Chapter 36

　　Alan turned his gaze from the remnants of the campfire on the ground to the forest beside him.

　　"Finally. Here we are."

　　The sticky darkness in the cracks between the trees drifted in the wind, and the white moonlight sprinkled on the road, but could not shine into the shade of the forest trees.

　　Alan stroked his sword and stepped into the woods.

　　The moment he walked into the woods, the moonlight dimmed. The fallen leaves under his feet were constantly blown down by the mountain wind, accumulating into a thin leaf carpet. The trees on both sides seemed like mirror images, making it difficult to find the direction.

　　Alan's fighting spirit had already surged through his limbs and bones. With his five senses amplified, Alan's nostrils twitched from time to time. Finally, after passing a tree, his eyes lit up.

　　In his sight, there was a corner of the ground where the fallen leaves were obviously thicker than in other places. Under the layers of leaves, there seemed to be something white and vague.

　　A gust of wind blew, and the moonlight broke away from the dense cluster of leaves and fell on the carpet of leaves on the ground.

　　The human arm sticking out of it was clearly photographed.

　　Alan sneered and kicked away the fallen leaves, and the faces of three middle-aged men with ferocious expressions suddenly appeared under the tree.

　　They glared at Alan, wishing they could tear his tendons and bones apart.

　　Watching this scene, Alan squatted down, squinting his eyes with a sarcastic look on his face.

　　"Tsk, if Rudy were here, he would definitely be scared by you. You guys are really miserable. Until now, no companions have come to find you? You are a failure in life and you are doing a terrible job."

　　The three of them still had their eyes wide open, not saying a word.

　　Alan smiled and held his chin with a look of pity on his face.

　　"I was in such a hurry yesterday that I didn't have time to interrogate you. Where in the mud pit are you, a bunch of annoying maned wolves?"

　　The doubtful and inquiring words that sounded like a soliloquy floated in the air and were blown away by the wind in front of the three people's faces.

　　No one answered.

　　Because corpses can't speak.

Chapter 52: The corpse is talking?

　　"Why haven't Black Wolf and the others returned since yesterday?"

　　"Who knows? Maybe he caught some fat sheep and ran off to have some fun in Legate?"

　　The light of the torch licked the face of the man who was speaking. There was a deep scar at the corner of his eye, which added a hint of cruelty to his disdainful expression.

　　The tall, round-faced man on the side widened his eyes in a rather comical way, and quickly pushed away the torch that the other party was holding in front of his face, and said seriously,

　　"That's impossible. The Leopard boss has repeatedly warned that no one is allowed to sneak back to Rigate by taking advantage of the hijacking. They can't be that stupid, right? Did something unexpected happen?"

　　The scarred man snorted and changed the torch to his other hand.

　　"Black Wolf and Gray Rat have both reached the intermediate level of the Northern Divine Stream. Although the Earth Scorpion is a little weaker, how can they be robbed by them? Can you use your brain? Just because you are tall, do you think your brain is all in your lower body?"

　　At this his voice deepened and he pointed his thumb into the darkness behind him.

　　"Otherwise, why would Leopard Boss look so grumpy? It's been a few months now, and everyone is tired of robbing people. We have caught a few fat sheep, but we haven't even seen a single feather from the real owner."

　　"Who doesn't know that the guy with a thousand-dollar bounty is no longer in the Asura Kingdom? It's just that Boss Panther couldn't bring himself to boast to the big brothers of other thieves' gangs, saying that our base has exchanges between the north and the south and our intelligence network is airtight. What a joke!"

　　The round-faced man quickly covered the other's mouth.

　　"Keep your voice down, are you trying to kill yourself?? Is that something you can just say casually?"

　　".Let me go! Why not? I have been annoyed with that boy Banbao for a long time. If he hadn't relied on his sword god and water god to reach the top, who would obey him? He sold his asshole to get the position to the Night Lion boss, bah!"

　　". Talk about selling assholes in detail."

　　The scarred man was immediately delighted when he heard this.

　　"He has been selling his asshole for a long time. Every time he comes back to the capital, he has to sleep with the Night Lion boss for a night. When he comes back, he twists and turns. That waist, huh? "

　　He looked at the dazed expression on the round-faced man in front of him, and suddenly realized that the voice that had just answered the question was unfamiliar, and turned around in surprise.

　　I didn't know when, a boy wearing glasses who looked tender and delicate was standing next to me, leaning over and looking at me furtively.

　　The three of them looked at each other in silence.

　　The boy got anxious when he saw that the scar-faced man stopped talking at the critical moment.

　　"No? Why did you stop? Keep going? What happened to Boss Leopard's waist?"

　　Scarface and Roundface suddenly reacted, pulled out their blades with a swish, and started cursing.

　　"Who are you? Are you new here? Do you know the rules? Are you eavesdropping on the big brothers' conversation?"

　　"Do you think you can covet the waist of the leopard boss?"

　　The boy with glasses was stunned when he heard what the two said. He blinked and spoke cautiously.

　　"I'm new here and don't know the rules. Someone asked me to come and tell you to go back, saying that the guy named Leopard is angry."

　　The two were stunned when they heard this and looked at each other.

　　"You kid, if you dare to tell others what we just said, you're dead. Do you understand? I'm an intermediate swordsman. It won't take more than a few strikes to cut a small body like you. If I find out..."

　　The short man with glasses bowed his head respectfully when he heard this.

　　"I know, I know, big brothers~ It's getting late, let's go back quickly!"

　　After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the place where the scarred man's finger had pointed.

　　When the scarred man saw the other person had his back turned, the angry look on his face suddenly disappeared. He turned his head silently and looked at the round-faced man who was watching him silently. After exchanging glances, he walked up and put his arms around the other person's neck.

　　The round-faced man following behind him put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist and drew the knife silently.

　　The scarred man looked at his accomplice with a knife drawn behind him out of the corner of his eye, and exerted a little more force on his arm, as if he was very intimate with this new "little brother".

　　"Little brother, I think you look a little unfamiliar. What's your name?"

　　"My name is Alan. Let's go quickly. It's still an hour's walk away."

　　The scarred man's face darkened when he heard this.

　　".An hour? It only took half an hour to get there. Your name is Alan? How come I haven't heard of it?"

　　The scarred man's voice gradually became smaller and his pupils suddenly widened.

　　"Ai!? Ai."

　　The scarred man tried his best to pronounce Alan's name again, but he couldn't maintain the strength in his throat. He couldn't even breathe out the breath that usually made his vocal cords vibrate.

　　The dark forest swayed before his eyes. The little man beside him named Alan didn't even need to break free from his hand. He just kept walking forward and threw his figure behind him.

　　The scarred man struggled to reach out to him, but missed. He subconsciously reached for the knife at his waist, but found that he couldn't swing the sword that he was usually so proud of. Not to mention swinging the blade, he couldn't even drive his arm to move.

　　At this moment, his vision took action on its own:

　　The back of the boy with glasses was spinning towards the ground, the shadow of the tree trunk was rolling and jumping in the moonlight, the leaves flying in the air followed the tree trunk and "jumped" into the field of vision, the ground was moving erratically, the moonlight that should have been in the sky rushed into the field of vision, the moon cut through the night sky outside the gap in the woods, and a flash of fear passed across the face of the round-faced companion.

　　The grass stems on the ground rustled and touched his face, and warm liquid fell in front of him, with a salty taste.

　　The scarred man's head rolled to the ground. Amidst the rain of blood, he stared blankly at his broken torso that fell forward, his pupils dimming.

　　He is dead.

　　In the rain of blood, Alan pressed his knife and turned around, and the sticky blood kept dripping down his swordsman's uniform and onto the ground.

　　The round-faced man was holding a knife, looking at the scene in a daze, shaking like a sieve.

　　"Alan! You are Alan! Water God Style"

　　As he spoke, Alan took a step forward as if he was strolling in a garden.

　　The next moment, his figure disappeared from the eyes of the round-faced man. The latter opened his mouth in astonishment, and the word "superior" was still in his mouth. He was still speaking when he heard a slight footstep behind him. At the same time, Alan's voice came from behind his ears:

　　"The corpse is talking."

　　He was startled and subconsciously wanted to turn around.

　　Then I experienced the feeling of 'vision acting on its own'.

　　The sense of direction and balance was lost, the moonlight rolled around the woods and spun rapidly, drawing out streaks of white light with a strange and magnificent look.

　　Alan's figure flashed past him in his peripheral vision, with a smile on his face.

　　".Isn't he the superior of the Water God Style? How could this be possible?"

　　Before he could figure out what was going on, his thoughts fell into chaos and could no longer make any waves.

　　With a thud, a head fell to the ground. Alan's footsteps gradually faded away, and his low moan could be heard in the wind.

　　"The fifth one."

Chapter 53: The Mane Wolf's Occupation, the Man Behind the Scenes

　　Deep in the forest, a small lake formed by accumulated water lies right next to the towering cliffs of the Chilong Mountains.

　　Natural habitat.

　　Logically speaking, there should be some birds, beasts and monsters lurking here late at night.

　　But at this moment, within a radius of dozens of meters, there were more than ten tents densely packed together. The raincoats on the tents were very old, and the anchor nails entangled with ropes on the ground were rusty, surrounding several of the cabins in a semicircle. Dense torches were stuck in various places in the camp, the fire was bright, the grass on the ground was trampled bare, and the yellow-brown soil was faintly visible under the firelight.

　　Humans drove away the birds, beasts and monsters and occupied this habitat.

　　More than thirty figures stood in the campfire, silently looking at the only thin man sitting in front of them.

　　Under his feet was a burly man with a full beard, almost twice as big as the handsome man. However, he was kicked by the man and his head was thrown into the mud. He seemed to have fainted.

　　"How many times have I told you that I am calling you here not just for robbery, but for the reward of one thousand gold coins! Why are there always people secretly causing trouble for me? Secretly going out to contact the north to buy and sell slaves? Is this what the Night Lion boss told you to do?"

　　The thin man had a somewhat feminine expression on his face. He squinted his eyes and looked around. There were bandit-like faces all around him, but no one looked directly at him.

　　There was silence for a long moment, and everyone in front of them looked at the bald man who was closest to the thin man. The bald man took a deep breath and spoke while carefully considering his tone.

　　"Boss Leopard, everyone thinks that Allen has already run away. Staying here is not a solution. If we continue like this, we won't get the 1,000 gold coins, but everyone is struggling. Everyone dropped their work and was suddenly summoned here. It's been so long, but we haven't even found a single person. Who knows where Boss Night Lion got the information from?"

　　With a bang, blood and brain matter exploded. He looked down in shock and found that the head of the strong man under the leopard's feet had been shattered into pieces.

　　The leopard squinted and looked around.

　　"Do you think I'm discussing this with you?"

　　Everyone looked at the body on the ground in astonishment, and then heard the leopard continue to speak, with obvious anger in his words.

　　"First of all, I can confirm that the source of the information is true. As for your suspicion of the Night Lion Boss, this should not happen again."

　　Having said this, the leopard looked at the frightened thieves around him, sighed softly, and his voice returned to its usual feminine state.

　　"You are all the people that Boss Night Lion brought up from the slave market. You should know that he is not the kind of person who would not care about the lives of his brothers. How can you doubt him? There is another hidden reason why Boss Night Lion made this decision. Let me explain it to you clearly. He is also under tremendous pressure, which may be related to the survival of the thieves' group."

　　After hearing this, all the members of the thieves' group looked surprised and whispered to each other. The scene was about to become noisy, but was stopped by the sound of swords being drawn.

　　The leopard stuck the blade into the ground, and the handle made a rapid buzzing sound.

　　"The pressure comes from the powerful forces at the top of the capital. Patience is necessary. Each of you is generally a mid-level swordsman or above, and there are even several senior swordsmen. If you really want to gather information, why did you suddenly gather here from all over the Asura Kingdom?"

　　"Most of the elite members of the thieves' group have gathered here. Are they really asking you to do some bullshit highway robbery here? Think about it carefully."

　　As the leopard spoke, he glanced at the faces of the people who were looking at each other in confusion and then sighed.

　　".Alright, keep doing what you need to do, and don't stop patrolling outside."

　　Everyone was silent for a moment, then dispersed in twos and threes. Soon, the bald man was the only one left in front of the leopard. He glanced at the latter and called him to his side.

　　".Haven't you found the three Black Wolfs yet?"

　　The bald man's panicked expression had disappeared, and he leaned close to the leopard's ear and whispered with a serious face.

　　"We haven't found them yet. This method can only appease them temporarily. They are likely to go out on patrol and relax in the city of Rigate. They are all strong and usually bully the bandits in various places. How can they stay here peacefully? We still have to solve the problem fundamentally, that kid Alan..."

　　Hearing this, the leopard turned around and looked at him expressionlessly.

　　"Grey Eagle, you don't believe me? Or do you think I'm just trying to intimidate them?"

　　The bald man Gray Eagle paused, his face looking somewhat helpless.

　　"I believe it! But isn't James the most powerful person in the capital? How can he, a junior minister who has never officially taken over the leadership from Shao Ross, have the means to force the Night Lion boss?"

　　"Not James, does he deserve it?"

　　Gray Eagle's face changed when he heard this.

　　"Is there any chance of this?"

plz support me if you can

patreon.com/translator911

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/AZofficial

This fanfiction is 30-chapter ahead in my Patreon