Chapter Forty-Four: Visitors (Part One)

How could they not panic?
The pit was only half dug, and some twenty bandit corpses lay piled to one side. If outsiders were to stumble upon this scene... Just thinking about it made Mao Hongling's scalp tingle to the point of bursting.
"Could it be that the authorities have been alerted?" Pei Yun's pretty face turned somewhat pale, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We have already killed three groups of bandits. There are over a dozen people hanging from the trees; although they were gagged so they couldn't make a sound, it's still far too conspicuous. Passersby might have seen something and gone to report it to the magistrates."

Fan Ping'an jumped up from the ground and began his training, which naturally included Ming's favorite activity—beating Fan Ping'an up, under the fine-sounding pretext of fostering his growth.

Whether bows and crossbows, scaling ladders, or catapults and the impending battering rams, these all belonged to the realm of military technology. Even if they had not reached a qualitative leap, they were massive improvements. Xiao Yi's knowledge from posterity played a tremendous role here, making the fierce and battle-hardened Trapping Army even more formidable.

"What elder brother says is true. Indeed, at this rate, Xiao Yi's momentum surpasses even that of Dong Zhuo back in the day!" These words caused Guan Yu's willow-leaf eyebrows to furrow tightly. Even Dong Zhuo in his prime would fall somewhat short compared to Xiao Yi, and once such a man became an enemy, he would be terrifyingly dangerous.

This night was devoid of twinkling stars, and the moonlight, refusing to show any favor, hid away within the darkness. The earth was pitch black, and from deep within the forest came the gleam of bloodthirsty, greedy animal pupils. They watched the forest edge alertly, as if simply waiting for human beings to appear so they could charge out en masse to bite them to death and devour them in a feeding frenzy.

Unexpectedly, another large ship arrived from the sea, disembarking a dozen or so exotic human warriors at the late stage of the Martial Saint realm.

It is no exaggeration to say that the status of the common people of the Great Shun Dynasty had been elevated to an unprecedented height. No longer oppressed by officials and powerful nobles, they now possessed a gateway to appeal their grievances.

The moment Jiang Yi turned his head, the person who had called out to him arrived before him. It was a lean man with long hair and rat-like whiskers.

Among them was also the blue-robed middle-aged man who had previously come to the God of War Academy to demand an explanation for a crime, only to flee in disarray.

After just a moment's effort, a dark-skinned, sturdy-bodied fellow came running over in the company of Er Gouzi. Though called an old peasant, he was only around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, yet in the late Han dynasty, one could already call oneself an old man at thirty-six. With the bitter cold of the northern lands and exposure to wind and sun, his appearance was naturally far more aged.

Ten steps, nine steps. Lin Feng was a mere hair's breadth away from She Qiong; he needed only to take one large stride to arrive directly before her.

Only then did Lin Xi smile with reassurance, stepping out of the room with him. Without even sparing a moment to eat the midday meal she had prepared, she hurried off in haste, leaving this "home" behind.

Ning Xia's nose twitched crookedly. This fellow really overestimated her; was there any vixen as plain and unadorned as her? Regardless of what he scolded her for, she would ignore him for the time being—soon enough, there would come a moment when he would be spitting blood in frustration.

Having finished instructing Zhuzi on his tasks, Wan Qiyang turned to find Zhao Long and two other brothers by his side.

Ever since the story concluded earlier, they had already received their next mission: to head to the Zhou family's detached courtyard.

Being all in their late teens or early twenties, they were relatively enthusiastic about such activities. Thus, the moment Bao Weiwei and the others walked into the exhibition venue, they were startled by the sea of humanity crowding the place.

"That monster?" Hearing Murong Wanqing's words, Shen Haoxuan's brow furrowed deeply. It was connected to that monster again; what on earth was that creature?

"You truly deserve it. If not for the fear that a fellow like you might panic and flee, requiring no end of effort to kill you, how could I possibly have restrained my own aura?" The Azure Dragon remarked with a trace of emotional sentiment.

Seeming not to notice Xuejian's warning look, Zhou Bo gazed down into the distance—heaven knows what on earth he was looking at! In any case, behind him, Young Master Song's expression was already exceptionally unkind.

"Hmph, that's only if she can beat me first!" Junlin feigned a disdainful wave of his hand, acting utterly smug.