Chapter 7: Narrow Escape

  After watching the white-clothed man turn into a white rainbow and disappear, Paozi's eyes slightly rotated, without speaking, but staring at Chen Jiu.

  "From now on, you two must do exactly as I say, or we're all done for."

  Chen Jiu finished speaking and put the mud-wrapped roasted chicken into the charcoal fire. Chen Zhong didn't say much, from the martial arts displayed by the white-clothed man earlier, it was clear that these ordinary people couldn't resist him at all. There must be some secret about Chen Jiu that others didn't know.

  The three people fell silent for a moment, and after a while, Chen Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was constantly thinking about something.

  The food was cooked, but everyone faced that delicious dish without appetite. After hastily eating a few mouthfuls, they quietly fell asleep.

  The sun rises and the moon sets, the golden crow chases the jade rabbit, the moon sets and the sun rises, a burst of crisp bird calls wakes up three people.

  The fat boy slowly opened his eyes, and Chen Qi had already prepared breakfast, with some wild fruit that he didn't know where it came from.

  After eating a few quietly, Chen Jiu suddenly stood up and clapped his hands: "Let's go on the road".

  Fat boy nodded and stood up with him, while Chen Zhong quietly extinguished the fire.

  "Hey, hey, why are you walking back on the road?"

  Fatso looked at Chen Jiu and saw that he was actually going back the same way, so he couldn't help but ask loudly, as if thinking that Chen Jiu had gotten dizzy again, to remind him.

  Chen Jiuzi looked at the fatty with a smile that was not quite a smile, then glanced around and lowered his voice to say: "If we go any further out, there's only one dead end."

  After finishing speaking, Chen Jiu slowly and leisurely headed towards the mountain, looking like a rich young master on an outing.

  Chen Jiu was right, going further down the mountain would be a dead end. Their speed, whether it was their own or waiting for others, was absolutely no match for that man's. They probably wouldn't even make it out of Qinglong Village before being caught up by him.

  There are people on the mountain road during the Chinese New Year, and they are around the mountain stronghold. No matter how you look at it, it's suspicious. If they head down the mountain, it would seem like several people have guilty consciences.

  If I head up the mountain now, shouting slogans about teaching those bandits a lesson, and pretend to be an ignorant rich young master, maybe I can even deceive that man in white.

  As soon as he thought of that one sword cutting through the giant rock, Chen Jiu felt a chill run down his spine.

  Qinglong Village, at this moment Qinglong Village no longer has the tranquility of the past, nor the festive atmosphere of the New Year, because a killing god has come to the mountain village.

  Gently wiping his soft sword, the man in white casually threw the silk handkerchief to one side, where there were already over a hundred corpses surrounding him.

  "Are you still not going to tell us what happened to that batch of goods?" The white-clad man's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

  The second master looked at the white-clothed man's indifferent eyes, felt a chill, and didn't know how the mountain stronghold had provoked this killing god. He actually killed them without saying a word, and even inexplicably asked them to hand over some goods.

  Since Qinglong Village was established, the number of goods looted is countless, only God knows which time he is talking about.

  Snowflakes fluttered, and a blood flower also splashed out with them. Hot blood spurted out again, and a mountain bandit fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, without even seeing how he died.

  One sword seals the throat, showing no mercy, the blade is as thin as a sheet of ordinary paper.

  The third master seemed to have thought of something, his eyes suddenly widened: "Second brother, I know."

  The man in white looked over and said, "Since you know, then say it."

  Under the gaze of Er Dangjia, San Dangjia's voice trembled slightly: "We were calculated by Lao Da, the goods we divided yesterday..."

  The master's eyes widened: "You're saying...?"

  "It figures, it figures. No wonder the master of the house refused to divide the goods. It turns out he already knew that the killing god was coming, so he wasn't trying to break through, but had already escaped." As he said this, the master of the house angrily slammed his own arm.

  "Hurry up and tell everyone to bring their goods to Juanyan!" Er Dangjia said urgently to San Dangjia.

  The man in white clothes flashed his eyes: "You have allocated those goods?"

  The voice was cold, colder than the howling north wind.

  The second son nodded weakly.

  The man in white did not speak, but gently blew away the fresh blood on the treasure sword, sheathed it, closed his eyes and remained motionless.

  Under the motivation of death, everyone's work efficiency was a hundred times, a thousand times that of usual, and soon a small mountain-like amount of wealth was piled up in front of the white-robed man.

  "The second master said in a low voice: 'The finances have already been taken care of'."

  The man in white clothes opened his eyes, took a glance at the wealth in front of him, lightly kicked it a few times, scattering it around, and then roughly scanned it before saying, "Is that all?"

  The second and third masters' foreheads were sweating: "Is there anyone else among you who has secretly hidden it?"

  Everyone shook their heads in unison, and Er Dangjia turned around and said, "That's all there is."

  The man in white clothes gazed coldly: "Since all the treasures are gathered, then you can go die now".

  A flash of white light flickered, and wave after wave of bloody light burst forth, melting the snow on the ground.

  "We have already returned the treasure to you, how about you?"

  The man in white clothes looked at the second master with a hint of mockery: "You bunch of poor, evil and extreme people, this treasure has been tainted with a filthy aura after being touched by you. If it's not washed away by your blood, how can you be redeemed?"

  After finishing speaking, the long sword disappeared and reappeared on the right side in an instant, and a bloody thread appeared on Er Dangjia's neck.

  The man in white clothes walked slowly through the courtyard, bypassing the second master and heading towards the bandits all around, with people falling to the ground wherever he passed.

  Although this man's speed was not fast, yet everyone couldn't escape.

  Unfortunately, although the man in white was formidable, he still let many of the most vicious and evil ones escape, after all, it's not easy to kill several thousand people.

  Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the man in white let out a soft sigh: "What a pity, quite a few mountain bandits escaped, and evil will rise again. What a pity, we can't eradicate all evils."

  Looking at the Qinglong Village, the white-clothed man smiled lightly: "It seems to have a bit of fate, I'm afraid it won't take many years for this Qinglong Village to become a lord who brings disaster to one side. What a pity, but it shouldn't offend our Xian Dao."

  After finishing speaking, the man in white also didn't bother to go into those bandits' houses to search, and directly cast a spell, his long sword slightly trembling: "Fire".

  The entire bandit village was constantly being set on fire, and the notorious great thief who had been wreaking havoc in the region thus became history.

  Chen Jiu and Paozi were arguing about whether being fat or thin is better. To be honest, Chen Jiu despised Paozi's excess flesh, while Paozi also despised Chen Jiu for being as skinny as a chicken rib.

  Two people were arguing constantly when a snow-white figure walked from afar, Chen Jiu's eyes lit up and he hurriedly went over: "Ah, you can actually come back alive from Qing Long Village, it's really impressive. But don't worry, Young Master has come to eradicate Qing Long Village, from now on this village will be history."

  The man in white dodged Chen Jiu's hand and smiled faintly, with a hint of sarcasm: "I don't know the height of heaven and earth".

  After finishing speaking, a strong air current bounced Chen Jiu away, and the white-clothed man calmly walked down the mountain.

  The fatty watched the white-clothed man disappear into the distance, his eyes heavy: "There's a killing aura."

  "A bloody aura flashed in Chen Zhong's eyes: 'There is a bloody aura, very thick, I'm afraid it took the death of over a thousand people to have such a strong aura'".

  Chen Jiu's fingers trembled slightly, then he burst out laughing: "Don't be afraid, today we will thoroughly eliminate the Qinglong stronghold, follow me up the mountain".

  After finishing speaking, the three people continued climbing up the mountain.

  Looking at the mountain stronghold that had burst into a raging inferno, Chen Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly: "What's going on? Why isn't there a single bandit in this stronghold. Let's go take a look".

  Three people walked in like a group of country bumpkins.

  Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Chen Jiu's body went limp, and a mournful cry echoed far away: "How terrifying! Let's go home quickly, this young master will never come again."

  After finishing speaking, he rolled and crawled down the mountain, Chen Zhong and Pangzi followed closely behind with a solemn expression.

  After the three people left, a figure in white clothes appeared not far away, looking at the backs of the three with disdain, shaking his head: "A waste is also worth my surprise and suspicion, it seems I was overthinking".

  The white-clothed man left thoroughly after finishing speaking.

  After the white-clothed man left, Chen Jiu let out a slight sigh of relief not far away. Although he hadn't cultivated any combat power from the Causal Heaven's Way, his grasp on the aura was exceptionally sensitive. The white-clothed man had been following behind them all along, and although Chen Zhong and the fatty hadn't noticed, Chen Jiu felt it clearly.

  "Please collect and recommend!"