"Zhang Hong~~" Li Jia stood on a grassy slope and shouted to the forest ahead. He knew in his heart that the hope of finding him this way was too slim. But there were too many ruts on the road, and he couldn't tell which one was left by Hong Lifeng and his men.
Ji Yijun caught up from behind, panting and said, "We met up in front, but no one found any traces, so we split up to look for it. My dad and his men went around the back of the woods to look for it, and Ye Zi led his men to the other side of the road."
He kicked the grass on the hillside heavily, raising a large piece of dirt. "Ah, I've been so unlucky lately. I've run into a troublemaker like Zhang Hong. He caused us trouble when he was here, and he's causing us more trouble now that he's gone."
"Please be more careful with your words." Li Jia said with some dissatisfaction.
"Zhang Hong, this guy just asked for it. What's wrong with saying a few words to him?"
Upon hearing this, Li Jia angrily pushed Ji Yijun and threw him to the ground. "What are you talking about? If it wasn't you who caused the trouble, would they have disappeared? What are you thinking about?"
Ji Yijun's mouth twitched a few times, he snorted and said nothing.
"I can see that you just won't accept it." Li Jia said angrily, "Are you still hoping that Zhang Hong will never be found again, so that no one will know about the bad things you did?"
Ji Yijun jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and yelled at Li Jia: "You, don't talk nonsense."
Li Jia snorted, ignored him and called Zhang Hong's name again.
Ji Yijun clenched his fists and stared at Li Jia's back for a long time. A wave of resentment rushed to his head, and he chased after him. He grabbed Li Jia's arm and said, "Zhang Hong, that bad guy, always picks on you. Why do you always protect him? Now, to put it bluntly, all this is because of his cheapness! I don't think I did anything wrong!"
"I just see him as a companion. A companion who disagrees with me is still a companion. I am doing what I should do for my companion." Li Jiawei closed her eyes and shook her head. "But you attributed your own actions to others, but you don't see whether the bad things you have done are more excessive and more cross-border than his! What's the difference between this and stabbing someone with a knife when you disagree with him?"
"What qualifications does he have to be my companion? We come from the same place, so we are companions? Then I would rather choose a guy like Garcia, I like him!" Ji Yijun let go of Li Jia and walked angrily into the woods, suddenly shouting: "Zhang Hong, you bastard, get out and see your grandfather!"
Li Jia suddenly felt exhausted and didn't want to say another word. He sighed and continued to go deeper into the woods to look for someone.
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Zhang Hong was awakened by the pain of the wound on his leg. His broken leg did not touch the ground, and every vibration of his body tore the broken end. He found that everything in front of him was dark, and his neck and arms were swollen from the ropes. He realized that he was put in a sack just like the last time he was beaten. After a while, he realized that his head was facing down, as if he was carried by the horse, and his chest and abdomen were stuck on the saddle, and he was constantly hit by the ups and downs of the horse's back.
He heard the sound of hurried hooves coming from all directions. There were many horses around him, and he was moving forward with a team of horses.
There was a foul smell at the tip of his nose, which made him feel sick. But soon something even more disgusting happened. The horse seemed to jump forward, and when it landed, his stomach was hit hard. He vomited, and the sour food and gastric juices were vomited into his hood. The smell was ten times stronger than before and made him feel like dying.
Where am I? These physical tortures left him little time to think about his situation.
There were scoldings from beside him. A rough voice roared: "This dead pig vomited. It should be made into sausage. He soiled Awan's pants. Damn it, these pants were just washed three months ago."
There was a loud laughter all around, and a thinner voice said, "Everyone knows that Awan likes cleanliness the most. You can't let this idiot off. You should make him swallow what he vomited, and even lick the sack clean."
"Yes. Orville, I have to stuff them back in, or I'll break this guy's other two legs. I bet he'll eat them obediently. Otherwise, all three of his legs will be broken. Ahahahaha."
"Awan's eyesight is not very good. This little guy has a face as pale as a lamb, arms as thin as straw, and as weak as a chicken. He fainted when we appeared. He definitely doesn't have a third leg. He must be a woman in disguise. No one in the village looks more like a woman than him." said another guy who leaked his words.
"Even if he is not a woman, he can definitely be used as a woman. His skin is whiter than my old lover." Another older voice laughed strangely.
The content of these people's conversation was really frightening, and Zhang Hong was frightened and sobered up a little, but he couldn't remember why he had fallen into this situation. However, the current situation seemed to have only one possibility: kidnapping.
Zhang Hong couldn't help crying, and his sobs became louder and louder.
The rider soon noticed his movements and yelled, "Damn it, this guy is disgusting. He cried to Uncle Awan. Uncle Awan hates to hear people cry. He just likes to twist the heads of crying guys to help them hold back their tears."
"You have to unscrew the bottom as well. A coward has more than one place to drain water."
Zhang Hong shuddered when he heard this and stopped talking. At this time, a few hoarse voices came from not far away: "Zhang Hong, Zhang Hong, is that you? Are you still alive?" Zhang Hong listened for a while before he realized that it was Hong Lifeng's voice. He was ecstatic at first, but then he realized that the other party must have been arrested, and his heart sank to the bottom again. These people were too vicious, he didn't dare to answer, but just closed his eyes, hoping that this was a nightmare and would pass quickly.
"Hey, the other pig is squealing too. You guys were too gentle. We're only halfway there and both of them are awake," said Orville.
"Then let them continue to sleep. This is what Awan is best at."
Zhang Hongxian heard a bang, and Hong Lifeng's screams stopped abruptly. Then a big hand covered his mouth, pressing the things he vomited onto his face. He began to struggle and twist, and then he was hit hard on the back of his head and lost consciousness again.
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The cold water rushed into his nostrils and mouth, flowed down his cheeks, and seeped into his collar, and Zhang Hong suddenly woke up. He was choked and coughed repeatedly, and each cough pulled his legs, making him want to scream in pain. He tried to shake the wet hair off his forehead, blinked desperately, and finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.
A tall, strong man stood on a stool with one foot, his hands on his hips, and looked at him with a slight bend. The man had a pair of wolf-like eyes. When Zhang Hong looked into their eyes, a huge fear spread from the bottom of his heart. A deadly breath was like a giant hand that clamped his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe. He was trembling, like a newborn kitten trembling in the cold wind. The man raised his mouth slightly and straightened up, like a wolf temporarily retracting its fangs, staring at its prey from a distance, ready to pounce on it and bite off its throat at any time.
Only then did Zhang Hong have the chance to take his eyes off the other person's eyes and glance around in panic.
This place looked like a dilapidated dungeon. Zhang Hong saw that Hong Lifeng was also splashed with water and was slowly waking up. Both of them had their hands tied behind their backs and were slumped against the wall of the dungeon.
The tall man had dark blond hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. He was about 30 or 40 years old. His skin was a little dark, his lips were a little purple, and his face was weathered. He wore a gray-white linen shirt on his upper body, blue woolen trousers on his lower body, and a somewhat worn leather belt with a golden buckle hung around his waist. A dagger and a scimitar were inserted into the belt. He wore a pair of black leather boots on his feet, and his toes on the stool kept tiptoeing. The man was actually quite handsome, but he exuded an lingering bloody smell.
There were two big men standing beside him, one of them had a long scar on his face, and was as burly as a wall. He was holding an empty bucket in his hand and grinning at the two men. He said to the man in the middle, "Boss, there is a fool and a coward here. Orville shot down the stronger one with an arrow from the woods, and then Awan rushed over and caught them effortlessly. It was easier than catching two chickens. Haha."
Zhang Hong looked at Hong Lifeng again and found that there was still an arrow stuck in his shoulder and blood had soaked half of his body.
"Boss, we also found this. The guy who was shot wanted to use this against us. This thing spewed out flames and almost hit Awan's head." Orville handed Hong Lifeng's rifle to the tall man, who took it in his hand and began to look through it.
"Bullshit, he didn't hurt me at all. I knocked the thing away with one axe. My axe is the most powerful." Awan said angrily.
"It looks like an alchemical tool? Humph, has anyone of you seen how they use this thing?" The tall man's voice was a little hoarse.
"It seems to be facing someone else, and then..."
With a "bang", the gun went off, and several people were startled. The bullet made a hole in the earth wall. The tall man walked over and touched the hole, then sneered and said to Awan: "When you don't activate your bloodline, it's enough to blow your head off. Although it's far inferior to my full-strength attack, it's still very useful against those idiots who have no fighting spirit and no bloodline." He threw the gun to Awan, who scratched his head embarrassedly.
"Who are you?" At this time, Hong Lifeng seemed to wake up. He looked up at the tall man and asked weakly.
The tall man smiled slightly, walked forward, grasped the arrow shaft on Hong Lifeng's shoulder, pushed it inward and twisted it, and Hong Lifeng immediately let out a miserable cry, "I don't like it when someone opens their mouth without asking questions! I really don't like it! But I'm in a good mood today, since you asked, I can answer your little question. My name is Cadiz, a wandering knight. Of course, some people also gave me a better name, calling me the 'King of Horse Thieves'."