Chapter 3 (1/2)

”Heh, third master see I didn’t lie to you, when we were foraging before we stayed here, there are still side houses in the temple. There’s a clearing 4-5 meters all around and there are several rooms inside the side houses, we can sleep quietly in there. Let’s rest and recharge for dawn tomorrow, we’ll be receiving goods and women, hehe!” He laughed twice after speaking, looking very vulgar.

The three men went inside the temple, it looked a little worn down but it was very s.p.a.cious.

A shrine was in front of them and in the backyard were several side houses linked together, with a garden in the middle. The flowerbeds had long been abandoned and shrubs half the height of a man grew there instead.

The middle-aged mountain bandit searched around a little and discovered no human trace in this temple. He ordered: ”You keep guard for now and switch at midnight, do it seriously.”

Said there he strutted in a side house. He saw the bed had long broken down and there was only a heap of dry straw left, he simply threw together some firewood and started a bonfire, kicking the straw away from the fire, then immediately started to sleep soundly.

The night was chilly. Was the bandit keeping vigil willing to be frozen stiff like this? Of course not, he likewise started a bonfire and sat besides, boredly observing the surroundings from time to time.

Pei Ziyun quietly waited and made no move.

One, he was waiting for the two bandits inside to fall asleep, and two, he was waiting for the bandit sentry to get tired.

In the light of the fire, that bandit’s clothes looked so dirty they had became black. He was yawning boredly when suddenly he had to p.i.s.s. He stood up and went over to a corner.

At once Pei Ziyun took a deep breath and quietly stabbed forward in a flash.

”Puff!”

The bamboo spear’s tip wasn’t that sharp, yet running the man through proved to be surprisingly easy. This bandit only felt pain in his heart, and when he looked down he saw a bamboo spear stabbed through his chest. His mouth moved, about to shout.

At this moment a machete knife sliced across his throat just like that. There was only a puchi sound and blood splashed everywhere after his throat, windpipe and carotid artery were all sliced off.

Pei Ziyun clearly saw the bandit’s body bounce and make a smothered groan, then fall down heavily, his eyes bulging like a dead fish.

Pei Ziyun wordlessly wiped off the blood from his face. This kind of sound was unavoidable. He had just killed a man. Before the killing he still felt full of wrath, but now that it was done he had the urge to puke, a little.

”Still two left!” A bright light flashed across Pei Ziyun’s eyes after he had killed this man.

Right at this moment, another sleeping bandit suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. He looked at the moonlight outside and estimated it was soon time for his turn to stand guard.

He gathered his blade, standing up and stretching, ready to switch guard. When he went outside he saw a man sitting at the bonfire with his head hanging down. It looked like he had fallen asleep right where he sat.

”Oy, get up, let’s switch.” He walked forward but immediately felt something was wrong. There was a thick stench of blood in the air.

”Kill!” Pei Ziyun stabbed his bamboo spear forth.

”Puff!” This bandit had fast reflexes and cut off half the length of the bamboo spear with a back-handed slash from his saber.

At this time a blade slashed at his neck. The light reflected from the blade’s body and shone in his eyes, and he could only make out a vague shadow.

The bandit licked his lips, one side step was enough to avoid the machete knife. He charged forward with a ferocious smile and shouted loudly towards the incoming silhouette: ”Little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, go die for this grandfather!”

He wanted to call up the third master!

But he only managed two steps before his foot tripped, falling down before he could react.

”A tripping rope!” The bandit realized at once. Villagers often hunted animals this way. But even as the idea flashed through his mind, a blade light shone and sliced across his neck with a ”puchi” sound. Fresh blood sprayed forth from this bandit’s throat.

”Bang!” The corpse stirred a cloud of dust as it fell heavily on the ground.

”Who?”

The middle-aged bandit shouted. He’d already been woken up and by the time the bandit had fallen on the ground he had become totally alert. His hand subconsciously grabbed his weapon and he ran out.

With one glance he saw the two people he’d brought along laying on the ground, drenched with blood.

And in the distance there was a fleeing shadow, it had already reached the woods outside. The figure wasn’t big, looking very slim. It had already entered the woods carrying bamboo spear and machete.

”Little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you killed my Black Wind bandits and still want to run, go die!”

The middle-aged bandit knew what had happened at a single glance. His face suddenly twisted and his eyes turned blood red as he stormed forward.

Pei Ziyun looked back and realized the middle-aged bandit was pursuing him. Such speed wasn’t wasn’t something the other two bandits that had been killed could compare to.

In the previous life the village had handed the girl over, so he hadn’t seen this middle-aged bandit’s strength, but looking at it now he sure enough was a ferocious bandit. This time he made a big mistake letting himself be pursued.

The man behind caught up in only a few breaths’ time.

”b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I still have some dao arts left!” Pei Ziyun smiled coldly. The body’s original owner had learned dao arts, and although he himself hadn’t practiced any cultivation he still had some tricks even ordinary people could display.

Of course the power would be small, but in these woods, as long as he could slow the middle-aged man down he could find a way to restrain and kill him.