"No." Xiaoyao smiled bitterly and shook his head. If only he had seen them. Also, even if he had seen them, what he drew would differ in age. What he had drawn now were clearly two young people, at the age they would have been twenty years ago, not now.
So where exactly had Xiaoyao seen these two people? No, it should be said—where had he seen portraits of these two people? If the Young Miss were here now, she would definitely be puzzled, "Xiaoyao, why are you drawing these two people from the Martial Arts Holy Land?"
That's right—they were the two young people from the Martial Arts Holy Land. The man and woman who had co to the small mountain village back then were them.
With this, Xiaoyao could connect more pieces of information, and so things beca normal.
When the people of the small mountain village said those two felt like they ca from another world, it wasn't what Xiaoyao had previously thought—that these two might be young master and miss from noble families, flowers grown in greenhouses who didn't know about the outside world.
They really did co from another world—the Martial Arts Holy Land..
At the sa ti, the reason they had never co looking for Xiaoyao was because they simply had no way to co. They were already on the other side in the Martial Arts Holy Land, and this passage might have certain restrictions. More likely, their families wouldn't let them cross over.
Now Xiaoyao felt sowhat unable to accept this. If this was really the case, then didn't he have connections to the Martial Arts Holy Land? It seed he would have to make a trip to the Martial Arts Holy Land after all. Fortunately, that old man had a way to get there, otherwise finding it would truly be without any leads.
However, speaking of which, if it weren't for that old man's portrait, even this matter couldn't be confird, much less having any leads. Perhaps this was also fate.
And this matter seed to be getting more and more complicated, which was sothing Xiaoyao hadn't expected. Originally, he thought his background was already complicated enough, involving Princess Zhuyue of the Great Tang Empire and Fang Chunxue of the Fang family. Now there was even a couple from the Martial Arts Holy Land added to the mix.
Originally, adding another possibility would make things even more chaotic. What he hadn't expected was that this possibility would also involve the Martial Arts Holy Land—his potentially new parents ca from the Martial Arts Holy Land.
Of course, this was only a possibility. Xiaoyao still didn't dare to be certain which one it definitely was. Even though the couple from the Martial Arts Holy Land now seed highly likely, he still couldn't be 100% certain. At most, he could only say it was the most likely possibility.
The more he investigated this matter, the more complicated it beca. He didn't know when another possibility might appear, but he felt he wouldn't be surprised anymore—he was becoming numb to it all.
However, speaking of these several possible parents, each had a deeper background than the last. Was he going to have to perform so lodramatic fallen young master storyline?
This really made him want to spread his legs, put his hands on his hips, lean his upper body back and lower body forward, and shout to the sky—
"Sun.."
But speaking of that possibility from the Martial Arts Holy Land, it still seed to be a problem. Because according to how this matter was developing, if he was their child, he would still be an existence that couldn't be acknowledged. At the sa ti, it seed there was very strong pressure from that side, which was a big problem.
But even if it was a big problem, Xiaoyao had decided to make a trip to the Martial Arts Holy Land. If he hadn't known about this matter, he could have ignored it, but knowing about it, no matter what difficulties arose, he had to go once.
This wasn't to say he wanted to see his parents, just that he wanted to clarify his background. He didn't want to know the answer was there but be unable to go, leaving him constantly itching with curiosity.
This didn't fit Xiaoyao's follow-your-heart personality. Everything should follow one's heart—if you want to do sothing, then do it, rather than just thinking about it.
However, these were all matters for the future. Currently, he still needed to find a way to rescue people. Of course, he also had to ask other people and couldn't miss any details.
"Continue doing things as you did before. In a few days, I'll tell you what to do," Xiaoyao said, then went to find the next person from the small mountain village. He found opportunities to contact them one by one, all very secretly without being discovered.
In fact, the little bandit that Xiaoyao was pretending to be was just a minor character that no one paid attention to. Even if soone thought he was a bit strange, they wouldn't take it to heart.
Ultimately, Black Wind Stronghold's security awareness was sowhat weak—the result of being too comfortable.
If this matter was difficult, it was only because he couldn't find a way in before. But now that Xiaoyao had entered this door, the remaining tasks were very simple—as simple as daily routine.
Over the next few days, Xiaoyao contacted all the people from the small mountain village. The information he obtained was almost zero, which was within expectations and didn't disappoint him. He was just checking to see if there were any surprises.
During these few days, Xiaoyao wasn't only contacting the people from the small mountain village. He also figured out so of Black Wind Stronghold's patterns and prepared what he needed to prepare. This also required so ti to ensure everything was foolproof.
If he did it on the spot, Xiaoyao also had thods, but there were too many variables. Xiaoyao felt there was no need to take such risks. A few extra days of preparation wouldn't hurt—he could also take the opportunity to question those people from the small mountain village, so there was no need to be too urgent.
The reason he was questioning those people from the small mountain village now wasn't just to do what he wanted to do first, but also to ensure everyone's safety.
Now there was an opportunity for Xiaoyao. On the 15th of every month when the moon was full, Black Wind Stronghold would have an activity—a bonfire night where they would drink wine heartily and eat at with gusto. Everyone would drink a few mouthfuls of wine and eat a few pieces of at.
Although the side dishes were simple—only at, and just roasted at and boiled at—they could be marinated, and he could work on the soup used for boiling, achieving the sa effect.
Moreover, this was perfect for Xiaoyao's plan, because with a single choice, he didn't need to worry about anyone not eating it. At the sa ti, to make people eat more, Xiaoyao carefully designed seasonings that made it incredibly delicious.
"Cook and marinate the at according to the ingredients on this list."
When the people from the small mountain village received Xiaoyao's ingredient list, they found it sowhat strange. Everything on it seed to be very commonly used food ingredients and seasonings. When the finished products ca out, they found it even stranger.
Because in their view, these finished at products were perfect in terms of color, aroma, and taste. They doubted they had made these themselves.
They had all tasted them, and the flavor left them with endless aftertastes, making them want to continue eating. However, they were afraid eating more might cause problems, since Xiaoyao had said these were things to be used against the bandits.
Since they knew this, why did they still taste them? Actually, it wasn't that they couldn't resist, but because Xiaoyao had said that eating these things alone wouldn't cause problems—they would only cause issues when combined with the wine. So he told them they absolutely must not drink alcohol, or the consequences would be very serious.
at and wine, eaten and drunk separately, would cause no problems at all. When the two were combined, problems would slowly appear. The problems wouldn't appear particularly quickly, giving enough buffer ti for everyone to eat, which was sothing Xiaoyao had calculated.
Of course, there would definitely be so who slipped through the net, but this was unavoidable. However, for Xiaoyao, this no longer posed any danger—he could handle those people by himself.
Black Wind Stronghold didn't have too many experts above General Level. They were just bandits, after all. If they were really that strong, they wouldn't need to be bandits, especially bandits in such a small country.
That night, as the moon rose, the bonfire night began. Things proceeded exactly as Xiaoyao had calculated, step by step toward the result. After those bandits drank heartily and ate with gusto, they fell down one by one.
"What's going on? There's sothing wrong with this wine and at."
The leaders roared in fury, but they could only roar. What awaited them was death's embrace. Those who had fallen would slowly die, and those who ate more would die faster. Xiaoyao showed no rcy, because there was no need to be soft-hearted toward these bandits who had massacred villagers. He would kill as many as he could.
Xiaoyao wasn't worried about killing anyone by mistake, because according to Black Wind Stronghold's rules, those who could eat large chunks of at and drink large bowls of wine were all capable generals among the bandits. Ordinary little bandits could only get one piece of at and one bowl of wine, an amount just enough to leave them half-dead and with so aftereffects as a lesson.
As for those who had been captured, they would be lucky to get a small piece of at. They basically wouldn't get any wine, at most a small sip. Such an amount would only make them weak for a few days; they would be fine after recovering.
As for those leaders, they were basically dood to die, except for so accidents. These accidental survivors were already within Xiaoyao's calculations.
"Impossible. There's nothing wrong with this wine, and nothing wrong with the at either. I checked and had them test it..." one bandit said. This was one of the more careful people in the stronghold who had checked and tested everything beforehand, finding no problems.
Usually at tis like this, the designer would appear to explain everything, expressing the designer's cleverness and intelligence. These bandits also thought it should be like this, but they didn't see anyone. Even after the bandits died one by one, they still didn't see anyone.
Xiaoyao wouldn't co out to explain anything to these people—there was absolutely no need for that. They were all people about to die. What was there to say to them? Moreover, they had no value whatsoever, making explanation even more unnecessary.
As for whether these people would die of frustration, what did that have to do with him.
"Who is it? Co out. Before I die, let know what trap I fell into. I don't want to die without understanding," the bandits roared. In the end, they still didn't know whose trap they had fallen into, didn't know why they had been caught, didn't know who was targeting them, and didn't know the reason behind it all.
No one explained any of this to them, and they never found out until the end. Perhaps if they knew, they would regret it, but regret would be better than knowing nothing at all. This made them feel incredibly frustrated and maddened.
(End of Chapter)
Reviews
All reviews (0)