Volume 2: The Source of Life Chapter 18: The Mysterious Person in the Mountain

  In just over ten minutes, including Tang Genyou, more than 50 young men from the Tang family village were unable to get up. As for me, I had one of my little toes bitten off. If I remember correctly, it was done by a young man named Tang Ning who risked his life and bit it off with his mouth.

  I believe that tonight's scene will be remembered by the villagers of Tangjia Village for many years.

  "Let them go!" I stepped out of the dark corner, blood flowing from my ring finger, dripping down the wooden stick and splashing onto the ground.

  Wow!

  Every step I take, the crowd surrounding me takes a step back. As I walk forward, those wounded villagers of Tang's village see me approaching with caution in their eyes, fearing that I will add insult to injury and strike them again.

  "I'm telling you again, let them go!" I said word by word in front of Tang Genyou.

  "I won't let go, just won't let go." Tang Genyou's two legs were both broken by me and he sat on the ground, glaring at me with anger, shouting: "You have the guts to kill me. You have the guts to kill all the men in our village. The fairy maiden of Yunyao will not let you off!"

  "Is that so?" I sneered, a thick and intense killing intent bursting out from me, spreading in all directions.

  Everyone shivered with cold, and no one doubted whether I could make a killer move.

  "Wait a moment, young hero!" An elderly man stepped out of the crowd and said decisively, "We will release him."

  "Village head!" Tang Genyou shouted.

  The old man waved his hand to stop him from continuing and walked up to me, saying: "There's been a misunderstanding here, hehe, young hero please listen to me..."

  I wasn't in the mood to listen to his nonsense, so I cut him off and said, "Get a few horse-drawn carriages, put them on board, and leave immediately!"

  I actually saw him peeking around from a distance earlier, people like him are always like this, they enjoy the benefits when things go well, but when something goes wrong, someone else takes the blame.

  Before long, there were no horse-drawn carriages, but over a dozen ox carts were quickly prepared. I took a quick glance and found that even the yellow cattle here were taller and stronger than those from outside.

  A group of people from Montel village were lifted onto an ox cart, and I followed along.

  The two villages are separated by a small mountain. It takes about two hours to walk around the road, but it only takes half an hour to pass through the mountain.

  So before we had gone far, a long dragon of torches flared up on the distant ancient mountain, and from afar I heard Montel's people shouting: "The village head has come to meet us!"

  A group of wounded villagers from Montel suddenly cheered and jumped up. It's strange that people usually see the village chief every day, but they don't think much of it, or maybe some people even despise his old age, but at this moment, everyone's face added a few colors.

  "Older brother Gutou, the village head has arrived."

  Gute and I sat in the same ox cart, clearly seeing the change on Gute's face, from initial joy, gradually fading away, then self-blame plus a little regret.

  "Older brother Gu!" The man shouted again.

  "Alright, help me out." Gut struggled to prop himself up and said to me: "Benefactor, you come with me too!"

  The convoy stopped, and soon the dragon arrived in front of it. An old man with a head full of white hair rushed over, his eyes narrowing into a thin line as he saw Guder from afar, excitedly asking: "Are you alright?"

  Gut felt a little embarrassed and glared at him, saying: "I'm fine, the other brothers are more seriously injured than me."

  "So, is everyone all right?" Although he said so, the old man didn't even glance at anyone else, his gaze fixed straight on Guder.

  "Let's get on the bus first!" Gut muttered, turning to the surroundings and said: "Thank you all for coming to rescue us. This action failed. After we go back, I, Gut, will give everyone an account."

  I found that among the more than 100 people who came rushing over, most of them were old men and women, with only a few young adults.

  The people from Tangjia Village who were driving the car ran away without saying a word as soon as they saw a large group of people from Montel Village arriving.

  Back in the ox cart, the people of Montel village were responsible for driving it, and Gut began to recount the events of this operation to the village chief.

  "After that, he said: 'If it wasn't for this kind-hearted person lending a helping hand, we would have been completely finished this time.'"

  Upon hearing this, the old man was instantly moved to tears and bowed deeply towards me, repeatedly expressing his gratitude.

  "He is my father!" Gut explained.

  I gave him a faint glance and said, "It's just a small favor!"

  The ox cart continued on its way, and I still maintained the demeanor of a carefree master. Along the way, I casually asked a few questions about the Soul Reaper.

  Logically speaking, Montel Village is affiliated with the Stronghold Gate. According to my understanding of the affiliation relationship, the Stronghold Gate should send someone to handle these matters.

  It wasn't until the village chief's explanation that I realized the various sects of the Netherworld didn't care about trivial matters in the affiliated villages below. As long as their supplies were uninterrupted, they wouldn't even come down from the mountain.

  But who was that person hiding in the darkness just now?

  After saving Guter and others, that cold voice never appeared again.

  "Benefactor, your hand?" Gutte cried out in surprise. He had been worried about my injured fingers all along, but unexpectedly, he found that my fingers were healing on their own.

  I smiled mysteriously and didn't answer him. To my surprise, Gottlieb not only didn't get angry, but his eyes looking at me added a few points of reverence besides gratitude.

  "What's wrong with Benefactor's hand?" The village chief asked curiously, unaware of the reason for Gute's surprise.

  The energy in my heart has always been one-way, only going in and not coming out. Only when my body is damaged will the spiritual power inside surge out to help me repair my body. I've never figured out the reason, but I'm used to it by now.

  The injury to my fingers was actually intentional, with their level of combat skills, they couldn't have hurt me by accident.

  I want to show mysterious people my strength, but I mustn't overdo it, and when I should appear weak, I will appear weak.

  I waved my hand and said, "Let's not mention this matter again. Hmm, I'm Fang Cheng, a villager from Fangjia Village."

  They've never dared to ask about my personal life, but I know they must be very curious. Rather than letting them speculate wildly, it's better to just say it outright and let them have a clear understanding.

  In the previous conversation, I learned that the Ma Bu mountain range has some tribes similar to the You Zi tribe, with a small number of people, mostly excellent young villagers who failed to pass the trial of the Yi Soul Master's sect and went out of the village to seek opportunities.

  The ox cart moved slowly forward for more than two hours. When the first ray of sunlight smiled towards the earth in the early morning, I saw the village of Montel.

  Light smoke rises, drifting upwards.

  P: Uh, this... the company is organizing a trip to the beach tomorrow and we'll be back on the weekend... Is it okay if I take a leave? Next month, 5,000 words per day. Guaranteed every day. No empty promises, or else I'll have to eat my words... (But, um, can you just let me off the hook for one or two days occasionally?)