Chapter 125 (2/2)

Some of the group finally couldn’t endure the pressure as they opened fire all around them.

These people were carrying hunting guns and rifles, the accuracy of these firearms when shooting intermittently was good, but when used recklessly like this, they had no use other than to scare the counterpart.

But Qin Lang was clearly not scared, he waited for these guys to finish shooting and made his move when these guys were reloading their firearms. Using the scorpion climbs the wall movement technique, he quietly approached them. His body was concealed and he could clearly observe this group’s movements, waiting for the optimum opportunity to make his move.

When Qin Lang made his move, he used mantis blade and not scorpion technique. He was like a scorpion when he approached his targets, but was as quick as a mantis when taking actions.

Scorpion for concealment and mantis for hunting.

After close to two hours of this ‘guerilla tactics’, all these shooters of Qinghuan group were unconscious within the woods.

Right now, the sky was completely dark. Making use of the hazy moonlight, Qin Lang quietly neared the fortress village.

He naturally wouldn’t force through the fortress village entrance. He chose to enter from the western side of the fortress village. That side was closed off by five-six meters tall rocks, but as far as Qin Lang was concerned, stone walls couldn’t even be said to be obstacles. As long as there were supports to borrow strength from, he would be able to climb over them with his bare hands, no matter how tall the walls were.

In less than a minute, Qin Lang climbed over the five-six meters tall wall.

Now, by occupying the high ground, the situation inside the fortress village was clear to Qin Lang.

The size of this fortress village was similar to a normal village. There were over hundred houses of all sizes. The upper floors of these houses were used as living quarters and the bottom floors were used for keeping livestocks and toilets. It was a typical Qiang building, even Qin Lang somewhat suspected that Qing Heyun was a Qiang ethnic person.

Among these buildings, there was a very imposing house; this house was located right in the middle of the fortress village, it was completely made of stone bricks and had a total of three floors, the wood used for windows and doors were new. Moreover, it had its own small courtyard. This was the sole villa in this village.

Needless to say, Qin Lang could guess this was Qing Heyun’s residence.

Qin Lang quietly slid down the wall, then he moved towards Qing Heyun’s villa with a cat like posture.

While moving towards the villa, Qin Lang kept on issuing low whistling sounds. But in the middle of the chirps and cries of birds and insects, Qin Lang’s whistling sound wasn’t distinct.

There were occasional patrolling squads within the fortified village. But since everyone thought Qin Lang was fleeing for his life, the patrolling squads within the village weren’t tensed.

Qin Lang reached the villa.

Right at this moment, sounds of dogs barking were heard.

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