Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 62: Total Annihilation of the Army

Five miles southeast of Menghu Mountain, in the forest atop the treetops.

Looking at Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei, who were dragged out like dead dogs, Lifu Zi's thin face first showed astonishment, followed by some confusion. "Did they really do it? Won so cleanly?"

Qin Yuliu smiled faintly, his face exuding a charming demeanor. "They must have used some lowly methods like the Soft Bone Powder! It's in line with their identity as mountain bandits. Interesting! Interesting!"

Lifu Zi pondered for a moment. "Although the youngsters from the Chen and Murong families may not practice top-tier martial arts, they should still have some discernment, right?"

Qin Yuliu said, "It seems you have overlooked Xin Zhuo's disguise. This kid can see through human nature. In the situation where he had hostages and was fleeing in a panic, it was enough to make the youngsters from the Chen and Murong families lose their composure. Their cultivation is insufficient, and they are not cunning and sly. Naturally, they wouldn't be able to guard against it."

Lifu Zi couldn't help but stroke his beard and laugh heartily. "To break through a desperate situation so easily, it's refreshing! Truly refreshing! When I was young, I didn't have this kid's cunning!"

"Now, are you going to kill him?" Qin Yuliu asked coldly.

Lifu Zi stopped laughing and said calmly, "He won the silver for me. Why should I kill him? I suddenly quite like this kid. Pay up!"

Qin Yuliu lightly flipped his hand, and a bottle of pills appeared in his palm. On it were the words "Ten taels of silver" and the like. He threw it to Lifu Zi.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew from behind, as if the great trend of heaven and earth, the natural phenomenon, swept through the forest. In an instant, it returned to calm, but the faces of the people on the trees disappeared, falling heavily to the ground.

An old voice came from afar. "Four days later, give him the letter to enter the cabinet."

The two bowed and saluted. Qin Yuliu raised his head, a trace of doubt flashing across his face. "What if he runs away?"

"Capture him!"

"What if he doesn't run?"

"Observe his actions."

"Yes!"

...

"I have practiced martial arts for twenty years, diligently and earnestly, never slacking off for a single day. With a sincere heart and no desires, I dare not waste a single moment. Now, I have fallen into the hands of the villain Xin Zhuo, and I am truly unwilling. If there are successors, avenge me. My family, the Song family of Fufeng, and my master, the Divine Spear Villa, will surely express their gratitude..."

Deep in the cave, two torches were lit, casting a dim light that made the faces of the members of the Yuan and Song families look pale.

Song Dongxi was tied to the thickest stalagmite, rubbing his feet against each other with difficulty. He took off his right shoe, scraped his big toe, and wrote a line of blood words on the ground.

On the side, Yuan Yourong, with cracked lips and a desolate expression, glanced at him subconsciously and couldn't help but sneer. "Where did you learn to write secret messages? It's so obvious that the bandits can see it as soon as they come. Do you think they're blind?"

Song Dongxi ignored him, wiped off the line of blood words, and rewrote it.

Yuan Yourong quietly looked into the distance and saw that there was no one guarding them. His eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice. "Is there any possibility... of finding a way to escape?"

Song Dongxi sneered. "Can you move?"

Yuan Yourong glanced at the long coffin nails fixed between his shoulder blades, and thought of the cunning and ruthless female thief Cui Ying'er with her fox-like eyes. The light in his eyes disappeared.

Song Dongxi continued writing, but just then, a small mongrel dog with a tuft of red hair on its head ran over from a distance, sticking out its tongue and urinating on the blood words. In an instant, it became a mess. After finishing, the dog shook its butt in a human-like manner, turned its head, and smirked before leisurely walking away.

Insulted by a dog?

Song Dongxi was stunned for a moment, and roared to the sky, "Xin Zhuo, I will never share the same sky with you!"

Yuan Yourong looked at him in confusion. "What's gotten into you? What does a dog's action have to do with Xin Zhuo?"

"Even the dog he raised has become cunning. After peeing, it even shakes its butt. Is he still human?"

Makes sense! Yuan Yourong was also ignited with anger. "Xin Zhuo, you deserve to die!"

"Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei will definitely behead you in the wilderness, leaving you with no burial place!" Song Dongxi finally gave in, pinning his hopes on the Chen and Murong families.

Yuan Yourong's eyes lit up again. "Sister Guiyan and Second Brother Murong will definitely behead Xin Zhuo. We still have hope!"

"That's right!"

Without waiting for the two of them to vent their humiliation, there was a hurried sound of footsteps outside. Cui Ying'er, Han Qimeng, and other female bandits led a group of fierce Tiger Mountain bandits, dragging a group of weak people inside. Then, skillfully, they tied one person to a stalactite, with bloody coffin nails driven into their shoulders, looking painful.

Yuan Yourong, Song Dongxi, and the others watched eagerly, until they saw that it was Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei's group, their impassioned anger turned into bone-chilling coldness.

Hope can be great, but disappointment can be twice as much.

At this moment, Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei were still conscious, or rather, the drugs were not enough to make them pass out. They endured the immense pain in their bodies and looked at the two of them, their faces filled with confusion and helplessness.

Soon, Cui Ying'er and the others left without saying a word throughout the whole process.

The cave became quiet.

The four of them looked at each other in silence.

It seemed that anything they said would be too futile.

Then, they all looked at the moss-covered cave ceiling and fell into a silent daze.

A few days ago, they were notified to eliminate the bandits. They came with full determination, thinking that saving people and killing a small group of bandits would be an easy task, as if cutting through tangled messes with a sharp knife.

Who could have imagined that Lord Murong would turn back halfway, and as a result, they would be captured by the small bandits, and not a single one of them escaped? How pitiful and miserable it was.

Upon careful consideration, it was really strange!

Was it because our strength was too weak, or our minds not agile enough?

It must not be the case. Our approach was not wrong. If we had seized the opportunity and attacked together, Xin Zhuo would have had no chance of survival.

If we have to blame someone, blame it on the existence of this kind of bandit like Xin Zhuo!

"Xin Zhuo's martial arts are strange!"

Song Dongxi was the first to speak, "His internal cultivation is strong, but his basic skills don't seem to be solid. It must be because he has only practiced one or two moves for a long time. Especially that palm technique, I really can't understand it."

This statement received strong agreement from Yuan Yourong, "That's right! His palm strike is too terrifying. Heavenly Horse Soaring in the Sky, leaving no trace behind. I have no idea how to counter it. Both Ah Da and I were defeated by a single palm strike. But he is indeed unstable in his stance, his basic skills are lacking."

Murong Lei frowned, "That doesn't make sense, right? It is said that he excels in sword technique, fist technique, finger technique, leg technique, and lightness skill. How could his basic cultivation technique be lacking?"

Song Dongxi hesitated for a moment, "That's hard to say. The feeling he gives me is not like a skilled and experienced practitioner, but his palm technique is mysterious and cunning."

"Perhaps he has a very terrifying master?" Yuan Yourong asked tentatively, "Is it possible that it's Mr. Dongfang?"

Song Dongxi shook his head, "Mr. Dongfang probably wouldn't accept such a disciple. I think it's more likely to be the Extinguishing Spirit Abbess from Shuiyue Temple."

He then asked Murong Lei, "What do you think?"

Murong Lei looked confused. What was the name of the male disciple accepted by the abbess? Was it a monk or a nun?

Chen Guiyan, who had been silent all along, raised her head, tears still fresh in the corners of her eyes, "We haven't fought him directly. We were defeated by him using hostages and poison. Regardless of what martial arts he uses, we cannot ignore his cunning and despicable nature. This little thief may be young, but he is more despicable and shameless than the rumored river bandits and fierce outlaws."

The cave fell silent once again.

After a while, Murong Lei raised a question, "Xin Zhuo only captures but doesn't kill. What does he want?"

"That's right! I also want to know what he wants." A voice of frustration and annoyance came from the corner.

Everyone turned to look and found that it was the famous person posted on the wanted poster in the capital city, Sun Wu, the leader of Tiger Mountain, and Wang Calabash, the strategist. They were tied up like zongzi.

"Damn it, Xin Zhuo is truly despicable. I used to be his leader, but he disregards loyalty and is shamelessly treacherous!" Sun Wu complained bitterly, cursing loudly.

"Hehe."

Murong Lei and his group coldly smiled, unwilling to pay attention. When we were captured, it was justice encountering evil. When you were captured, it was a lowly bandit fighting back. How can they be compared?

"Are you chatting?"

At this moment, Xin Zhuo's voice came from outside. He was holding a basin of meat, accompanied by his evil little dog, sitting on the opposite tiger-skin chair, looking very content.

(End of this chapter)