Chapter 40: Chapter 33 I was extrely scared
Qin Xiaopang opened his eyes, still hearing the sounds of fighting nearby.
He turned his head and saw Old Smoker still locked in combat with Gold-rimd Glasses, his body already covered in bloodstains.
Old Smoker’s movents were sluggish, and behind him, Hu Gaizi was waiting for an opportunity.
This is bad, I have to hurry and help. Old Smoker can’t hold on any longer.
Just as Qin Xiaopang picked up his axe and struggled to his feet, he saw Gold-rimd Glasses move behind Old Smoker and grab him by the hair.
As Old Smoker’s head was yanked up, Hu Gaizi stepped forward and cut Old Smoker’s throat with a dagger.
Blood spurted out, and Old Smoker’s body went limp, collapsing to the ground.
Hu Gaizi, looking at the blood, laughed excitedly, his laughter interspersed with coughs.
He was affected by the poison fog and had also been poisoned by Old Smoker’s smoke toxin; his current condition wasn’t good.
But Gold-rimd Glasses was in excellent condition.
As a practitioner of Poison Cultivation, he had strong resistance to poisonous fog.
Of course, this didn’t an he could stay on Kuwu Mountain indefinitely; his current cultivation level wasn’t yet enough to withstand prolonged exposure to the poison fog.
But a single day wasn’t too long for him; it barely affected him.
He pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his hands, and walked over to Qin Xiaopang.
"You must have heard what I said. I hate talking to idiots; I don’t want to waste a single extra word.
"Compared to that old guy, you shouldn’t be an idiot. At least you’re young and not so stubborn.
"Give
the flowers, and I’ll let you go."
"I won’t give them to you!" Little Fatty clenched his pocket tightly.
"Why must you be so stubborn?" Hu Gaizi said with a laugh. "I’ve counted for you; you only picked twenty flowers. Selling them at the foot of the mountain, they’re worth a little more than one thousand yuan. Is it worth losing your life over a little more than one thousand yuan?"
"I just won’t give them to you!" Little Fatty gripped his axe tightly. He knew his life was definitely worth more than one thousand yuan, but he wouldn’t let others easily take what belonged to him.
"You’re really asking for it!" Hu Gaizi stepped forward and kicked hard at Little Fatty’s chest.
Little Fatty was prepared this ti and blocked the kick with the handle of his axe, then turned and swung the axe at Hu Gaizi.
Hu Gaizi dodged the axe, but it was a close call. After being affected by the smoke toxin, he might not be a match for Little Fatty in a one-on-one fight.
But he didn’t need to fight alone, for Gold-rimd Glasses was standing beside him.
Gold-rimd Glasses stepped close to Qin Xiaopang and, shaking his Folding Fan, said, "Brother, I advise you: leave the flowers and hurry down the mountain."
"You’re dreaming!" Little Fatty spat. "To think I actually trusted you! You backstabbing bastard, you’ve been deceiving
all along!"
"Backstabbing?" Gold-rimd Glasses shook his head. "I think I’ve been quite forthright."
"Bullshit!" Little Fatty spat again. "eting a bastard like you is my bad luck!"
"It isn’t bad luck. Even if it wasn’t , you would have run into soone else," Gold-rimd Glasses said with a smile. "You carried such a big axe; obviously, it was your first ti on the mountain. Since you left the inn, many people have had their eyes on you."
Little Fatty was startled, rembering Shopkeeper Feng from the grocery store.
No wonder he said not to take the Green Dragon Saber up the mountain.
Gold-rimd Glasses continued, "I know you feel unwilling. You’ve worked all day to pick those flowers, and losing them just like that would upset anyone.
"But think about it. Do these twenty flowers truly belong to you? Do you deserve them?
"It’s your first ti on Kuwu Mountain and you expect to make money? Do you have the right?
"You don’t understand anything. You don’t recognize the path, you don’t know the rules. You don’t even know what Snake-Patterned Chrysanthemums look like.
"I taught you a lot. At least next ti you co, you’ll know where to pick flowers, what kind to pick, how many you can gather yourself, and how many you can actually take away. You’ll know who to trust and who not to.
"You’ve learned so much and even kept your life, all for just over a thousand yuan. Do you really think it wasn’t worth it?"
Hearing this, Little Fatty took out a piece of dry rations from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.
This was his last piece of dry rations, his final resource.
No matter what the other person said, Little Fatty would never hand over the Snake-Patterned Chrysanthemums.
Gold-rimd Glasses was very disappointed. He had hoped Little Fatty would give up resisting so he could then easily take his life.
But since Little Fatty was determined to resist to the end, he would have to use another thod.
"Young brother, I’ll give you five minutes to think it over carefully." Gold-rimd Glasses took out his Folding Fan and slowly began to fan himself. The scent from the fan, released by chanisms within its ribs, slowly began to spread.
The fragrance wafted out, but Little Fatty didn’t notice anything because he didn’t know Gold-rimd Glasses practiced Poison Cultivation.
Old Smoker had realized Gold-rimd Glasses was a Poison Cultivator just as Little Fatty passed out.
"I’ll say it again: talking to a fool is a waste of breath, every extra word is wasted. I believe you are not a fool." Gold-rimd Glasses continued releasing the poison when he suddenly saw soone running over from a distance.
"Chubby Brother, friends, I’ve found a great spot! There are lots of Snake-Patterned Chrysanthemums there!"
Little Fatty turned his head and saw Li Banfeng running over.
Gold-rimd Glasses was taken aback and retreated two steps, while Hu Gaizi quickly grabbed his dagger.
Why is he back? Didn’t he go down the mountain?
Li Banfeng rushed over and said to Little Fatty, "We’ve struck it rich this ti! There’s a patch of bamboo not far ahead, with Snake-Patterned Chrysanthemums all underneath. Quick, let’s go see!"
Little Fatty grabbed Li Banfeng’s arm. "Brother, there’s trouble."
"What trouble?"
"Old Smoker is dead."
"Dead? How did he die?"
"They killed him!" Little Fatty pointed towards the distant corpse.
When Li Banfeng saw the blood covering the ground and Old Smoker’s corpse, his legs turned to jelly.
"Wh-what happened? What are you guys doing? Didn’t we team up? Weren’t we supposed to look out for each other?" Li Banfeng stamred, terrified.
Qin Xiaopang pulled Li Banfeng. "Brother, it’s useless to talk now. They’ve been after our things from the start. We have to fight them!"
"Fight... fight..." Li Banfeng trembled all over.
Hu Gaizi laughed. "Boss, and you said to be wary of this guy. Just look at him, what kind of person is he?"
Gold-rimd Glasses sighed. "I suppose I misjudged. Tell , you’re Bai Sha, right? You found a good spot?"
"I... I saw it..." Li Banfeng was on the verge of tears.
"You really saw it?"
"I really did. I’m not lying to you." Li Banfeng untied the bulging bag from his waist. "These are all I picked over there."
Gold-rimd Glasses smiled. "You’ve made a great contribution. Just squat here for now. Later, you can lead us there."
"Okay, okay..." Li Banfeng stood there, dumbfounded.
Hu Gaizi stepped forward and kicked Li Banfeng. "I told you to squat. Didn’t you hear ?"
Li Banfeng hurriedly crouched on the ground.
Gold-rimd Glasses smiled at Qin Xiaopang. "What now? Your friend is useless!"
"You freaking coward!" Seeing Li Banfeng squat down and wipe his tears, Little Fatty knew he couldn’t rely on him. He clenched his axe, ready to fight Gold-rimd Glasses to the death.
Hu Gaizi rolled up his sleeves, preparing to help Gold-rimd Glasses take down Little Fatty.
Li Banfeng was still sobbing on the ground. "Weren’t we partners? We agreed to look out for each other. How could you kill soone? Why do you have to kill?"
WHOOSH!
Suddenly, Hu Gaizi felt a chill on his ankle. Before he could feel the pain, a warm liquid began to flow out.
He was bleeding; soone had slashed him.
The cut was deep, as if his Achilles’ tendon had been severed, rendering his foot immobile.
Hu Gaizi looked down at Li Banfeng, who was still crouching and wiping away tears.
"You just want the Snake-Patterned Chrysanthemums, right? There are plenty over there. I’ll give them all to you, just don’t kill ."
After speaking, Li Banfeng took out a pouch, seemingly ready to hand it to Gold-rimd Glasses.
Gold-rimd Glasses was montarily distracted when he saw Li Banfeng throw the pouch directly at him.
The pouch wasn’t aid at Gold-rimd Glasses’s hand, but at his head.
Within five ters, he never missed.
As the cloth bag flew towards his face, Gold-rimd Glasses raised his hand to block it. The bag was open, and an entire pouch full of vomit splattered onto Gold-rimd Glasses’s face.
It was acidic and sticky.
Gold-rimd Glasses couldn’t open his eyes for a mont.
"I’ve given you all the flowers, now please spare ." As Li Banfeng cried, he stood up, revealing a small Sickle hidden up his sleeve. He raised his hand and slashed Hu Gaizi’s throat.
Hu Gaizi made no reaction whatsoever.
The speed of a Traveling Cultivator was imnse.
Also, as a Ho Cultivation practitioner, Li Banfeng was easily overlooked.
He had just erged from his dwelling, his combat power at its peak.
Furthermore, the poison fog of Kuwu Mountain had mostly dissipated, and Li Banfeng’s physical condition was far superior to Hu Gaizi’s.
Most critically, Li Banfeng’s ntal state was incomprehensible to Hu Gaizi.
Not only was Hu Gaizi unable to understand, but even Qin Xiaopang couldn’t comprehend it.
He was crying. He was begging for rcy.
He was wielding his Sickle. He was killing.
His actions defied normal human understanding.
Hu Gaizi, clutching his throat, fell to the ground.
Gold-rimd Glasses had just wiped the vomit from his eyes and hadn’t yet realized what had happened when darkness suddenly enveloped him.
Li Banfeng had pulled the bag over Gold-rimd Glasses’s head again.
"I begged you not to kill ! I’m giving you the flowers!" Li Banfeng cried miserably as he swung the Sickle.
"Let go! I won’t kill you! I really won’t!"
Gold-rimd Glasses struggled fiercely, but Li Banfeng grasped the bag tightly. With the bag pulled over his head, Gold-rimd Glasses couldn’t break free.
"I really gave you the flowers; please don’t kill ." As Li Banfeng’s cries continued, the Sickle fell, piercing through the bag and hooking into Gold-rimd Glasses’s skull.
"I won’t kill you! I definitely won’t!" Gold-rimd Glasses struggled, but his brain was damaged, and his limbs began to disobey him.
Li Banfeng forcefully yanked the Sickle out and hooked it back in. "I said I’d give you the flowers, so why do you still want to kill ?"
"I really didn’t want to kill you! I definitely won’t!" Gold-rimd Glasses scread himself hoarse.
What on earth was happening?
Gold-rimd Glasses couldn’t understand.
His severely injured brain had lost the ability to think.
"You just have to kill ?" Li Banfeng was still crying, but the Sickle didn’t stop, moving in and out of Gold-rimd Glasses’s skull.
"I really didn’t want to kill you!" Gold-rimd Glasses’s voice cracked.
"Can’t you just not kill ?" SQUELCH! The Sickle entered Gold-rimd Glasses’s skull again.
"I definitely won’t kill you!"
"I beg you not to kill !" CRACK! Li Banfeng, still crying, pulled the Sickle out.
"I... I..." Gold-rimd Glasses could no longer speak.
Gold-rimd Glasses tried to wave his Folding Fan. He held it in mid-air, but it only shook erratically.
Li Banfeng had hooked the Sickle into Gold-rimd Glasses’s skull six tis in succession.
Red soaked the bag.
White flowed out of the bag.
Gold-rimd Glasses’s entire body convulsed.
Li Banfeng sobbed. "I’m so scared. Why do you insist on killing ?"
Qin Xiaopang was stunned, unsure of what to say.
Li Banfeng was slender; he didn’t look like he could fight.
Even Old Chen from the Dark Star Bureau couldn’t understand how Li Banfeng had managed to win a one-against-five fight and seriously injure his opponents.
If he could witness this scene, perhaps he would understand.
Watching Li Banfeng strike again and again, until he pried open the top of Gold-rimd Glasses’s skull, Qin Xiaopang hurriedly advised, "Brother Li, he seems to be dead."
"Dead?" Li Banfeng blinked. He stopped crying, his expression returned to normal, and his voice beca normal too.
It was as if nothing had happened.
He looked at Qin Xiaopang and said seriously, "You know, Brother, I was terrified just now."
He said he was terrified.
He said, very seriously, that he was terrified.
Qin Xiaopang felt dazed and asked cautiously, "Brother Li, are you... crazy?"
Li Banfeng shook his head firmly. "No, I’m not crazy. I’ve been to the hospital. The doctor said I’m not crazy."
PS: Ban Feng was extrely scared; let’s all co and comfort Ban Feng.
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