To act with righteous courage

  The girl looked at him strangely and bent down to pick up something that had fallen by his feet, and couldn't help but be surprised.

  In her hand was a broken crossbow bolt with sharp hollow triangular arrowheads!

  At that moment, a dull gunshot was heard, and the girl felt as if something had slid across her face. A hot flow lifted her long hair, making her feel a slight stinging sensation on her cheek. Immediately afterwards, she saw a large tree nearby split open with a huge hole.

  "Alas, you're actually at this level. Fortunately, it's just me being attacked. If it were the enemy of our motherland, that would be a big trouble." Yang Shuoming sighed to himself while quickly pulling the girl down behind a huge boulder.

  "Stay here, don't move, they'll take you back soon." Yang Shuoming looked at the girl with tears all over her face and gently wiped away a small drop of blood on her cheek. "I'm leaving, we won't meet again." After he finished speaking, he quickly crawled into the bushes in a strange swimming-like posture, disappearing instantly like a snake.

  The girl stared blankly at the spot where he disappeared into the bushes, and began to sob again.

  The sky was also sorrowful for her misfortune, and the rain started to fall drop by drop. The girl let the rain hit her face, mingling with her own tears.

  After a while, the sound of beasts fighting and biting seemed to come from afar. The girl stood up nervously, looking at the vast forest, and for a moment she was at a loss.

  Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream came, startling her greatly. Then she saw a zigzag flash of lightning appear in the distant sky, followed by Yang Shuo Ming's loud cry.

  Upon hearing Yang Shuo Ming's cries, the girl momentarily forgot her fear and ran wildly in the direction of the sound while shouting out Yang Shuo Ming's name.

  But when she finally arrived there, she was frightened by the scene in front of her and held her breath.

  On the ground, two people were lying down, covered in blood from head to toe, their faces already unrecognizable.

  "Help...help..." someone saw her coming and let out a faint cry for help.

  The girl heard that his voice was not the person she wanted to find, but out of her kind nature, she still stepped forward quickly and came to the man's side.

  "Help me... hold it here... don't let the blood come out..." The other person gasped, and the girl noticed that every time he said a word, a small bloody foam would spurt from his mouth.

  The girl suppressed her inner fear and pressed the wound on the opponent's neck with her fingers.

  "This kid... actually still knows how to show mercy..." A hint of relief appeared on the other person's face.

  "What about him?" The girl looked around and asked unintentionally.

  "Over there... just now... it seemed like he was struck by lightning... a person... vanished in an instant..." Another blood-soaked man lying not far away lifted his arm slightly and spoke softly, possibly stirring up the wound, as the other side let out a pained groan.

  The girl looked in the direction of his finger, and immediately saw Yang Shuo Ming's clothes and shoes, as well as that axe-like combat knife with blood on it. The already somewhat tattered clothes were now empty and fluttering slightly in the mountain wind.

  The girl's eyes were blurred by tears again, thinking of the days and nights she spent with him, she couldn't help but burst into loud sobs.

  At this time, the sad she did not know, Yang Shuo Ming has not died.

  Yang Shuo Ming woke up to find that everything around him had completely changed.

  He is now in another mountain forest.

  Looking around at the withered pines and cypresses, and the bushes, and a large pit still smoking beneath him, Yang Shuo Ming still couldn't figure out what had happened to himself.

  Yang Shuo Ming bent down and looked at the round big pit surrounded by smoking grass roots, then looked at his own hands.

  The American "Tracker" combat knife that was originally held in his hand had completely disappeared, but his hand was still the same as before, without any unusual signs.

  Yang Shuo Ming smiled wryly and straightened up, but his lower body felt a wave of coolness.

  Yang Shuo Ming only then discovered that his current self was actually in a state of complete nudity.

  Yang Shuo Ming instinctively crouched down again, and at this time, a voice suddenly came from a short distance away.

  "My goodness! Thunder in broad daylight! Scared the soul out of me!"

  "Oh yeah! Damn it! My old man's legs are all weak!"

  "Me too..."

  "Look at your little accomplishments! I don't believe in this evil omen! Today, I must take down Huang Lao Cai's daughter!"

  Yang Shuo Ming heard these rough words and was taken aback. At this moment, he suddenly found that a string of numbers flashed through his eyes!

  "What the...?! What's going on?!" Yang Shuo Ming shouted in surprise, rubbing his eyes.

  "Who! Get out here, old man!"

  The numbers in his eyes kept rolling, as if hinting at the source of the sound. Yang Shuo Ming involuntarily walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

  In the distance was a long wall covered in moss, on the other side of which four disheveled men were pinning down a woman. The woman's clothes were torn to shreds, her two bare legs kicking out wildly as she let out muted "uhn" sounds.

  Yang Shuo Ming realized what had happened, looking at the four ugly and lewd-looking men. Although he was unarmed at this time, he still rushed forward without hesitation, like a moth flying into flames.

  Yang Shao Ming, who has a gentle and handsome appearance, was bullied by other kids when he was young because he was too weak and looked like a girl. Perhaps his childhood experiences influenced his personality, as he not only refused to be bullied but also couldn't bear to see others, especially women and children, being bullied. For him, standing up for justice has been a normal thing since he was young, and in recent years, he has even received several "Justice Awards", although he himself has paid a price for it many times.

  Seeing Yang Shuo Ming's naked appearance, the four men were stunned at first. A dark and thin man pulled out a dagger with a cold glow. When Yang Shuo Ming saw the dagger, he was shocked in his heart. At this moment, the numbers in his eyes appeared again, and even a ten-character cursor came out!

  Yang Shuo Ming, who was running, quickly bent down and picked up a sharp-edged stone from the ground, exerting all his strength to throw it at the man holding the dagger.

  The flying stone hit the man's face, and Yang Shuo Ming's eyes flashed with numbers and information again, and even gave a "hit" prompt!

  That man let out a miserable cry, dropped the dagger in his hand, covered his face and fell backwards. In that instant, Yang Shuo Ming had already rushed to his side, with eyes hinting, he picked up the dagger with extremely swift movements.

  In Yang Shuo Ming's eyes, the movements of people around him seemed to slow down, but at this time, he was no longer concerned with these things that would have made him feel very strange before. Yang Shuo Ming flashed a lightning-fast backhand knife into the chest of the man, and drew his knife across another man's throat.

  Blood splattered everywhere.

  With a flash of movement, Yang Shouming rolled to the side and in one swift motion, he knelt on one knee and stabbed his knife into the inner thigh of another Han soldier.

  These moves were all practiced with fellow Taoist friends when they studied "one move to defeat the enemy", and for him, it has become an instinct.

  The man whose throat was cut by Yang Shuo Ming took two steps back, covering the wound with both hands, making a "gurgling" sound, and then fell backwards. The other man who had been stabbed in the thigh hadn't even had time to cry out in pain, he stood there stupidly, holding up his hands as if he was about to pounce on Yang Shuo Ming. But by this time Yang Shuo Ming had already drawn out his dagger, and as he stood up, taking advantage of the man's open arms, stabbed him under the armpit.

  At this time, the guy who was called "Lao Da" by several other men still had his hands grasping at the woman's clothes. When he saw that all three of his companions were lying on the ground, he finally realized what had happened. His oily and sweaty fat face turned pale, and with a vicious look, he let go of the woman, turned around, opened his thick arms, and pounced towards Yang Shuo Ming, immediately wrapping his arms around Yang's waist.

  The other's "bear hug" left Yang Shuo-ming breathless for a moment, and he didn't have time to pull out his dagger. The other hugged him and rolled down the slope, Yang Shuo-ming felt that his waist was tightening like an iron hoop, and he hit the other's head hard, but it was ineffective.

  At this time, Yang Shuo Ming felt that the golden stars in front of his eyes were rushing up, and his consciousness began to become blurred. At this moment, the scene in front of him suddenly turned red all at once, with many numbers and texts flowing rapidly. Yang Shuo Ming saw that the opponent's huge head seemed to turn transparent all at once, with a cross cursor flashing constantly, indicating point after point and direction. Yang Shuo Ming seemed to understand the meaning of these signals, using all his strength, pressing both hands on the opponent's fat head, and twisting it violently.

  Accompanied by the sound of skeletal dislocation and fracture, Yang Shuo Ming felt that the other party had loosened himself and was no longer moving. He let go of his hand and pushed the other party hard, only to find that his hands were full of blood, and he didn't know if it was the other party's or his own.

  The red color in front of him disappeared instantly, but the cross cursor and numbers as well as several circles were still flashing. Yang Shuo let out a sigh, no longer paying attention to them, stood up straight, walked up the mountain slope, and at this time he saw the woman he had rescued from humiliation.

  When his gaze fell on the woman, the crosshairs and circles in his eyes instantly overlaid her body, followed by a grid pattern of the woman's figure composed of mesh lines, with a string of numbers flashing by rapidly.

  Weight: 47kg, Bust: 88cm, Waist: 58cm, Hips: 87cm, Blood Type: A, Age: 19, Attribute: Virgin

  Yang Shuo Ming shook his head slightly in defeat, as if he knew what was on his mind, and those numbers and information disappeared instantly.