Chapter 52

"Guandao, don't be hasty, and... hmm?"

Liu Wenpeng casually said half a sentence, then suddenly realized something was wrong. The scream seemed to be from Guanshui...

He abruptly turned around, and was instantly stunned.

He saw a large amount of yellowish-white substance splashing like rain, and Guandao, who usually looked very presentable, was shouting and dodging, but still got drenched from head to toe.

A foul smell hit him in the face.

"I'm furious!"

Guanshui was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

When he made his move, he had noticed that the person behind the wall had a slightly stronger aura than an ordinary person, and he didn't care at all.

But he forgot that behind the wall was actually a latrine.

For a moment, he didn't react, and was splattered with filth, which immediately enraged him. He turned back with a palm strike, intending to kill Li Er, who was vomiting uncontrollably behind the wall.

"Stop!"

Behind the collapsed latrine, Liu Qingqing, who had just arrived with a yellow-maned horse, shouted and threw a long sword.

Clang~

Guanshui flicked the sword away with a finger, and a look of surprise flashed across his angry face: "Young Master?"

"Uncle Guan, what are you... ugh?"

Liu Qingqing took two steps forward, and the stench immediately made him gag.

"Qing'er?"

Liu Wenpeng's face darkened, and he scolded: "How dare you attack Brother Guandao? Apologize immediately!"

"Uncle..."

Liu Qingqing held his breath and stepped forward, glancing at the two people, Li Er, who were vomiting uncontrollably, and his heart sank.

He hurriedly bowed and apologized:

"I was just in a hurry, Uncle, please don't be angry. These two are storytellers I invited from the city..."

"Hmph!"

Guanshui's anger had not subsided, and he didn't want to listen to any more. He turned and went to wash himself.

"Storytellers?"

Liu Wenpeng's face turned dark as he coldly glanced at the two people, Li Er, who were still vomiting on the ground:

"You were too rash!"

"Father, forgive me!"

Liu Qingqing was filled with fear.

He had asked someone to bring Li Er to the manor, while he went to the stables to pick a good horse for him as a farewell gift.

But he never expected that, in his absence, he almost cost Li Er his life.

"Someone!"

Liu Wenpeng coldly shouted, and the bailiffs outside hurriedly came in, ignoring the stench and pressed Li Er to the ground.

"Father, this is really a misunderstanding."

Liu Qingqing hurriedly pleaded.

"Hmph!"

Liu Wenpeng didn't even look at him, and coldly ordered the bailiffs to take him to the prison.

Li Er was so dizzy and weak from vomiting that he had no strength to argue, only feeling that he had run into the worst luck by meeting Liu Qingqing.

"Father!"

Liu Qingqing, in a panic, drew his sword to block the bailiffs, and said in a deep voice:

"Father, he is a guest I invited!"

"Rascal!"

Liu Wenpeng slammed his hand on the table.

Liu Qingqing's body trembled, but he gritted his teeth and didn't back down.

"You..."

The father and son looked at each other for a moment, and Liu Wenpeng's attitude softened:

"Uncle Guan was so embarrassed today, how could he let this person go? I'm doing this to save his life..."

He knew his son's temperament too well.

Rebellious since childhood, he was forced to study literature but only practiced martial arts, and spent a lot of time with commoners, developing a strong sense of chivalry and a desire to right wrongs.

If he were to kill someone in front of him, it would surely cause a big scene.

"This..."

Liu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, and then saw the dark face of Guanshui, and could only reluctantly agree.

This Guandao was mysterious and had high martial arts skills. Although he had undergone two blood transfusions, he was no match for him.

He could only sigh and step back:

"Mr., please bear with it for now..."

...

A night of northern wind, and another heavy snowfall.

The silver snow covered the recent battlefield, and the lingering bloodstains finally dissipated.

Swoosh~

In the snowstorm, several figures were watching the mountain stronghold from a distance.

These people were of varying heights, but all were strong and fierce, and even in the heavy snow, they wore short black clothes.

"Roar~"

The mastiff growled.

"Did you find something?"

The scar-faced man's face lit up, and he released the chain.

The mastiff, as big as a calf, immediately ran off, and the group followed closely behind. Soon, they arrived at a nearby wasteland.

"So many bodies..."

Someone whispered.

"There were two groups of people here. One group buried these bodies, and another group dug them up. The former might be the constables that the Lunsheng Sect's lunatics talked about?"

The man with the mustache frowned:

"Who dug up the graves?"

"The bones are shattered, the person who did this must be as strong as Wang Fobao! Where did Black Mountain City get such a skilled person?"

The scar-faced man looked at the heavy snow, his face dark. Under the snow, any traces would be impossible to find.

Just with a mastiff, it would definitely be impossible.

"The monk can run, but the temple can't!"

The man with the mustache chuckled, and looked in the direction of Black Mountain County:

"Once the big brother recovers, this blood feud will be repaid in blood! This Black Mountain City..."

"Is the big brother planning to attack Black Mountain City?"

The bandits' hearts skipped a beat, feeling uneasy.

Even a small county is still a city, different from a village. Not to mention whether they could capture it, even if they did, it would surely attract the army to besiege them.

Not to mention, with their current numbers, it was impossible to raid a city.

"Just us, of course, it's not enough."

The scar-faced man grinned, the scar on his face twisting like a centipede:

"These constables were killed fiercely, but I haven't been idle this month! There are still several powerful strongholds in Black Mountain!"

"Which ones agreed?"

The bandits were both surprised and delighted.

Black Mountain was vast, and although they were known as the Thirty Bandits of Black Mountain, they were only the largest. There were still a few others with slightly weaker strength.

"Those cowards only dare to raid the countryside and the commoners, how dare they offend the gentry in the city?"

The scar-faced bandit sneered:

"But once they see this village of bodies, I don't believe they can hold back!"

"Who will deal with Wang Fobao..."

The tall and thin bandit was still shaken.

Wang Fobao, despite being severely injured in Qingzhou, still managed to severely wound the big brother, who was bedridden for months.

And he was still fiercely aggressive even after being injured twice. During the last prison break, they were almost all killed.

Last time was a fluke, but what if they meet again?

"Wang Fobao..."

The scar-faced bandit's face darkened.

These days, he hadn't stopped thinking about killing that constable, but recalling that battle still made him shudder.

He was far from being his match.

"He? Of course, someone will deal with him..."

The man with the mustache spoke in a low voice:

"Not just him, even this skilled person will be dealt with."

"Is Third Brother talking about the Lunsheng Sect?"

The scar-faced bandit's heart skipped a beat, feeling wary:

"Are we really going to ally with those lunatics?"

"Everything will be decided once the big brother recovers. Otherwise, we can't control those other strongholds!"

He touched his lower back, his face as cold as ice, his eyes filled with hatred:

"Wang Fobao, the day we meet again won't be long!"