapter 192 Cold-blooded People
Once upon a time, there was a village...
Geng Laosan indeed paused after saying six words and did not continue.
Wan Qiqi smiled and hopped onto the last step. "Finished? It really was... an interesting story!"
She moved forward with small steps, finally taking in the entire mountain village.
The houses in the mountain village were scattered haphazardly, yet somehow they seemed to be designed.
For example, in the center of the village, there is a cluster of houses that are all made of stone, and even the roofs are made of blue tiles.
If the village catches fire, no matter what, the fire won't reach there.
Although the village is located on a mountaintop, there is another small mountain behind it, covered with dense bamboo that remains lush and green even in this season.
There is only one road leading up to Lianshan Mountain; the rest of the way is all steep cliffs and precipices. Every few hundred meters there is a sentry post, which is practically a human-shaped, all-around surveillance camera with no blind spots.
The mountain path leading up the mountain is winding, with a fence every few dozen meters, guarded by bandits.
There is a flat area on the mountainside surrounded by huge rocks. If someone were to ambush someone on the rocks and block their escape route, the people in the flat area would have nowhere to escape and would almost certainly die.
According to Geng Laosan, the transaction will take place here two days from now.
"That village is quite wealthy..."
As Wan Qiqi was pondering how to break the bandits' trap, Geng Laosan's voice rang out again.
She looked at Geng Laosan with suspicion.
“There’s a well at the entrance of the village, and the villagers go there to fetch water every morning. They have to queue up every day, but everyone helps each other and it’s very harmonious. Every time someone comes to my house, I stare at that well, curious about what’s at the bottom.”
What is underground?
"It's me!" Geng Laosan glanced at Wan Qiqi and smiled coldly. "A few years later, the village head brought back an old Taoist priest, who had an apprentice. Because they were brought back by the village head, we treated them very well and didn't consider them outsiders."
"Later, the old Taoist's apprentice left, and the village disappeared from the world!"
Wan Qiqi frowned. "Why?"
"When I climbed up from the well, all I saw was a distinctive waist tag."
Waist tag?
Wan Qiqi remembers that in ancient times, those who possessed waist tokens were all officials.
The waist tag served as an identification card for officials in the imperial court.
Geng Laosan's eyes were filled with hatred, yet also revealed a faint sadness.
He reached out and pinched Wan Qiqi's cheek, a cold smile playing on his lips. "The story is over. What conclusions have you drawn? Or rather, have you found a suitable way to break through?"
Wan Qiqi's face was pinched painfully, and she felt like her bones were about to be crushed, but she was still recalling the story that Geng Laosan had told her.
What was he trying to say by saying this?
Does this mean that government officials infiltrated the village and massacred its inhabitants?
Before she could answer, Geng Laosan pushed her backward until she hit the railing, leaving half of her body hanging in mid-air.
Wan Qiqi's waist hit the railing, and before she could even feel the pain, the half of her body hanging out of the railing made her break out in a cold sweat.
Behind them was a steep cliff; if Geng Laosan let go, she would fall and be never seen again.
She didn't want to die!
He forcefully broke free of his bound hands and clung tightly to the railing, seeking a sense of security.
Even so, she could not shake off the fear in her heart.
Geng Laosan seemed to enjoy the thrill of having human lives in his hands. When he saw the fear on Wan Qiqi's face, he suddenly laughed.
Then, he pulled the person back.
Wan Qiqi's back hit the railing, and the pain made her fall to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes.
Damn it... I'll make Geng Laosan pay the price sooner or later.
This guy is just making a fool of himself!
Geng Laosan was indeed intelligent, but also violent and even somewhat arrogant.
It seems that letting him know all his plans and the location of the mountain stronghold poses no threat to him.
He seemed to enjoy letting others know what was going to happen next, while appearing powerless to do anything about it.
Geng Laosan glanced at Wan Qiqi, seemingly losing interest again, and said to the bandits below the observation platform: "Take back what she stole and keep a close watch on her. If she disappears, you will pay with your lives."
He spoke of it casually, as if human lives were mere grasshoppers in his hands, at his mercy.
Wan Qiqi gritted her teeth, the jewelry she had painstakingly found was gone again.
The wind swept up the white clouds, adding a touch of haziness to the night.
Chen Yongnian sat under the dim night sky, looking at the broken hook in the sky, and longing welled up in his heart.
In previous years, he also left home to perform corvée labor. Although he missed home, it was not as much as he misses it now.
Wan Qiqi's smiling face seemed to be under a spell, appearing in my mind again and again, impossible to shake off.
The thought of you is so poignant.
The thought of her being kidnapped by bandits weighed on his heart like a huge rock, making it hard for him to breathe.
Unable to sit still, Chen Yongnian could only practice his boxing in the night to try and relieve his unhappiness.
The more exhausted he became, the more he missed it.
"Alright! Stop practicing, come and sit down!"
A clear male voice reached Chen Yongnian's ears, and he immediately stopped and ran towards the source of the voice.
"Uncle-Master!" He raised his hand in greeting before sitting down.
The lanterns on the eaves creaked in the wind, and under the eaves sat a pot of fine wine, two small dishes, and two people sitting opposite each other.
Xie Xing took out two wine glasses. "Do you drink?"
Before Chen Yongnian could answer, he had already poured the wine.
The wine is poured into the glass, and its aroma fills the air, making it intoxicating.
Chen Yongnian looked at the wine glass in front of him, somewhat at a loss. "I...I don't drink."
It's not that he doesn't drink, but rather that he hasn't drunk alcohol since his wedding.
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