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The next day, with a gentle breeze and brilliant sunshine, the sky was completely clear, as if it had been washed clean.
On the official road, two young men rode swiftly, with thick smoke billowing behind them. The scorching sun beat down on the ground, making it feel as if it would ignite.
One of the two had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a robust figure displaying powerful muscles; the other had a handsome face and an upright stature. These two were none other than Wang Yi and Niu Meng.
Niu Meng shouted out, looking at the rolling hills ahead, laughing, "Once we cross that hill in front, we'll arrive in about an hour."
"I wonder how Uncle Fang is doing. I remember he was really good to us back then," Wang Yi said with a hint of nostalgia before shouting, "Giddy up!" The Dark Horse kicked up a cloud of dust, galloping away like a black dragon. Niu Meng laughed and followed closely behind.
Twenty miles west of Yanlong Town, there was a small village named Taihe Village.
The village was not large, with only over thirty households and more than a hundred people. It was compactly arranged, forming a somewhat imposing mountain settlement.
The villagers all made their living through farming, with few venturing out for work. The houses in the village were simple, built from straw and mud walls. Although basic and poor, the villagers lived comfortably, their lives warm and harmonious, helping each other out; the entire village was filled with a strong rural atmosphere.
However, the once warm and harmonious scene was now nowhere to be seen. The only road in and out of the village was marked with sparse patches of dried blood, having long since dried up due to the arid conditions, leaving only some faint bloodstains. Scattered along the roadside were several corpses—some had been stabbed to death, others had broken limbs, and some had been brutally mistreated!
Looking towards the village revealed several plumes of black smoke rising into the sky, with faint glimpses of flames and intermittent crackling sounds.
At that moment, two Dark Horses galloped into view. Upon seeing the scorched earth and smoky scene, they charged straight into the village. The two young men dismounted; they were Wang Yi and Niu Meng.
The village was a river of blood, with corpses strewn everywhere. Hundreds of bodies lay piled on the ground; their appearances were horrifying—some were missing limbs, some had gouged eyes, some were dismembered, and others' remains were scattered about. This clearly indicated that the perpetrators were extremely cruel; such brutality could only be committed by wicked individuals. The scene before them resembled hell on earth.
Surrounding houses had collapsed; flames raged fiercely while thick black smoke swirled above the village. The sound of crackling filled the air; aside from that, there was an eerie silence—not even a stray dog could be seen—as if a malevolent Demon General had once descended upon this place.
Wang Yi and Niu Meng looked in disbelief at the village that was once full of life and laughter, now instantly transformed into a hell on earth, standing frozen in the blood.
Bull Mighty Tiger stared at the mountain of corpses with bloodshot eyes, his face twisted in horror, hands clenched tightly, sharp nails digging into his flesh, oozing blood.
Wang Yi bit down hard on his teeth, his gaze fixed on the mountain of corpses, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his face pale, hands clenched like iron, devoid of color.
"Roar!"
"Ah..."
Two piercing cries filled with anger and sorrow suddenly echoed in the hellish village, their fury shattering the air like an explosion.
"Why?" Wang Yi shouted angrily, tears streaming from his eyes. These demons annihilated humanity, not even sparing the defenseless elderly and children. As the saying goes, "A man sheds tears not easily; it is just that he has not reached the point of sorrow." Ever since Old Zhang, who adopted him, passed away, the village's Uncles had all supported him, inviting Wang Yi to their homes for meals every few days. Uncle Fang, in particular, treated him very well and showed great care. Yet now they had met a tragic end.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Niu Meng's face was extremely twisted and terrifyingly fierce. Even this iron-willed man shed tears as he suddenly roared, "I will kill them!" He was about to charge out of the village.
"Stop!" Wang Yi shouted angrily at the rushing Niu Meng, tears in his eyes. "Who are you going after? Do you know who did this? Right now, the priority is not revenge but to properly bury the Uncles' bodies first. Then we can go after the murderer." By the end, Wang Yi's voice had dropped to an extreme low, icy cold, his body involuntarily exuding a murderous aura.
The air was thick with a chilling atmosphere!
Hearing this voice, Niu Meng, who had been filled with rage and was about to leave, immediately halted in his tracks. Slowly turning around, gritting his teeth and wiping away his tears, he said firmly, "Yes, we will first bury the Uncles properly and then seek out the murderer. I will make sure they are all torn to pieces!"
Wang Yi and Niu Meng began to gather the remains with heavy hearts and bury the bodies.
"Help... Help..."
Suddenly, a weak and urgent cry came from the rubble.
"Wang Yi, did you hear that?" Niu Meng's breathing became rapid, his voice filled with suppressed emotion.
"Follow me." Wang Yi scanned the surroundings sharply and quickly located the source of the cry, rushing into a room amidst the debris.
The interior was in ruins, with charred rubble glowing red and emitting green smoke. The air was filled with a nauseating stench.
"Help..."
The faint call for help sounded again. Wang Yi moved cautiously, his gaze sharp as a sword, and saw a severely burned middle-aged man trapped under a charred door panel, his arms badly burned and oozing black blood.
"Who are you? Who are you?" The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yi with fear, like a startled bird, and screamed in terror, "Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
"Uncle, I'm Wang Yi. Do you remember me?" Wang Yi hurried to the man's side and asked anxiously.
"Wang Yi. You really are Wang Yi." The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yi in disbelief, tears streaming down his face as he said in horror, "Uncle Fang has been killed by them. They killed him all."
Wang Yi quickly comforted the uncle while he and Niu Meng removed the door panel and helped him out of the rubble. However, Wang Yi soon realized that his condition was dire; he had lost too much blood and suffered severe burns that were beyond saving.
Niu Meng impatiently asked, "Uncle, please tell us who did all of this?"
At these words, the uncle's eyes filled with terror as he stammered, "They... are from Heimu Mountain." Before he could finish, his limbs convulsed violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes widened in death.
"Uncle, Uncle, Uncle." Niu Meng shook the former's corpse in frustration and shouted sadly, "Bastard, I want to kill them."
"Niu Meng, let's bury the Uncles first," Wang Yi said, taking a deep breath and speaking slowly. "Heimu Mountain, just wait!"
Niu Meng stared with fierce eyes at the mountain of corpses, filled with grief and anger, as he and Wang Yi carefully buried the bodies of the Uncles.
As the sun set and night fell, a dark mist enveloped the surroundings; Wang Yi and Niu Meng chose a slightly intact house to rest for the night.
The next day.
"Wang Yi, where are we going now?" Niu Meng asked.
"First, we need to investigate information about Heimu Mountain, then we'll take action," Wang Yi replied with a determined gaze as he mounted his horse and rode out of the village. His only goal now was revenge!
Yanlong Town is a small town under the jurisdiction of Xiangzhou Prefecture, with a permanent population of just over thirty thousand people, divided into four districts: east, west, south, and north.
On the second floor of an inn in the east city, two young men sat in a well-furnished room; these two were Wang Yi and Niu Meng.
They had stayed in Yanlong Town for three days and gathered some information about Heimu Mountain from the streets and inns, but the results were not optimistic.
The Mountain Bandits of Heimu Mountain had two main leaders. The first leader was named Li Kaishan, at the Xuanjing Second Layer, with formidable strength and exceptional swordsmanship; he had killed several martial artists of the same level. Although he appeared gentle on the surface, he was actually quite cunning. The second leader was named Zhou Chang, who was strong and robust beyond ordinary people, at the Earth Spirit Realm Ninth Layer; he was known for his ferocity and had iron fists that ordinary people could not withstand. Due to Li Kaishan saving his life once, Zhou Chang remained fiercely loyal to him.
Wang Yi held a teacup in his hands and took a sip thoughtfully, furrowing his brow as a solemn expression crossed his face while staring intently at the tea.
Niu Meng was naturally an impatient person; seeing that Wang Yi had been silent for a long time, he finally couldn't help but say, "Big Brother, now that we know who killed Uncle, why are we still here?" Given his temperament, they should have immediately stormed Heimu Mountain to avenge the Uncles.
"The warriors of the Second Layer of Xuanjing are not something we can deal with," Wang Yi said solemnly.
"What should we do now?" Niu Meng said, scratching his head in frustration. Upon reflection, neither Li Kaishan nor Zhou Chang were opponents they could handle.
"Let me think. With our current strength, going to confront them would be seeking death," Wang Yi pondered while resting his chin on his hand.
"Why don't we sneak in and find an opportunity to take them out? That would work, right?" Niu Meng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and looked excited; he thought it was a good idea.
Wang Yi frowned and said, "Sneak in? The bandits are not our backyard. Besides, I've heard that Li Kaishan is suspicious by nature and cunning as a fox. This plan is not feasible."
"This won't work? That won't work? Are we just going to sit here and do nothing?" Niu Meng said, feeling a mix of anger and frustration.
"Perhaps your method is not entirely unworkable." After a long pause, Wang Yi suddenly fixed his gaze on Niu Meng and said seriously.
"Ah!" Hearing this, Niu Meng was momentarily stunned, then quickly exclaimed, "But Wang Yi, don't listen to my nonsense! Neither Li Kaishan nor Zhou Chang, nor even their subordinates are people we can kill. Moreover, Heimu Mountain has only one mountain path, easy to defend but hard to attack. It's very difficult to sneak in."
"Who says we have to sneak in? Can't we just enter openly?" Wang Yi waved his hand to signal Niu Meng not to be anxious and continued, "According to the intelligence we've gathered, although Li Kaishan is ruthless, he values talent highly and looks down on those who are afraid of death. Therefore, we just need to do this."
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