Youbao Chapter 48: Request for Help (3)
The old man has endless tricks, and even I don't know how many cards he has hidden. This old man seems reckless and always likes to break the situation with force. But so far, I have not seen him fail.
Although he was chased and beaten to a pulp on the hill of the Walking Corpse Vein, everything seemed to be within his plan. Instead, it was the Zhou family who came to serve as scapegoats.
At this moment, everything was clear. Three middle-aged men were protecting four young men and women who were about my age. They all had blood on their mouths, their faces were pale, and their chests were heaving violently. It was obvious that they had internal injuries. The young man who was injured the most was lying on the ground, twitching constantly. If he was not treated in time, he would not live long.
You, you...you are going too far! The middle-aged man in the center had a face full of dust and blood, looking quite embarrassed, but the words he said made people want to wash his face with spit.
The old Taoist didn't bother to argue with him. He took out a paper talisman from his bosom and said: Hand over the things and the people, otherwise you will all die here.
The old Taoist priest had an indifferent expression, as if he was saying that if he wanted to eat meat at noon, he should go kill the chicken in the yard. His cold words and expression frightened the few men and women who were still standing. Even I, who had been with him for a long time, was frightened.
You dare! The other middle-aged man shouted angrily, but he accidentally injured himself and spat out a mouthful of blood. His legs trembled and he almost fell to the ground.
The man who spoke first stared at the old Taoist priest's hand holding the paper talisman: If you really dare, it means you will completely break with our lineage. Now you are the only one left in the Five Elements lineage...
One person can kill eight out of ten of you. The old Taoist's words still make people feel cold in their hearts.
The man was stunned for a moment, then said: Don't you care about her? If she goes against us, she...
At the same time, seven or eight young men and women came out from behind us and on both sides. They were all covered in dirt, but their expressions were full of anger, as if the Taoist priest and I had done something very wrong to them.
The old Taoist narrowed his eyes and said coldly: If you threaten her life, I will use the lives of your entire family to mourn her.
You dare! A clear female voice sounded from behind the three middle-aged men.
The old Taoist's expression changed slightly, and I saw that the beautiful girl with ponytail that I saw in the cave last time came out from behind the elder. Her clothes were torn in many places, and there was blood on her mouth. It was obvious that she was one of the people who beat the old Taoist to death.
Moreover, considering the feud between her and the Taoist priest, it is not surprising that this matter was caused by her.
I stole the things! You can kill me if you want! You just wanted to kill me anyway! An ungrateful and heartless man is no better than Chen Shimei. Although the ponytail beauty had disheveled hair and a shabby appearance at this time, she still spoke sharply.
The corners of the old Taoist's mouth twitched slightly, and the hand holding the talisman paper made a sound. It was conceivable how angry he was at the moment.
Let alone him, even I want to slap this girl twice. I have heard about the story between the old Taoist and his junior apprentice. The fault lies with the master, and the two brothers have nothing to do with it. If you want to blame someone, blame that old antique who has been dead for decades. Such rude and unreasonable behavior is too intolerable.
I was thinking about it, but the Taoist said: "My affairs with your mother have nothing to do with you. For her sake, I will not bother with you about this matter today. Give me back my things and I will leave immediately."
The old Taoist's words were much softer, but the ponytail beauty didn't appreciate it at all: "Things? What things? I ate the pill, burned the secret book, and threw away the broken hairpin. How about you kill...
"Bang!"
Before anyone could react, there was another crisp "pop" sound.
After two crisp noises, eight or nine young men surrounding outside and those in front of them all wanted to rush forward angrily.
The old Taoist held the ponytailed beauty in his hand, and his tone was so cold that it seemed that even the air around him was freezing. This was like a real murder, and no one dared to breathe heavily: I will kill anyone who moves!
Then, the old Taoist priest lifted the collar of the ponytail beauty, not caring about her struggling hands and feet and her expression due to suffocation, and just stared at her coldly: One last time, hand over the things! If what you just said is true, your lineage will not be passed on.
No one dared to refute this. Not only because the old Taoist had the strength, but also because of the fierce murderous intent, like the tip of a gun against the throat. Anyone who spoke or moved might be killed by the angry and almost irrational hand.
This is a matter of personal life. How many people dare to joke about their lives?
The ponytailed beauty was lifted up very high by the Taoist priest, her feet off the ground, and although she kept slapping the Taoist priest's arms or struggling desperately, it was of no use. Her white and tender waist skin was exposed because of the raised collar.
The combination of suffocation and shame turned her originally extremely beautiful oval face into a big eggplant.
The old Taoist priest was almost going crazy. If he didn't stop him, the girl who could be considered his niece would die in less than two minutes. And her lineage would naturally fight to the death with the old Taoist priest. Although judging from the expressions of the crowd, the old Taoist priest had a much greater chance of winning. But thinking of that poor woman, if even her only daughter died in the hands of the old Taoist priest, the relationship between the two people...
I immediately lifted the spell and grabbed the Taoist's hand to pull him away. The Taoist turned his head suddenly, and I saw that his eyes had almost completely turned blood red. A bunch of bloodshot filled his eye sockets, like an evil ghost.
I felt cold all over and almost chanted the spell subconsciously. The old Taoist looked at me and turned his head away. I breathed a sigh of relief and shook his iron-hard arm: Let go, or she will be strangled to death by you, and then you won't be able to ask anything. Besides, this is your junior brother's only daughter, and she is also your relative. Let's talk it out.
Although he didn't look at me again, the Taoist priest let go of my hand after a few seconds. The little beauty with ponytail covered her neck and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. The look she gave the Taoist priest was no longer so arrogant, but full of fear. Because everyone could feel that if she said a word that the Taoist priest didn't want to hear, she would be killed immediately, and no one could stop her.
Where is the thing? Although he let go of his hand, the old Taoist still looked down at the little beauty with ponytail sitting on the ground, gasping for breath.
I just... The little beauty with ponytail blushed, her expression was filled with fear and resentment.
But he had only said half of the sentence when I covered his mouth with my hand. While I was covering her mouth, I let her slap and tear my hair and clothes, and said to the three middle-aged men standing next to us: I say, you, you guys, ah... hurry up... put the things down, uh... dammit, if you pull my hair again I will shoot you!
Maybe my face was really ferocious at that time, which scared the little girl so much that she turned pale and subconsciously let go of my hand.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and while enduring the severe pain from the roots of my hair, I said to the middle-aged men: Hurry up and bring the things here, don't you know how to look at the situation? I'm telling you, the old man and I have been unhappy these past few days, and if we get mad, even the gods can't help!
As if to prove that what I said was correct, the old Taoist priest shook the talisman paper in his hand intentionally or unintentionally. And the Jiaoye in my pocket, dazedly poked his little head out, hissed twice, and then retracted after cheering.
Things...we don't know where they are. A middle-aged man finally spoke.
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist snorted coldly and was about to let go of the talisman paper in his hand. The faces of several middle-aged men changed drastically, and they quickly pointed at the beautiful girl sitting on the ground: She knows!
you……!
It's all your fault, otherwise... A middle-aged man scolded her and looked at the young man lying on the ground who was gradually losing his voice: If no one had told us about this, and if you had come a little later, you would all have died here!
Who told you! I must... The little beauty gritted her teeth. As she was talking, the sound of grass being plucked suddenly came from the outskirts of the woods. Then, a woman's voice rang out: I told them.
Mom...? The little beauty was stunned when she heard the voice. The old Taoist priest trembled slightly, his eyebrows twitched, but he immediately put on a cold zombie face.
An old woman walked out of the woods, supported by someone. She had so many wrinkles on her face that they were almost piled up together. She was skinny, but her eyes were extremely bright.
After seeing that her daughter was fine, she lowered her head and bent down and said to several middle-aged men: Thank you for your help, brothers.
It turned out to be the woman who almost died from the poison in the cave. Although her complexion was much better now, her body was still so weak that it made people feel sympathy.
This woman was of the same generation as several middle-aged men, or even slightly younger. Over the past twenty years, she had become so old due to the ravages of the underworld poison. If she didn't tell anyone, it wouldn't be surprising if people mistook her for someone in her eighties or nineties.
As fate would have it, after more than 20 years, the two finally met each other's eyes.
It was my fault for not disciplining him well and causing trouble for Wu Xing Mai. She looked apologetic.
The old Taoist priest was silent for a while, and no one dared to disturb him. Even the little beauty angrily went to support her mother. After a long time, the old Taoist priest finally spoke: Give me back my things, and I will leave.
In a blink of an eye, they hadn't seen each other for more than 20 years. The old woman suddenly spoke to him: It was as if I had just woken up from a dream. I have grown old, but I didn't expect that you have grown old too.
