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"A country that has rotted to the core is beyond saving."
Suddenly, a long spear, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, plunged into the ground right in front of the group.
Everyone was startled, their hands trembling so much that they nearly dropped their bowls. Just as someone was about to turn around and scold, they found themselves staring into the bloodshot, almost crimson eyes of the young man.
Lou Yu strode forward with purpose, his sharp gaze cutting through each person present like a blade. He then grasped the spear with one hand and effortlessly pulled it from the earth, where it had been buried three feet deep.
"Your military salaries and stipends are provided by the court, but where does the court get its money? Isn’t it from the taxes paid by these so-called powerless refugees you speak of every year?" Lou Yu's voice trembled slightly with anger as he held the spear aloft, its tip gently lifting one soldier's chin while his piercing gaze bore down on him.
"Feasting on the blood and flesh of the common people while you guard the borders— Submissive ldn't that be your duty?"
The soldier was visibly shaken by the scene before him; his grip loosened, and a clay bowl fell to the ground with a loud crash, shattering into pieces. The sharp sound echoed in the stillness of the night, piercing through everyone’s hearts and awakening Ye Chen from his contemplation.
Indeed, while it seemed that everyone had their reasons based on their own positions, as soldiers, wasn’t their task to protect their homeland?
Under Lou Yu's intimidation, no one dared to mutter behind his back anymore. The group obediently kept their distance from one another, lying down on makeshift bedding in preparation for their turn to stand guard.
It had only been a day since they left the Military Camp, yet so much had already happened.
That night, Lou Yu did not come looking for Ye Chen, which instead provided Ye Chen with an opportunity to sneak away.
The team was organized into groups of ten, changing shifts every two hours. Seizing the moment when it was time to switch shifts, Ye Chen made an excuse to go relieve himself. Once he turned around and saw no one was watching him, he quickly dashed off into the distance.
From this vantage point, the Mountain Temple loomed slightly higher, just a few hundred meters away, and a round trip wouldn’t take too much time. Ye Chen silently resolved that even if he couldn’t meet Xiao Feng this time, he would leave a message to indicate that he was done.
Ye Chen jogged swiftly and soon arrived at the entrance of the Mountain Temple.
The crumbling stone walls had peeled away, clearly indicating that no one had visited in a long time. A thick layer of dust covered the threshold, with no signs of any living soul having come here.
Could it be that Xiao Feng had already left?
Ye Chen didn’t have time to think further and stepped into the Mountain Temple. He took out a fire stick from his pocket, gently blew on it, and lit a faint glow. Cautiously, he began to move forward along the path etched in his memory.
Before him stood the War God Statue on a stone platform, one hand raised with a long knife, the other supporting a pagoda, exuding an imposing aura. However, under the dim light of the flickering flame, the paint covering the statue only added to its eerie presence, making it appear more like a malevolent spirit clawing its way out of hell, coldly staring at him.
Ye Chen quickly averted his gaze and circled around the stone platform to the back of the statue. This was where he last saw Xiao Feng. No matter what, he had to take a look.
And that glance nearly sent Ye Chen’s soul fleeing in terror.
Before him lay a corpse dressed in tattered clothing; half of its face had been gnawed beyond recognition by rats, rendering it unidentifiable. From the exposed skull beneath the flesh, a round eyeball dangled precariously in its socket. Just as Ye Chen instinctively took a step closer, that eyeball fell with a soft thud right at his feet.
“Ah!” Ye Chen’s legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, scrambling backward with all his limbs. However, in his retreat, his back collided with something cold and hard.
Ye Chen froze instantly, not daring to breathe or turn around to see what was behind him.
The fire stick that had fallen to the ground flickered weaker and weaker, threatening to extinguish at any moment.
Ye Chen paused for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, wanting to escape from this terrifying place without looking back. But before he could take a step, a cold hand gripped his arm tightly.
His heart raced violently, almost leaping out of his throat. Ye Chen's tense nerves finally snapped, and in the next moment, his vision went dark as he fainted.
Pei Guanjing hadn't expected Ye Chen to be so timid. He couldn't understand what Xiao Feng was thinking, entrusting the task of contacting General He to Ye Chen.
Pei Guanjing casually pulled Ye Chen into his arms and then steadily lifted him with one hand. He took two steps forward, crouched down, and carefully examined the corpse.
After a while, Pei Guanjing slowly stood up and placed Ye Chen near the military camp before quietly leaving.
This corpse was not Xiao Feng.
Pei Guanjing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, turned around, and once again vanished into the dense forest, his figure quickly disappearing from sight.
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