radicalducati Chapter 127, Section 126.3: The Thief Spends the Night on That Mountain
Chapter 127, Section 126.3: The Thief Spends the Night on That Mountain
Chapter 127, Section 126: Three Thieves Spend the Night on That Mountain (Fourth Update)
Late at night, I stayed at that mountain.
Three furtive figures walked along the secluded path, groping their way to the edge of the samurai temple.
On the way, the three of them talked quietly to each other.
"Hey, you idiot, didn't you say that nobody really cares about that Samurai Temple?"
Why are there so many TPCs patrolling outside during the day? Are there monsters around here?
The middle-aged man, who looked somewhat fierce, pushed aside the thorns blocking his path and said with great displeasure.
I originally just planned to come here, pull off one quick job, and leave, but it's turned out to be this complicated.
It's one thing to have patrols, but what's the point of those TPCs patrolling with real weapons?
If he hadn't recently heard that a very important person was collecting old objects, he would have turned around and left.
"Exactly, exactly. When I was first arrested, the scene wasn't this big. Those guys could have easily smashed my head in one shot with their guns."
Next time something this dangerous happens, please don't ask me to come along. I'm scared.
Besides, these sounds like ghostly wails.
The second person to speak was a short man with a sleazy face, and there was a hint of fear on his face.
The mountain wind howled through the path, always seeming strangely eerie.
"What a spineless coward! Even a thief is afraid of ghosts!"
No sooner had he spoken than the short man was shoved to the ground by the fierce-looking leader.
The short man remained silent, and with the help of the man in the yellow jacket, he got up.
"Okay, stop arguing."
The man in the yellow jacket forced himself to shake off his frustration and stop thinking about it.
I don't know why, but I have a feeling that this mistake will lead to terrible consequences.
"In the past, no one really cared about this. Everyone in the village who was going to go to the city had already gone. Only some of the older folks would still talk about it from time to time."
The TPC is probably for other situations.
My grandfather told me that as long as the samurai's sword doesn't move, the Sukuna Oni won't come back to life.
Upon hearing the name Sukuna Oni, the short man shrank even lower, not daring to even look up, for fear that he would encounter an oni the moment he opened his eyes.
"A samurai sword? That kind of thing must be worth more."
The fierce-looking man was clearly the leader of the three. He ignored the "Sukuna Oni" mentioned by the man in the yellow jacket and was more interested in the samurai sword.
What era are we living in? The idea of ghosts and gods has long been labeled as superstition by the authorities. It would be more accurate to call them monsters.
But if a mere warrior from a few hundred years ago could suppress and seal a monster, what is he afraid of? Maybe he could even take on that one himself.
The most urgent task is to steal the statue and samurai sword before the TPC patrol appears.
If we hand it over to that important person, given the legendary status of the samurai sword, we might even get a little more money.
"It's best not to take that samurai sword; the bronze statue will suffice."
The man in the yellow jacket persuaded them, saying that with the value of the bronze statue, each of them could get a large sum of money if they split it equally, enough to live a carefree life for a year.
Moreover, the ruthless man who orchestrated all of this would certainly not be willing to share equally; he would want a larger share. Why would he need to take the risk?
"Stop talking nonsense. We're already in this line of work, so why are you acting all high and mighty? Just make the money, why are you complaining that you're making too much?"
Upon learning that the harvest would be even greater, the ruthless man became excited and quickened his pace, clearly intending to take it all.
Of the two guys around me, only the one who can pick locks is still somewhat useful; the other one, the one in the yellow jacket, is now completely useless.
It would be great if that guy quit on his own.
"But----"
As the man in the yellow jacket spoke, the short, sleazy-looking man silently followed.
Just like that ruthless man said, no one would complain about earning more money.
"There's no 'but' about it. If you're scared, you can go by yourself."
Anyway, I have the car keys, so if you want to leave, you'll have to leave on your own.
"Despicable! I paid half for that car!"
The man in the yellow jacket said angrily.
"I don't care. If you want to leave, you'll have to go by yourself. We're not going to leave the money we've already got our hands on, are we, you idiot!"
The ruthless man patted the short, sleazy-looking man on the shoulder. "This kid is actually quite sensible."
If that guy quits, this kid can get a bigger share.
Yes, you're right.
The short man smiled obsequiously, his greed taking over in an instant, overpowering the fear that had just filled his heart.
"Fine, I'll go with you."
The man in the yellow jacket lowered his head, feeling as if he had given up on something, and felt a little lost.
But there was nothing I could do; my parents had said before they passed away that they wanted to start their own families.
The wealth I have accumulated is not even enough to cover the cost of the wedding gift.
"That's it, why bother with all that fuss? Hurry up and catch up!"
If you do this again, we won't take you with us.
What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Pah!
The ruthless man spat at the weeds beside him and continued walking uphill. He had wasted half a day and hadn't even gotten a little more money. It was disgusting.
When they arrived at the entrance of the Samurai Temple, unlike the time Jiang Yu had come, the weeds at the entrance had now been cleared away.
The Temple of the Warriors seems to have been meticulously maintained and looks brand new, but its ancient atmosphere still lingers.
To prevent theft, the gates of the Samurai Temple have been locked with their original locks.
This was suggested by an old patrolman surnamed Yamada. Whether it's superstition or not, it's safer this way.
"How's it going? Can you open this lock?"
The ruthless man didn't think much of it and just urged the sleazy little guy to unlock the door.
"No problem, it'll be done right away."
The short man took out a strangely shaped tool and easily pried open the lock.
"Truly a master."
The ruthless man, with excitement on his face, praised the short man.
"That's too easy."
"Go in."
As soon as the three of them stepped into the Temple of the Warriors, they were made shivering by the darkness and oppressive atmosphere.
Three flashlights could not dispel the overwhelming terror; even the bravest and most ruthless man felt a chill run down his spine.
That guy seems to be right; maybe this place really was once a place where ghosts and gods were suppressed.
No, ghosts and gods are all fake, all fake!
Success was just one step away; how could the ruthless man give up at this crucial moment?
Forcibly suppressing his fear, the ruthless man kicked the trembling little man at his feet and yelled, "Hurry up and go inside! Isn't it even scarier to be alone at the door at a time like this?"
"Oh, right, that makes sense. Wait for me."
The man in the yellow jacket held a flashlight and shone it directly at the imposing bronze statue on the table, his mind filled with mixed emotions.
He remembered that when his grandfather was alive, he had brought him here to pay his respects.
"Hey, stop standing there! There doesn't seem to be anything good here except for the statues and samurai swords. Let's get going!"
The ruthless man glanced around at his surroundings, and after confirming the situation, he immediately urged them on.
P.S.: One more chapter to go. I'll try to finish before 7 PM; my head is spinning.