Chapter 239: Entering the Mysterious Forest of Traps (2/2)

This forest had no dense black arrows, hidden steel nail beds, or secret tunnels or traps, but it was even more dreadful, because the lethal swamps were silent, mysterious and weird.

”Whoosh! Whoosh!” Quiet trees suddenly jumped among Murong Xue, Ouyang Shaochen, and Wu Hen. And in a blink of an eye, the three of them were separated. Branches and leaves swayed automatically without wind, rotating and blowing wildly towards her.

Murong Xue squinted her eyes. Holding her soft sword, she quickly and relentlessly chopped down the branches and leaves stretching out towards her.

Countless branches and leaves kept on rushing towards her in batches. Murong Xue frowned tightly. After tapping the ground with her tiptoe gently, she rose into the air. The soft sword in her hand was ruthlessly drawn towards the highest branch of the tallest tree in the center. With a sound of ”crack”, the branch broke and fell to the ground. The whole forest instantly quieted down...

Murong Xue lightly landed on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the towering trees, her stare were as cold as ice. The traps set by people from Nanjiang were mysterious, strange and different. The fact that the soldiers of Qingyan died in them was not too humiliating...

Murong Xue looked around and saw no one except herself in the woods, while Ouyang Shaochen and Wu Hen were nowhere to be found.

She frowned and called out loudly, ”Heir Ouyang... Can you hear me?”

Everything around her was quiet. The only answer she received was silence.

“Wu Hen…” Murong Xue called out again.

Still, the only response was dead silence.

Murong Xue frowned at the thought that these “trees” had separated the three of them. Ouyang Shaochen and Wu Hen might have been far away from her...

With the help of only one forest, they could create so many strange traps. People from Nnajiang were indeed cunning and tough to deal with. Judging from the density of the traps, this place should be the hinterland of the forest, where it would be dangerous to stay long....

Murong Xue looked around carefully and walked briskly towards one direction.

After walking for quite a while, Murong Xue found that the fog was gradually becoming thinner. The further she went, the thinner the fog became, which gradually turned from dark gray to gray, light gray, off-white, white and finally, faint pink...

What was happening?

Murong Xue frowned in confusion. She carefully avoided the swamp on both sides of her while stepping forward slowly along the middle of a one-foot-wide hard ground...

”Come on, let’s have a drink!” High-pitched voices rang one after another. Murong Xue looked up and saw several soldiers from Nanjiang. In shining armor, they were sitting around the bonfire on the open ground outside the forest, drinking and teasing each other.

In the middle of the open area stood three tall, thin wooden pillars, to which three soldiers covered in mud were tied with their heads lowered. Whether they were dead or alive was still unknown.

A soldier from Nanjiang grabbed a piece of meat and gnawed at it. He glanced at the captured soldiers of Qingyan, who was still unconscious, and mysteriously lowered his voice, ”It is such a rare opportunity that we have caught living soldiers of Qingyan. Do you want to have some fun with them?”

“How?” asked the other soldiers with sparkling eyes.

”Well, that’s simple.” The man smiled strangely, put down the food in his hand, marched to the front of a Qingyan soldier, pulled out a dagger from his boot, and plunged it into the man's shoulder maliciously...