radicalducati Chapter 92 The Damaged Rat 3
Chapter 92 The Damaged Rat 3
Outside the window, there was a flurry of activity. Only a little over 180 people remained in Wujialing. The elderly, the weak, the young, and the women were all doing some weaving work in the cave. Xu Genshan quickly notified each family and had several large bags of hard steamed buns brought out of the cave. Soon after, more than 100 people, except for the Xu family, gathered near the small house to listen to Xu Genshan speak.
"The old mountain chief said that staying or leaving is voluntary. Everyone came to Wujialing to find peace, but now my family is facing extermination, and I can't let you all be implicated. Those who are willing to stay, stand on my side. The rest of you who want to leave, each of you will receive five steamed buns and two pills."
The first rays of sunlight had already reached the treetops, casting a soft golden glow over the entire mountain, adding a touch of melancholy to this summer day filled with bloodshed and death.
In the air, which was filled with the scent of grass, trees, and earth carried by the mountain breeze, the crowd was visibly stunned. Many people did want to leave, but when they actually heard the news of the evacuation, they felt a bit surprised.
The fat monk hovering in mid-air had already noticed the commotion below and knew that the propaganda was working, so he shouted even more enthusiastically.
"But! But!" Xu Genshan pointed at the ironwood eagle in the sky and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't believe the people of the thirteen families! Steward Zhang will be here soon, and the mountain lord will beg him to take you out."
The men of Wujialing are not good with words, but they are sincere and honest. However, after these words were spoken, many people were confused and started to discuss them.
"Where can Manager Zhang take us? Will he take us to continue wandering the market?"
"What else can I do but continue being a stray dog? It's better than dying."
"Thirteen families said they would take us in, and they said it in public. They can't go back on their word, can they?"
"Yes, yes, the thirteen families have a grudge against the Xu family, what does that have to do with us!"
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"Thirteen families are untrustworthy. Going there would likely mean certain death. These are the old mountain lord's exact words. Believe it or not, it's up to you." Xu Genshan had long lost his patience. He took out a bag of antidotes. "Those who want to leave, come and take your things, then go back and pack up."
Zeng Fuhu stood at the window, looking at the crowd in the distance. Many people were hesitant, but bloody death was right in front of them. If there was a way to live, no one wanted to die.
So soon a few people came up and took the steamed buns and pills. With someone taking the lead, more people immediately crowded around.
"Line up and get it! Once you've got it, leave immediately. Don't you dare try to take advantage of the chaos!" Xu Genshan shouted, while members of the Xu family came up to maintain order.
"Hahahaha!" Just as Wujialing was about to collapse, the fat cultivator's maniacal laughter came from above. "Welcome to the Thirteen Families, folks of Wujialing! Heaven is our witness, the Thirteen Families welcome you!"
As the fat monk laughed maniacally, the Ironwood Eagle swooped down at lightning speed, skimming close to the area where the crowd had gathered. Countless copper coins were thrown into the air, scattering like petals from a fairy maiden, glittering in the slanting morning sunlight.
A commotion erupted in the crowd as everyone scrambled for the copper coins, and the scene instantly spiraled out of control. The once orderly queue became chaotic, with everyone pushing and shoving each other to grab as many coins as possible.
"Hahahaha!" After gliding in a circle, the ironwood eagle swooped down again, and the fat cultivator tossed out another handful of copper coins. He was practically dancing with joy. "The mountain people of Wujia Ridge, following the Thirteen Families, will have candy to eat every day!"
"Stand firm!" The Hundred-Benefit Rat, who had been silent until now, suddenly warned. The Ironwood Eagle stopped abruptly, and the fat cultivator lost his footing and almost fell off the Ironwood Eagle, but the Hundred-Benefit Rat intervened in time, binding his body with a rope and pulling him back.
The fat cultivator only saw a cold light flash past his eyes. Before he could react, the Ironwood Eagle had already burst into the air and soared dozens of feet into the sky.
Then came the piercing whistling sound from both sides. Two short guns whistled past, as if tearing through the air, soaring straight into the sky. In an instant, it felt as if one's heart was being tightly gripped, making one's mind tremble.
Several ordinary people vomited, making a mess of their clothes and storage areas.
The three cultivators from the Thirteen Families were also covered in cold sweat. Those few shots were incredibly fierce. Luckily, it was the Hundred-Loss Rat. If it had been someone else, Ironwood Eagle would probably have been shot off the mountain.
"With the master here, what are you afraid of?" Bai Sunshu said disdainfully. He gestured for several ordinary people to be stuffed into the warehouse and several cultivators to enter the binding array. "Clean it up. You all stand in the middle. I'll do it again."
"Again?" The fat monk was still a little shaken.
"If I don't come again, do you think I'm afraid of him!"
The Hundred-Burning Rat insisted on going down, and the fat cultivator had no choice but to first use a cleaning spell to clean the mortals and stuff them into the bottom compartment. The three cultivators all stood in the middle of the binding array and had their waists, legs, and ankles all bound and fixed.
"Remember to throw in the money," the Hundred-Loss Rat instructed the fat cultivator. The Ironwood Eagle circled once and then swooped down again.
Here we go again! Zeng Fuhu below was speechless.
A Three Talents Spirit Combination Array was set up near the hut, which could combine the spiritual power of three people. The opponent's close-range taunt was like being defected on the head, which made Zeng Fuhu extremely angry!
"Go all out!" With a roar, Zeng Fuhu drew three short spears and stood ready. The other two cultivators poured their spiritual power into the magic array. The surging spiritual power immediately gathered in Zeng Fuhu's right arm, waiting for him to throw it with all his might.
The ironwood eagle swooped down, and the fat cultivator had already casually tossed out his copper coins. Then, he nervously channeled his spiritual power into his shield, preparing to withstand the attack.
Unexpectedly, the ironwood eagle suddenly somersaulted in its flight, spinning twice in mid-air. Even the fat cultivator, who was well-versed in such matters, was taken aback. Feeling dizzy, the fat cultivator noticed that a new five-colored rope had been added to the binding array on his body.
"Iron Spider Silk, wow, the Hundred-Damage Rat is really something, it even has time to reinforce it while spinning like that..."
As the fat monk thought about it, he felt the ironwood eagle roll over again. Feeling nauseous, he discovered that the iron spider silk had wrapped around his neck.
Is it really necessary to wrap it so high?
The fat monk sensed something was wrong, but unfortunately, that was his last thought.
The next instant, the iron spider silk wrapped around his neck tightened suddenly, and the fat cultivator was strangled until he foamed at the mouth and fainted.
The morning sun is gradually becoming brighter, shining on the leaves, and the dewdrops reflect golden light, draping this green forest in a golden veil.
The giant ironwood eagle inexplicably performed a series of difficult maneuvers in mid-air, including somersaults and side rolls. Finally, to the astonishment of the crowd below, a shifty-eyed cultivator peeked out from the eagle's head.
He cupped his hands and said, "The son of Aolai was mistakenly injured by Huaguo Mountain. Baisun Rat has come to apologize."
The infamous thug Baisunshu of Aolai!
There was a commotion below, but then Ironwood Eagle rapidly ascended, reaching a safe height that a short gun could not reach after a few breaths.
"Kill two and punish three, plus four traitors. I, Baisunshu, am fair in my dealings. Old Master Xu, remember that."
As these words were spoken, several small black dots were thrown out of the Ironwood Eagle, which then fell freely from the sky at high speed.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Seven loud bangs echoed from the small valley at the foot of the mountain. The Hundred-Burning Rat laughed heartily, while the Ironwood Eagle suddenly accelerated amidst the laughter and vanished into the morning light.