socalfunplaces Chapter 83 Quanxing Elder, Mei Jinfeng
Chapter 83 Quanxing Elder, Mei Jinfeng
"This thing is pretty unique, can I borrow it to play with?"
The blond captain froze.
He didn't even see how that person appeared!
Su Wuxian, wearing a bathrobe, stood beside him, yawning, and played with the grenade as if it were an ordinary walnut.
"High explosives? Alchemy?"
Su Wuxian smiled slightly and gently rubbed his fingers together.
The Six Treasuries Immortal Thief: Decomposition.
"Pfft."
The grenade, powerful enough to flatten a mountain, emitted a wisp of smoke in Su Wuxian's hand, and then...
It turned into a pile of scrap metal powder, which dripped down between my fingers.
"Look, the quality is poor; it's gotten damp."
Su Wuxian clapped the iron powder off his hands and looked with a smile at the blond captain who was now completely petrified:
"Young man, instead of sleeping at night, you come here and set off firecrackers so loudly. Aren't you a bit inconsiderate?"
The blond captain looked at the pile of powder on the ground, his knees buckled, and he knelt down with a thud.
devil......
This is absolutely the devil!
That's a high-strength alloy shell of alchemical lightning!
Rub it into powder by hand?
"I...I surrender..."
The blond captain raised his hands and spoke in fluent Chinese.
"It's too late."
Su Wuxian yawned and turned to walk back:
"Baby, this one's for you to practice on. Bury it deep, don't let it escape."
"Zhang Chulan, clean up the battlefield and see if they have any good food in their bags. I'm hungry again."
"Okay!"
Feng Baobao walked over carrying a shovel, looking at the blond captain with the same gaze she would give a radish about to be buried:
"Don't move, I'll be quick, it won't hurt."
"No! No!!!"
The blond captain's screams echoed through the mountains and forests, startling a flock of birds.
A few minutes later.
The camp returned to calm.
More than a dozen neat mounds of earth appeared on the ground, with only their heads sticking out to breathe.
These people's vital energy was destroyed, turning them into complete useless people.
Normally speaking...
These people came with murderous intent; killing them wouldn't cause any harm.
But since there are so many children in the venue, we should try our best not to kill them.
It's too gory; I have nightmares about it tonight.
Su Wuxian sat by the campfire and addressed the crowd:
"This is just the first wave."
"The fact that these foreigners dared to come in means there are bigger fish behind them."
"But it's alright..."
Su Wuxian glanced into the depths of the Qinling Mountains:
"We've come here not only to find treasure, but also to see old friends."
"Xiao Feng should be not far ahead."
"I hope I can see her before those foreign devils."
Zhang Zhiwei took a sip of tea and said calmly:
"Don't worry, with us here, the Qinling Mountains won't be turned upside down."
......
Deep in the Qinling Mountains, in an unnamed canyon.
Beyond the dense forest that buried foreign mercenaries, the terrain became increasingly treacherous.
The mountain walls on both sides are as if carved by a knife and axe, piercing straight into the sky, leaving only a sliver of sky.
The valley was shrouded in mist, and the magnetic field was disordered, rendering even a compass useless, which would spin aimlessly like a headless fly.
"Huff... huff..."
Wang Ye threw his mountain-sized backpack on the ground, plopped down on a rock, and refused to move.
"I can't... I really can't..."
"Gentlemen, we've been walking for most of the day, and there's not a soul in sight. Are we lost?"
"Lost? Impossible!"
Tian Jinzhong, who was walking ahead, stopped and glared at Wang Ye. Although he was slightly out of breath, he was still full of energy.
"My senior brother and I have an intuition that can't be wrong! The Qi formation in this place is strange; it gathers and retains Qi without releasing it, making it an excellent place for Tibetans!"
Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back on a protruding rock, his gaze behind his sunglasses scanning the surrounding mist:
"Hmm, there's definitely something to it."
"The roads here are not for people to walk on, but for 'monkeys' to walk on."
"A monkey?" Zhang Chulan was taken aback.
"Looks like we've come to the right place."
Su Wuxian held the simple map he had taken from the mercenary and pointed to a thicket of bushes that seemed to lead nowhere:
"If we go through this woods, we should be able to see the 'gravekeeper's' hut."
"The gravedigger?" Feng Baobao tilted her head. "Who died?"
"A person whose heart is dead."
Su Wuxian said something indifferently and took the lead in pushing aside the bushes and walking in.
......
After passing through the bushes, the view suddenly opened up.
This is an extremely secluded valley, surrounded by sheer cliffs, with only one extremely hidden path leading to it.
In the middle of the valley, a simple wooden house stands all alone.
A small vegetable garden was cultivated in front of the wooden house, where some radishes and cabbages were planted.
Several free-range chickens were scratching for food in the field.
If it weren't for the fact that it's located deep in the mountains and forests, this would be a perfect picture of idyllic seclusion.
"There's someone there."
Zhang Chulan lowered his voice and made a shushing gesture.
In front of the wooden house sat an old woman with a full head of white hair.
She was wearing a faded cotton shirt, old-fashioned round-framed glasses, and was mending a very old-looking garment with a needle and thread in her hand.
Although time had etched wrinkles on her face, she sat upright, exuding the poise of a well-bred lady, and a kind of...
A cold indifference that keeps people at arm's length.
Mei Jinfeng, a founding member of the Quanxing Society.
He was also one of the witnesses to the oath of brotherhood of the Thirty-Six Thieves, and the number one "die-hard fan" of Wugensheng, the leader of Quanxing Sect.
"Ahem, um..."
Zhang Chulan straightened his clothes, put on a respectful smile befitting a junior, stepped forward, and called out across the fence:
"Grandma! Hello! We're a group of travelers who've gotten lost. Could we please have some water?"
Mei Jinfeng's needle and thread did not stop.
She didn't even raise her head; her voice was flat, yet it carried a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.
"There is no water and no road here."
"Go back to where you came from."
"Don't be like that, Grandma."
Zhang Chulan shamelessly continued to try and get closer to him:
"In this desolate wilderness, meeting is fate. Actually... I've come to find my relatives."
"Many people go missing in the Qinling Mountains every year. You go on your search for your loved ones, don't bother me."
Mei Jinfeng looked up at Zhang Chulan.
There was another group of people in the distance, but they were standing a bit far away and in the shadows, so she couldn't see them clearly at first glance.
"You should know the relative I'm looking for..."
"My grandfather's name is Zhang Huaiyi. I don't know if you've heard of him?"
"collapse!"
The needle and thread in Mei Jinfeng's hand suddenly broke.
A chilling aura suddenly erupted from this seemingly frail old woman.
She slowly raised her head.
Those originally cloudy eyes now became as sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at Zhang Chulan.
"Zhang Huaiyi..."
(Dear readers, because I made significant changes to the original plot regarding Biyou Village, I directly deleted the scene where Granny Jin Feng is captured. Therefore, this is considered Zhang Chulan and Granny Jin Feng's first meeting. Since some parts of the plot were changed, many later parts also needed to be modified, so this part looks somewhat different from the original. Please forgive me.)