Chapter 240: In Danger (1/2)
Translator: Flying Lines
“Ah!” A Qing Yan soldier screeched and became sober again, blood gushing from his shoulder. “Bastard, you might as well kill me if you are bold enough. Don’t waste your time torturing me...”
“I’m impressed. Since you are seeking your own doom, I will satisfy you right now!” A soldier from Nanjiang said in arrogance before spraying a bag of powder on the trapped soldier’s body. Suddenly, with plumes of smoke rising, the soldier’s clothes, flesh and bones began to melt...
His scream was shrill enough to pierce the clouds.
He struggled violently, his eyes bloodshot, blue veins bared on his forehead. However, all the effort was in vain. His limbs, torso, and head were reduced gradually to a pool of pungent blood dripping on the ground...
Murong Xue frowned. What was that? Flesh Melting Powder? Why would a common soldier own such deadly poison?
“This looks interesting. My turn!” Another soldier with a bamboo tube in his hand rose to his feet before rushing to the soldier tied to the wooden pillar in excitement.
“That’s the last tube. Don’t squander it,” his evil partner warned him.
“Got it!” He opened the lid with a nod. With a plume of light pink smoke rising from the bamboo tube, he sprinkled it to the Qing Yan soldier’s face.
With a scream, the soldier’s body twisted violently before turning into a dried corpse in a moment due to the strong efficacy of the poison...
Murong Xue squinted her pretty eyes. Since the light pink powder was lethal, would the pink smoke be poisonous as well? If it were, this forest did live up to its fame...
“Since your buddies have all been killed, it’s your turn now, ha-ha!” The Nanjiang soldier approached the last Qingyan soldier unhurriedly with a smirk and pointed at his face with the bamboo tube...
The Qingyan soldier opened his eyes slowly, fixing his enemy with a furious stare. “You will suffer from a much more miserable death someday...”
Upon hearing the laddish voice full of hatred and resoluteness, Murong Xue immediately realized that the only survivor in their words was Murong Ye!
“Stop bragging! I will show you what miserableness feels like...” The soldier said ferociously when he was about to open the bamboo tube.
Squinting her sharp eyes, Murong Xue tapped the ground with her tiptoe and flash moved to that soldier by touching the ground lightly with her tiptoe, seized the bamboo tube, knocked it backward and spurted the light pink powder directly to her enemy’s face...
“Ah...” He fell to the ground with a screech, his strong huddling body rolling about while turning into a dried corpse rapidly...
“Brother!” As stunned as they were, the soldiers from Nanjiang gathering around the bonfire bared the sabers and thrust at Murong Xue mercilessly in an instant...
With a snort, Murong Xue darted toward them with the soft sword in her hand before swishing it violently in the air. Streams of blood kept spurting out from her enemies...
The soldiers from Nanjiang froze at once and slumped to the ground with their eyes wide open, full of shock and disbelief.