Chapter 32: Human Head Piles
The howling wind raged like madness.
Pouring rain at midnight, heaven and earth heaved.
Outside the largest warehouse, two hidden sentries hid behind the pillars, each drawing their bow and nocking an arrow, ready to fire.
This warehouse, it’s no exaggeration to call it a fortress, lacking any roof tiles or ridges, a perfect square built from solid stones, resembling an official’s hat.
The wall was smooth, offering no handholds. Only the iron gate in the center, constructed from multiple layers of sheet metal and a wooden core, could only be opened with a key.
Without a doubt, the contents of this warehouse were extremely important to Yang Lu and the Wanlong Pounding House.
Perhaps seeing that no one could break through under Yang Lu’s blockade, the nerves of these two hidden sentries gradually relaxed.
“Judging by the sound, is that Lin Shou Zhuo from Weihang Street?”
“Who cares who it is. With Master Yang in charge, they’re all going to die.”
“That’s true… These water carriers are lunatics. Their own men fell into the well, and they’re blaming our Pounding House without rhyme or reason! Good riddance!”
Large raindrops slid down the eaves, splashing against the face of the man on the left.
This man wiped his face and suddenly said, “Did our Pounding House really do this? I heard many people died at the water station, and only one survived, an old man surnamed Chen?”
The other man shook his head,
“Whether our Pounding House killed the others, I don’t know. But Old Man Chen falling into the well definitely wasn’t us!”
“Why?”
The sound of wind and rain mingled, as if ten thousand peaks were collapsing.
The sounds of fighting from the front courtyard grew more intense.
In front of the warehouse, this man’s face showed a hint of mockery, and he chuckled,
“If our Pounding House had really done it, how could Old Man Chen, who can barely pee straight, have survived?
Even if he survived, while lying in bed recovering, he’d be assassinated again… In any case, he wouldn’t have lived, or it would be too embarrassing for our Pounding House!”
“That makes sense!”
The man on the right nodded in agreement.
Again, torrents of rain slid down the eaves, traveling several zhang before smashing onto the head of the man on the left.
This man felt his head suddenly become heavy and instinctively shook his head.
Then he noticed his colleague opposite him suddenly looked terrified, staring at his… head?
“What’s wrong?” the man asked strangely.
“Your head, your head…” The voice was sharp and a little hoarse.
This man released the bowstring, held the bow with one hand, and bent down to fix his hair.
His hand felt only wetness, nothing unusual.
Whoosh!
A cool breeze swept past his ear. The man looked up and said,
“What’s wrong with my head? It’s fine…”
His voice cut off abruptly.
For, a few paces away behind the pillar, it was empty, with no one in sight.
Only the wind and rain beat down continuously.
His companion, who had been speaking just moments ago, had vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye?!
“Not good!”
The man’s face changed drastically. The muscles in his arms rippled like earthworms, and he suddenly drew his bowstring taut like a full moon, guarding in all directions.
“Are you looking for me?”
Suddenly, a calm voice came from directly behind the man.
His heart skipped a beat, then he heard a fierce gust of wind behind his ear. Before he could react, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.
Chen Shun’an grabbed one under each arm, scaled the wall, and leaped like a flying swallow out of the rice barn, hiding under a rocky hill not far from the outer wall.
In a flash, he had captured two third-rate warriors.
Chen Shun’an’s heart pounded, his old face flushed red.
He considered himself experienced, having engaged in sneak attacks, poisoning, and backstabbing…
But to silently step on someone’s head like this, capturing an enemy as if he were a ghost,
This was truly the first time!
Stepping on someone’s head was indeed quite a thrill!
Without hesitation, Chen Shun’an took a rag, stuffed it into their mouths, and with a swift stroke of his blade, severed both their Achilles tendons.
The two woke up in pain, opening their eyes to a rainy night.
A person in black stood silently with a knife, their face indistinguishable, walking towards them step by step.
The two immediately showed looks of terror.
Before long, a small crimson stream flowed slowly along the muddy ridge.
The smell of blood hadn’t spread far before it was washed away by the night rain.
【Wish +9】
【Wish +7】
【Wish: 175 —— >191】
“So little?”
Chen Shun’an’s eyes showed surprise.
But after a moment’s thought, he suddenly understood.
It must have been due to time constraints, insufficient foreplay, and their fear not being fully ignited.
“It’s fine, let Instructor Lin suffer a bit more…”
Chen Shun’an immediately wiped the bloodstains from his flying knife, took two steps, and turned back into the rice barn.
…
Huo Yue hid behind the outer wall, took out his hemp-backed bow, his eyes grave as he stared intently at Yang Lu not far away.
Huo Yue was soaked to the bone, it was impossible to tell if it was sweat or rainwater.
Instructor Lin truly deserved the moniker “Great Accomplishment Ape.” His Jade Network Connected Robe had long reached Great Accomplishment, and his Jade Tree had been tempered to the extreme for this realm.
Wearing high-grade gloves, along with seven or eight second-rate warriors, he was holding Yang Lu back.
Given this, Lin Shou Zhuo and the others were also in grave danger.
Yang Lu’s face was as cold as frost, his eyes bloodshot. He swung his arms like a great bug striking, and with every movement, waves of ferocious, spiraling force twisted and churned beneath his skin, muscles, and tendons.
A graze meant injury, a touch meant death.
Apart from Instructor Lin, the other second-rate warriors could only flee in panic, fighting him from the outside.
In the end, Yang Lu even prostrated himself on the ground, his arms bent, his legs stretched, resembling a ferocious, mottled tiger!
Crouching Tiger Force, Hard Qi Gong!
Yang Lu was a contemporary of “Senior Lu” mentioned by Sun Xiao and others, a prominent figure in Wuqing County in his day.
However, Yang Lu’s cultivation went awry. He observed great bugs and was tainted by their ferocity, his eye thief regenerating after being severed. He had to mend his ways and suffered from illness for many years.
This led to his nickname, “Sickly Big Bug.”
And now, facing the combined assault of Lin Shou Zhuo and others, Yang Lu was gradually getting truly angry.
His gaze would occasionally sweep towards Huo Yue.
Clearly, his subconscious intuition made him sense the presence of a hidden archer there, which diverted some of his attention.
Upon reaching the First-rate Realm and gradually slaying the Six Thieves, the Spiritual Mechanism had formed. When facing an enemy, it felt like being burned by fire, often granting premonitory abilities, allowing the physical body to warn of danger.
Thus, Huo Yue dared not loose an arrow carelessly.
He only had one chance.
And the opposing side also had archers, even quite a few of them.
If he were to shoot and miss, his position would be discovered by the other archers, regardless of success.
Therefore, if his attack failed, Yang Lu, relieved of this pressure, would likely break through Lin Shou Zhuo’s combined efforts immediately.
Now, both sides seemed to be locked in a stalemate.
The water station’s side needed to quickly eliminate the hidden archers and the rest of the Pounding House members to concentrate their full strength on surrounding and killing Yang Lu.
The Pounding House’s side, on the other hand, only needed to maintain their formation, withstand the frantic attacks of the water carriers, and wait for Master Yang to reclaim his former glory.
At this moment,
In Huo Yue’s peripheral vision, he could still see Zhuo Shu Zhu and others dodging and weaving, executing a series of maneuvers, and consecutively killing several people.
But… it was too slow!
“Ah!!”
It was at this moment that a shrill scream erupted from the back courtyard.
Then, a Pounding House Gang Member rolled down from the roof ridge of the rice barn, landing on his back in the courtyard, lifeless.
Huo Yue saw clearly that a gleaming flying knife was lodged in the man’s throat.
A throat stab!
