diskusbooks Chapter 144 A Demon's Lair Hidden Deep in Zeshan, A Large Belly Capable of Holding Wei Dailiang
Chapter 144 A Demon's Lair Hidden Deep in Zeshan, A Large Belly Capable of Holding Wei Dailiang
Chapter 144 A Demon's Lair Hidden Deep in Zeshan, A Large Belly Capable of Holding Wei Dailiang
Manager Zhao was held in Mo Di's hand. Despite his large and stout build, he was powerless to struggle, as limp as a chick, and repeatedly begged for mercy:
"Master, spare my life! Master, spare my life! If you spare my life, we can talk about anything!"
A streak of cyan sword light hung above his head, faintly radiating sword energy that stung his scalp.
His scalp tingled, as if someone were scraping his skull with a cold blade, and if he said the wrong thing, the blade would fall and string him together like a candied hawthorn.
"I know where the Zeshan bandits' lair is. I promise you, I'll lead the way."
Seeing that Steward Zhao was so cooperative, Mo Di did not make things difficult for him. He simply separated a wisp of sword energy from the sword light and connected that wisp of sword energy to Zhao's head.
"With a mere thought, this wisp of sword energy will descend. At that time... you can guess which bandit here will your death resemble?"
Manager Zhao swayed and almost fell, his face pale, and he vaguely felt a chill coming from the back of his head.
Beside him, Sun Biao revealed a gloating look. After gathering the remaining caravan members and counting them, the smile in his eyes was immediately replaced by gloom.
This escort mission resulted in so many deaths; he, and indeed the entire escort agency, suffered a huge loss.
Fortunately, the goods in the caravan might be able to make up for their losses.
Just as his bodyguards were about to open the box, Sun Biao suddenly remembered something and reached out to stop them.
He's a seasoned veteran; he knows what to do now.
"The Fufeng Chamber of Commerce plotted against us, causing the deaths of many of our brothers. Fortunately, the Taoist priest intervened and saved us from death. These goods, which originally belonged to the Fufeng Chamber of Commerce, should rightfully belong to the Taoist priest."
The bodyguards were all shrewd individuals; they immediately understood and echoed his words.
Modi didn't refuse; this was his legally earned income, the kind that would have been taxed even if he had put it in Amelikan. So he opened the box on the spot without hesitation.
oops.
Accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound, the boxes were opened one by one.
Besides common items like gold and silver, there were also medicinal herbs, wine, and other goods in the first batch of boxes. The later batch of boxes contained even more items.
"This...this is a stomach lining?"
Lin Yuanping, who was helping to open the boxes, changed his expression and quickly put down the lid. He then quietly opened another box, peeked inside, and immediately closed it.
He ordered his men to keep a close watch on the carriages, then approached Mo Di and whispered, "Master, besides armor, those boxes also contain bows, crossbows, swords... all equipment belonging to the Zhenwu Guard."
Stomach ulcer? Crossbow?
Modi vaguely remembered that if this were in his ancient homeland on Earth, possessing these things would be a serious crime.
The saying goes, "One armored soldier is worth three crossbowmen, and three armored soldiers can enter the underworld," which shows how much ancient feudal dynasties valued these things.
Although the Great Qian Dynasty doesn't possess extraordinary powers like Earth, judging from Lin Yuanping's expression, if he's discovered to be hoarding these things, his fate probably won't be good.
Not to mention, these are standard equipment for the Zhenwuwei Guard.
The Zhenwu Guard was an institution established by the Daqian Dynasty to control violence in the martial arts world.
With the support of the imperial court, even if they are not as good as the top five sects in the martial arts world, they can still crush the rest of the sects, big and small.
The standard equipment they used was naturally better than that of ordinary soldiers, and the top-of-the-line crossbows were said to be able to even damage those at the Divine Qi Realm.
The rare Golden Scale Armor is said to be able to withstand a full-force attack from a Divine罡 Realm expert.
Of course, this batch of goods could not contain those two items; it only contained lower-grade Qi-breaking crossbows and Xuan Tie armor.
"Is the Fufeng Chamber of Commerce sending so much military equipment to Dazeshan Mountain? Are they planning a rebellion?"
Modi lightly touched the lid of the box with his finger, and before long, someone else brought more news.
"Master, we've encountered an unexpected situation at the last carriage." Fan Jin frowned, his expression extremely displeased, and led him to the last carriage.
On the carriage, the lid of the box was wide open, revealing the "cargo" loaded inside.
"This is..." Mo Di also frowned slightly, revealing a displeasure similar to Fan Jin's.
Inside the box, the so-called cargo was actually a young girl, who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, in the prime of her youth.
The girl had her hands behind her back, her legs bent and bound with rope along with her body. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth, and she had a piece of cloth in her mouth. She was lying on her side in the box.
Fan Jin checked the girl's breathing and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Luckily, the box had air vents, otherwise the girl would have suffocated."
He then opened the other two boxes in the car and found that they also contained two young girls.
"The Fufeng Chamber of Commerce and the Zeshan bandits have actually committed such a heinous act of human trafficking. They are truly despicable."
Fan Jin's face was gloomy, his hands were clenched tightly, and the veins on his hands bulged.
He thought of his father, who had been killed by the Li family, and the county magistrate who had abandoned the people of the county and fled.
"These rich people who are heartless and officials who are incompetent are truly... deserving of death."
Modi first untied the ropes binding the three girls, then had them carried out, attempting to wake them up.
As the last girl was being moved away, he spotted a note at the bottom of the box.
"Three human cutlets..."
He glanced at the note, then lowered his eyes and silently activated his dragon flames to burn it.
"I thought the Zeshan bandits were already despicable enough, but I never expected them to be even more despicable. I never expected them to be connected with the Feast Cult."
He had heard of the "human slice" from the three people in the black shop. It was a variation of the cruel torture of slow slicing, created by the meat-eating faction of the Feast Cult.
Those who favor meat-eating follow the principle of "using human flesh to nourish human flesh," and some of them believe that fresh meat and blood are highly nutritious.
Among them, there are some perverts who liked to eat sashimi before joining the religion, so they try to combine the two.
They drew inspiration from the art of slow slicing and created the "Carp Flying Knife" technique.
Those who master this knife technique can slice a fish weighing over ten pounds into thin slices in the blink of an eye.
The same applies to people; the only difference is the length of time required.
In fact, people are the primary target of that sword technique.
"The righteous path is not necessarily righteous, but the evil path is definitely evil. It's truly a world where everyone is trying to outdo each other in rottenness."
Modi released his hand, letting the ashes in his hand drift away in the wind.
He stepped off the carriage and instructed Lin Yuanping, Fan Jin, and the others to stay where they were and take good care of the three girls.
He then picked up Steward Zhao with one hand and grabbed the bandit leader, whose flesh was frozen solid, with the other. Under the cover of night, he melted into the blood mist and silently walked up the mountain.
Zeshan Village, also known as the lair of the Zeshan bandits.
The village was brightly lit and bustling with people, as if a grand banquet was being held.
In the center of the mountain stronghold, on an open space, a huge bonfire was burning brightly. The bandits stood or sat around the bonfire, indulging in their desires.
They played drinking games, ate meat, sang and danced with abandon, and seemed to be having a great time.
Those who don't know them might think they are a group of simple, honest mountain people.
In reality, a closer look would reveal just how heinous the actions of these bandits were.
The bandits indulged in pleasure, eating meat and drinking wine at will. Some of their leaders even embraced women they had abducted from the foot of the mountain and engaged in lewd acts in public.
Some leaders, after getting tired of playing with the women in their arms, would even make advances towards them.
The bandit henchmen didn't have the authority to do this, but they wanted to imitate it, so they had to approach their companions, regardless of gender.
The entire Zeshan Village is practically a den of demons!
"Oh dear, third brother, it seems your knife skills are still not refined enough. You need to keep practicing."
Beside a long table, Bai Chi, the second-in-command of the Zeshan bandits, suddenly opened his folding fan and covered his mouth to hide his laughter.
He was dressed like a scholar, with fair skin, and looked more like a refined young gentleman than a bandit.
Opposite the scholar stood a tall, burly man with a simple and honest appearance, scratching the back of his head with an embarrassed look on his face.
This person is Yue Dilong, the third leader of the Zeshan Bandits. He recently joined the Zeshan Bandits and soon secured the third position based on his strength at the Condensation Realm.
"Haha, it seems I'm still not good at such skillful things, but I will try my best to learn and I will never let my second brother and eldest brother down!"
Yue Dilong picked up the meat cleaver, about to start cutting.
The meat cleaver, which was originally quite large, looked like a small dagger in his hands, made up for his size. The sight of his thick, slender fingers carefully gripping the handle was particularly comical.
Just as he was about to strike, Bai Chi stopped him with a folding fan.
"Hey, third brother, don't be in such a hurry. You should know that the highest level of 'Flying Knife for Carp' is to ensure that the ingredients are alive before they are completely sliced into thin pieces. Only in this way can the five flavors of the ingredients be locked in and remain unchanged."
"To achieve the desired effect, you must use fresh ingredients. These ingredients are no longer fresh. Wait for the raw materials from the Fufeng Chamber of Commerce to arrive before you begin your training."
After listening to Bai Chi's words, Yue Dilong nodded in understanding.
"Second brother, third brother, you're both here."
A hearty voice rang out, and the two men turned around in unison, clasped their hands in a fist salute towards the source of the voice, and exclaimed in unison, "Big Brother!"
"No need for formalities."
The ground shook twice, and the bowls and plates on the table shifted.
Amidst the tremors, a colossal figure appeared before them.
The newcomer was larger than Yue Dilong, with a bald head with only a few hairs remaining, and his face was almost entirely fleshy, with eyes so small that they were barely visible.
What is most striking is his protruding, enormous belly, which jiggles with every step he takes, and his astonishing weight even causes the ground to tremble slightly.
The newcomer was none other than Wei Dailiang, the leader of the Zeshan bandits, a remnant of the Feast Sect, and known for his "large belly that can hold all."