sinovels Chapter 76 The Journey
Chapter 76 The Journey
Yang Silang remained calm and asked in return.
"Just borrowing travel expenses? Not anything else?"
The self-proclaimed Bloodhand Butcher was taken aback, then burst into laughter and clapped his hands.
"Brother, you're certainly a man of few words..."
"I don't like owing favors to people. If I borrow something from someone, the thought of having to return it makes me feel uncomfortable."
"So..." His voice deepened, and he suddenly leaped forward, his knife already brought down on your head, "I'll have no choice but to lend you my life again! Only when my creditor is dead can I have peace of mind!"
As he drew his sword, his two companions jumped to the left and right to create distance, then pushed off the ground and charged towards Yang Silang.
The three of them coordinated their attacks immediately, their blades flashing fiercely, blocking Yang Silang's every move and leaving him no room to dodge or move around. Clearly, they were used to working together!
Beneath his mask, Bloodhand Butcher wore a cruel smile, like a cat toying with a mouse.
The three of them would stage this kind of ambush on the black market a few times a year, and this time would be no different from the past. The other party would either be angry or scared, fight back or turn around and run away, but in the end, they could not escape death!
Then, in a flash, he saw "Blood Slaughterer" charging towards him instead of retreating. The eyes under the bamboo hat were not filled with fear, but with inexplicable excitement.
The other person's voice was passionate and fiery!
"What a coincidence, that's what I was thinking too!"
boom!
Fat Sheep didn't rely on weapons; he simply raised a fist and smashed it at him with his bare hand, accompanied by a heavy, whistling sound.
The fist arrived faster than he could swing his knife, and he watched helplessly as the opponent's bronze fist shot upwards like a cannonball, striking his blade with a clanging metallic sound.
As the opponent threw a punch, the bones inside his body made a clanging sound, like the clanging of refined iron!
"Oh no, it's an Iron Bone Martial Master!" Blood Hand Butcher's smile froze.
He was almost in tears!
He only concealed 30% of his strength, plus two henchmen!
And this fat sheep actually hid an entire realm! How cunning!
This isn't a fat sheep, it's a hungry wolf.
They thought they were hunters hunting their prey, but now they see the three of them as the fat sheep!
boom!
The fist collided with the steel knife, leaving a white mark, nothing more.
Bloodhand Butcher screamed in agony, as if a mountain had crushed him. His wrist shattered into pieces, his arm broke into several pieces, and the steel knife rolled back, smashing into his chest with a cracking sound, turning him into a paper doll.
"Spare me..."
He let out a soft, kitten-like meow.
Yang Silang had already lunged forward, shrinking his body into the shape of a child in an instant, just in time to avoid the twin blades attacking from behind his head.
He pressed himself against the Bloodhand Butcher's leg, sprang up, and simultaneously his hands, shaped like eagle claws, reached forward, grabbing up and down!
Bloodhand Butcher felt a sharp pain in his ankle and lower back, let out a cry, and felt the world spinning before his eyes.
Yang Silang had already grabbed him with one hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he used him as a human stick, smashing him down on the two robbers behind him.
"what……"
Bloodhand Butcher screamed in agony. His opponent shuddered, and his entire skeleton seemed to shatter. The broken ribs, in particular, pierced his internal organs, making it impossible for even a god to save him.
Fortunately, he didn't have to put himself in a difficult position.
puff puff!
His two henchmen, unable to stop their knives in time, pierced his body with two fatal, large holes.
Yang Silang then lifted him up and used a sweeping staff technique to turn him into a flat, windmill-like figure...
call……
Bloodhand Butcher's head then clashed head-on with his underlings' heads in a brainstorming session, exploding into a shower of red and white flowers.
pat!
Yang Silang released his grip, and the three headless corpses fell down almost simultaneously, the stench of blood spreading everywhere.
He wiped the blood off his hands onto one of the men's clothes.
"With this level of skill, you dare to try and rob people, and pretend to be the Bloodthirsty Butcher?"
"How dare you?"
Three bronze-skinned warriors dared to block the way; they must be sent to their deaths.
As for the fact that the three people's heads were turned into a pile of mud, making it impossible to see their faces or find out their true identities, that doesn't matter, since they are already dead.
Yang Silang crouched down and searched the three corpses for a while, then stood up and cursed, "You poor bastard!"
Sure enough, the robbers also took precautions to avoid being robbed themselves. The three of them gave Yang Silang a total of more than four hundred taels of silver, but they didn't give him a single martial arts manual.
Well, this is a gift from heaven. It has honed my skills and given me money, so that's enough.
He looked up and around, then seemed to glance at the sky unintentionally, where a small dot appeared to be swirling beneath the dark clouds.
Yang Silang did not linger; he hurried away quickly.
After he had walked for a while, footsteps were heard in the woods.
Several black market guards wearing clown masks emerged from the jungle and marveled at the sight of the three headless corpses on the ground.
"Good heavens, look at these weapons, clothes, and builds—aren't these the Blood Hand Butcher Brothers? They always rob others, how come they got robbed today?"
"He died such a gruesome death? His head was even blown to bits!"
"Hey, what Blood Hand Butcher? It's probably a fake."
"Whether they're real or not, these three bronze-skinned warrior corpses are brimming with life force, their muscles firm and powerful. Perfect for taking back and feeding that demonic eagle!"
The group worked together to erase the traces on the ground, then carried the three corpses and disappeared into the jungle.
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Half a month later.
Yue'erwan Wharf outside Gongzhou Prefecture.
A riverboat is moored on the shore.
At the dock by the river.
A group of people gathered together to see someone off.
The Yang sisters, Nannan; Master Zhu, Xiong Shan, Li Erhu, Yan Tiansheng and others were all there, even the head of the Haihui, Monk Tiger, was there. In addition, Ding Xiaoji, who used to have a good relationship with Yang Silang and others, and Jiao Ada were also in the crowd.
A few meters away, a group of porters looked over, most of them newly recruited and unfamiliar faces.
Everyone was very envious, knowing that he was a legend among porters.
Among the porters, Song, with his slanted eyes, looked wearily at this group, wearing a tattered vest. He was filled with regret, thinking he should never have drunk that wine with Gao Laodao!
Yang Silang became a copper-skinned martial artist, so the head of the Hai Association dismissed him from his position as manager. After Yang Silang passed the martial arts examination, he was assigned to do odd jobs. Recently, the head of the association heard that Yang Silang was going to take the martial arts examination and suspected that he had become an iron-boned martial artist. Without saying a word, he ordered him to carry heavy loads as a laborer.
Slanted-eyed Song wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only desperately hold on, but he didn't know how long his frail body could last.
Yang Silang's eyesight was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he had already spotted the cross-eyed Song in the crowd, but he did not make a fuss.
He never asked for revenge against Slanted-Eyed Song, but of course, the little tricks Slanted-Eyed Song had done to him back then could not be kept from others.
As his martial arts improve, even if he doesn't say a word, the head of the Hai Association and others will deal with that guy.
Yang Silang bowed to everyone with his hands clasped.
"Please go back now, everyone. The round trip will only take about a month, and we will see each other again soon."
"Master Zhu, Zhu Tong and I will look after each other, so you don't need to worry."
Wang Daniu, standing beside him, patted his chest and assured everyone.
"Don't worry, everyone. With me, Da Niu, here, I'll take good care of Fourth Brother. Except for the martial arts exam, I won't let him get distracted!"
"With four grown men together, who would dare to mess with us?"
Today was the day that Yang Silang, Zhu Tong, Ma Qianli, and Wang Daniu were to set off for Jinjiang Prefecture, the provincial capital.
The first three of them were going to take the military examination.
Yang Silang was aiming to pass the imperial examination, while Zhu Tong and Ma Qianli were just participating to familiarize themselves with the venue and procedures, not expecting to pass this year.
In fact, it was because Yang Silang was going that the other two heard the news and decided to go with him, just to broaden their horizons.
As for Wang Daniu, he was essentially a pageboy, mainly responsible for running errands.
At this moment, the boatman Xiaoxin came over to urge them to set off, saying that it was time to depart and that they would be late if they were late. So everyone said goodbye and Yang Silang and the other three boarded the boat.
The oars sliced across the river, and the boat gradually sailed further and further away until it disappeared from sight.
The crowd dispersed.
The head of the Haihui Association urged the porters to get to work quickly.
Song, with his slanted eyes, carried a large bag and walked slowly.
Snapped!
A whip lashed his back.
"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"
The overseer, brandishing a whip, glared at him menacingly. This position hadn't existed before, but it had been created after the squinty-eyed Song became a porter.
Moreover, the whip was specifically aimed at him.
Slanted-eyed Song was knocked back, his back burning with pain, but he dared not say anything, swallowing his tears.
He cried out in his heart... If that fellow really becomes a martial arts graduate, will he still have a way to survive?