Silence returned to the woods.
There was only the sound of the wind blowing and Luo Qingzhou's heavy breathing.
He stood there, his chest heaving violently.
His clothes were torn and his body was covered with bruises.
The skin in many places had been cracked and bloody.
The pain came in waves.
There was still a strong smell of blood in my mouth and throat.
All the muscles in my body began to tremble and my legs began to feel weak.
It wasn't because I was scared because it was my first time killing someone, but because my body and mind had been tense for too long and finally relaxed...
After a while.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered a few steps, leaned against the big tree behind him, and slowly sat down.
“Hu…Hu…”
The heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent forest.
Looking at the corpses and blood in front of me, thinking about the life-and-death battle just now, I suddenly felt like I was dreaming.
He actually survived.
Another moment passed.
Xiao Diefang stood out from the bushes not far away, still holding the dagger tightly in her hand. She ran over with a pale face and cried, "Master..."
"I'm fine, go search his body..."
Luo Qingzhou stopped her from approaching. His whole body was aching and his fists were trembling slightly. The flesh on his fists had burst and was bloody and could not be touched.
Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, holding the dagger, and walked tremblingly to the body of the thin man.
Although she was scared, she knew that she had to be strong and brave at this time.
The young master needs her!
She stretched out her trembling little hand and touched the bloody corpse.
"Sir, one... one purse..."
The thin man was only carrying a light yellow purse.
Xiaodie took it out.
"Nothing else?"
Luo Qingzhou asked, panting.
Xiaodie touched it again, shook her head, and said in a trembling voice: "No, no."
Luo Qingzhou's eyes flashed and he frowned.
This man is a warrior, it is impossible that he only has a purse on him.
At least there should be a lot of silver, right
He looked at the purse in Xiaodie's hand and saw that it was bulging. He said, "Open it and see what's inside."
Upon hearing this, Xiaodie opened her purse tremblingly.
But the strange thing is that although the wallet looks bulging from the outside, there is actually nothing inside.
Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had seen it wrong. She looked outside, then inside, and touched it many times, but it was still empty and she didn't touch anything.
The little girl blinked, her face full of surprise and confusion.
"Storage bag?"
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a name inexplicably emerged in his mind.
He suddenly became excited.
If it really is a storage bag, then this time it’s worth it!
There should be a lot of stuff in there!
"Xiaodie, give me the things and help me up!"
He struggled to stand up.
Xiaodie hurried over, handed the purse in her hand to him, and helped him stand up.
"Let's go and see if anyone else has anything on them."
Now is not the time to check the harvest, we have to leave this place quickly.
He carefully put the palm-sized purse into his pocket and decided to visit Jubao Pavilion after returning.
Xiaodie supported him and walked towards the path down the mountain outside.
Luo Qingzhou searched all the bodies.
It was very strange that there was nothing on the other corpses, not even a tael of silver.
This further proves that this purse is not simple.
The thin man was a warrior, and perhaps all the other people’s belongings were in this purse.
There should be something else in there besides silver!
He became more and more excited.
"Let's go, Xiaodie, down the mountain."
He rested for a while, practiced his internal energy several times, and the pain in his body was relieved a lot.
He still has plenty of physical and mental strength.
After walking a few steps down the mountain, he suddenly stopped and looked at the winding path at the foot of the mountain.
After a pause, he said, "Xiaodie, listen."
He looked serious and said, "Go down this road first. Remember, don't stop, keep going down and wait for me at the three-way intersection below. Don't look around on the way."
Xiaodie's face changed slightly when she heard this: "Master, you..."
"Don't be afraid, I'll follow you from the nearby woods. It's okay, just keep moving forward and don't look at me."
Luo Qingzhou gave a few more instructions and walked into the woods nearby.
Although Xiaodie was confused and afraid, she did not hesitate any longer and immediately walked down the path she had just taken up the mountain.
She was feeling uneasy, and her little face was still pale and frightened because of what had just happened.
Her legs went weak and she nearly fell down several times.
Fortunately, we walked all the way to the foot of the mountain and nothing happened.
She heaved a sigh of relief and wanted to turn her head to look at the young master in the woods, but thinking of what the young master had just told her, she had to hold back and continued walking forward.
Soon, we walked onto the forked path ahead and continued forward.
At the foot of the mountain, it was quiet.
Occasionally, the sound of birds can be heard, which is particularly loud and clear in the empty and silent forest.
"Gu...Gu..."
A bird chirped as it flew through the air.
In the dense forest on the other side of the downhill path.
Not long after Xiaodie left, a figure slowly walked out from behind a bush. Looking at her petite figure walking away, a hint of doubt appeared on his gloomy face: "It seems to be successful... But how did you put this little girl down?"
He glanced up the mountain, waited for a moment, and then walked up quickly.
No matter what, I want to see the person alive or the body dead.
He had to see the boy's body with his own eyes before he could go back and report.
The mountain breeze blew through the forest.
Soon, a strong smell of blood wafted in the wind.
His eyes fixed, and he quickened his pace, sneering in his heart: "It's a good thing for that kid to die here. After all, being with his bitch mother can be considered a reunion of mother and son."
He climbed a little further and finally saw the body lying on the ground not far above.
The head of the corpse was sunken and it fell in a pool of blood, and its appearance could no longer be seen.
"That boy died tragically..."
He thought this in his mind, suppressed his nausea, and ran straight up.
But when he ran closer and looked at the corpse carefully, he was suddenly shocked and his face changed!
Not that boy!
His face was full of astonishment. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and looked towards the forest next to him.
The smell of blood is stronger.
There are dead bodies there too!
His heart suddenly started beating faster, his face turned pale, and he ran over in a hurry.
There was also a body lying on the ground at the outermost part of the woods.
His chest was sunken, his eyes were wide open, and he died with fear on his face...
Still not that boy!
His legs began to feel weak and he raised his head, looking deeper into the woods.
Several more corpses appeared in the forest...
His face turned pale instantly, his heart was filled with fear, and his whole body was shaking, as if he had thought of something terrible.
"Are you looking for me?"
At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded behind him, like a thunder, which scared him so much that he turned around!
It is still that familiar handsome face.
However, the inferiority, timidity and timidity that had always been on this face had disappeared, and instead, there was a terrifying calmness.
As calm as the deep ocean.
Wang Pu's teeth chattered, his face turned pale, and he forced an ugly smile on his face, stammering: "Third... Third Young Master, why... why are you here?"
Luo Qingzhou stared into his eyes: "You have a dagger in your hand, are you going to kill me?"
Wang Pu's hands, which were tucked in his sleeves, trembled suddenly, and then a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He suddenly let out a hoarse roar from his throat. Like a desperate beast, the dagger in his sleeve stabbed fiercely into his chest!
"Go to hell—"
But just as the sharp dagger reached the chest, it was pinched by two fingers.
No matter how hard he roared and thrust, he could not advance even an inch, as if he had stabbed into a piece of hard iron!
Wang Pu suddenly raised his head and looked at the skinny boy in front of him with an expression of disbelief and astonishment on his face: "You... you are..."
"Bang!"
Luo Qingzhou punched him in the chest.
“Crack!”
A crisp sound.
Wang Pu fell to the ground with his chest sunken and ribs broken. A large amount of blood gushed out of his throat, instantly filling his mouth and nose.
He opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, and raised his fingers with difficulty, as if he wanted to speak, but blood continued to flow from his mouth and nose.
"I am a scholar... Didn't you know that long ago?"
After Luo Qingzhou finished speaking, he stepped on his sunken chest. Without waiting for him to make any sound, he exerted force suddenly, and with a "puff" sound, he crushed his heart.
Then he turned around and went down the mountain.
The mountain breeze blew past, and my clothes fluttered.
Wang Pu stared with eyes wide open, tilted his head, and looked at his tall back with bloodshot eyes, which gradually went away...
"Book... Scholar..."
Blood gushed from his throat as he uttered his last desperate sound.
Then, he died completely.