Chapter 132 Taking Revenge

Zeng Jianyue turned her head and asked Yang Lin, "Is this enough?"

Yang Lin took the bamboo basket and weighed it. He nodded with a smile. There were at least a hundred purple centipedes in it.

Zeng Jianyue raised her hand and threw the fire in her hand towards the grave soil. The continuously crawling purple centipedes seemed not to see the fire and not feel the heat as they rushed towards the fire. The burning fire crackled, and even a stinking smell wafted out. It should be that the fire had burned the rotting flesh inside.

"Quick, pile up the soil!" Zeng Jianyue saw that there were more and more purple centipedes. She turned back and said sharply to Pan Yueqing and the others. Immediately, everyone bent down and picked up handfuls of grave soil. Following Zeng Jianyue's action, they threw the soil onto Zhou Poshan's grave. After covering it tightly, Zeng Jianyue spread a thick layer of dry grass on it and then set the grave on fire.

She turned around and sobbed uncontrollably.

Qi Sian suddenly asked, "Is this how the purple centipedes are used every time?"

Zeng Jianyue raised her eyes, her eyes full of sadness. Finally, she nodded helplessly. "This is a folk remedy passed down by the elderly. It is said that it can only be found in the graves of the unjustly dead and can cure diseases. It is said to be transformed from the resentment of the unjustly dead."

"But every time it is used, the grave must be destroyed to prevent these things from emerging continuously."

Qi Sian nodded. He lowered his eyes to hide all his emotions. However, Yang Lin put his hand into the bamboo basket. Qi Sian saw Yang Lin's action out of the corner of his eye and blurted out a warning, stepping forward to stop him.

Yang Lin raised his eyes. His eyes were heavy as if covered with a layer of white gauze. His movements were calm and determined. He took half a step back and slightly shook his head to signal Qi Sian and the others not to disturb him. Then he closed his eyes. His shoulders might be trembling due to the pain. This action lasted for nearly half the time it took to burn a stick of incense.

During this half of the time, Pan Yueqing noticed that Yang Lin had been nodding and shaking his head, and when looking at people and things, he only squinted his eyes. She immediately asked Su Ruoqing, "Is Mr. Yang's eyes injured? Cousin, where are those cavalrymen by your side?"

Not mentioning it was okay. As soon as it was mentioned, Su Ruoqing's hand hidden in his sleeve unconsciously clenched tightly. His palm was even scratched by his nails, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. Su Ruoqing turned his head away with red eyes and let out a sigh. "The brothers are all dead. This city was secretly occupied. When we arrived, there was not a single living person. But when we were digging in the western grave hill, we were surrounded by a group of bandits! There were originally poisonous insects in the soil. The brothers risked their lives to send us out. Now... except for me and Mr. Yang... there is not a single living person left!"

Su Ruoqing even shed tears as he spoke and beat the withered tree beside him several times.

"This place is not suitable to stay for long," Pan Yueqing couldn't help but bite her lower lip after hearing this, and she made a decision in her heart.

Zeng Jianyue's face suddenly turned pale. She raised her eyes and looked at the red dots that appeared at some unknown time and were now getting closer and closer. She took a deep breath. "I'm afraid we can't leave either."

The sound of horses' hooves came one after another, accompanied by the arrogant laughter of the bandits.

Pan Yueqing lowered her eyes and turned her head to see that Yang Lin's hand had slowly withdrawn from the bamboo basket. His hand was bitten purple. Yang Lin let out a long sigh and seemed to catch his breath. He turned his head to look at Pan Yueqing and the others. His eyes were not as dull as before. He smiled lightly. "This is the medicinal primer that can cure the plague."

"Make a fire in front of you," Yang Lin stretched out his hand to feel the wind direction. He grabbed a few purple centipedes with his bare hands and mixed them with a bag of powder on his body and poured them all into the fire. A wisp of blue smoke drifted towards the bandits with the wind. Then he smiled at Pan Yueqing and the others. "Try to provoke them as much as possible."

"There's a little lady!" The bandit leader with angry eyes held a big knife longer than his body. Looking at Zeng Jianyue, he laughed wildly. His subordinates beside him also joined in the jeering. "And she has green eyes!"

"Selling her on the black market can be worth this much!" Another subordinate with a sharp mouth and a monkey-like face opened his five fingers and smiled obsequiously at the bandit leader wearing a tiger skin. "Big brother! We're going to get rich again!"

The bandit laughed heartily. "I'll have some fun with her first before selling her on the black market!"

Su Ruoqing raised his eyes and met the bandit leader's gaze. Immense hatred burst out from his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Xiong Lazi!"

"Yoho!" The subordinate with a sharp mouth and a monkey-like face looked at Su Ruoqing, who was standing there wearing armor, with disheveled hair and a hateful gaze. "Isn't this the little general who begged us not to kill people the other day?" There was mockery in his eyes. "You begged for mercy when we only had fifty brothers the other day. Today, we've brought a hundred brothers!"

"What can you do to me?!" Xiong Lazi laughed heartily. He took the big knife off his shoulder and swung it in the air. There was contempt in his eyes. "How about this time you kneel down and call me a few good brothers? For the sake of your good looks, I'll spare that little green-eyed beauty today?"

"I said," Pan Yueqing lowered her voice and said lazily, looking at the bandits laughing in a group. "Have you said enough?"

Xiong Lazi squinted his eyes and examined Pan Yueqing's face. Then he exclaimed, "There's an even more handsome young man here!" He immediately turned his head and asked the subordinate with a sharp mouth and a monkey-like face beside him. "Look, how much can this kind of appearance be worth if sold on the black market?!"

The bandit rolled his eyes. When he looked at Pan Yueqing again, it was as if he had seen a pile of money. He immediately made a gesture of "eight" to Xiong Lazi and smiled obsequiously. "Even if the king has used him, it can still be worth this much!"

"For those who are about to die, isn't it too much to consider these things?" Qi Sian sneered and said. He immediately raised his hand and made a aiming gesture. Suddenly, a sleeve arrow shot towards the forehead of the bandit with a sharp mouth and a monkey-like face under his pat on his arm. The bandit, who had been laughing wildly with a quacking voice, didn't even have time to cry for help.

Xiong Lazi watched the person in front of him fall down. His anger immediately flared up. He roared, "How dare you?!" He whipped his horse and swung his big knife, about to chop at Qi Sian's head. Seeing Xiong Lazi's move, the other bandits swarmed up.

Pan Yueqing grabbed the grass and wood ash burning on Zhou Poshan's grave and threw it towards Xiong Lazi.

Xiong Lazi laughed wildly. He held the big knife high above his head. "Do you think this little thing can blind my eyes?!"

"One."

Suddenly, Yang Lin's clear counting sound came from the air.

"Two."

"What are you doing?!" Xiong Lazi looked at a man with a small beard sitting upright in front of the fire, fanning with a fan now and then. The smile on his lips made Xiong Lazi feel a sense of unease.

"Goodbye." Yang Lin didn't raise his head, but his smile became deeper. Xiong Lazi suddenly covered his chest and fell off his horse. Su Ruoqing held a knife and walked up to Xiong Lazi. His gaze was cold. Out of the corner of his eye, Xiong Lazi saw his subordinates falling to the ground one after another.

"Don't... don't kill me... I... I'll serve you as a cow or a horse..."

Yang Lin's smile faded. He stood up. "See you in the next life."

The moment he turned his back, Su Ruoqing raised his knife and dropped it, cutting off Xiong Lazi's head.

Holding the head, Su Ruoqing murmured to himself. "It was you who killed my brothers while we were poisoned."