Chapter 138 If you move, you will be killed!

Author: The 300-pound cook

Chapter 138 If you move, you will be killed!

Yang Chuan wandered around the edge of the valley, observed, and quickly rushed into the depths of the valley. Even Sister Bao who came after him could hardly catch up.

There is a vast world among the dense mountains and forests.

This is his main battlefield!

Therefore, his first choice was neither to step forward to help Huo Qubing nor to rescue Cao Xiang.

Instead, he chose to cause trouble.

When facing an enemy head-on, not to mention the tall and thin old man, even those men in linen clothes, he should not be able to withstand their three punches and two kicks, let alone those guys are armed with sharp blades...

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It has to be said that this ghost place called "Ghost Valley" is quite large. Yang Chuan went around in a big circle and spent a whole stick of incense before arriving at the bamboo loft at the end.

"How many Yulin orphans have come?"

"Twenty-three."

"Why did we only send twenty-three this time? There are too few people and it's not fun."

"Hey, there are three thorns this time. There is a message from over there. You should be darker when you attack."

"Haha, okay, then after we capture them all alive, we can play with them to death."

"Hehehe..."

In a very grand attic, there was a burst of joking laughter. There were men and women, old and young. There were ten people in total, and they all sounded in a good mood.

Yang Chuan quietly walked over and squatted in a dark corner, listening for a moment, feeling very confused.

It seems that this bullshit place is really not simple. How dare you attack the Yulin Army? It's so life-threatening. This is obviously a serious crime of treason and the Nine Clans will be punished!

Yang Chuan listened for a moment, but the people in the attic no longer talked about the matter in front of them, but talked about some "gossip" in Chang'an City very freely, for example, whose little girl was the most handsome, and which prince

My concubine is having an affair with a young man.

All in all, it's very boring.

After squatting for a while, Yang Chuan was thinking about how to start. Suddenly, with a bang, the door of the attic was pushed open, and with the sound of heavy footsteps, an extremely strong man walked down.

This guy!

He is about nine feet tall, not to mention broad-shouldered and round-waisted. His fierce-looking arms alone are almost two or three points thicker than Yang Chuan's small waist...

Yang Chuan felt his eyelids twitch wildly several times, and he couldn't help but want to curse a few curse words.

What the hell is this place? It’s really a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. How come anyone who comes out looks like a big monster? It seems that I’m not cautious enough.

This time, he was tricked by Sister Bao and the two sand sculptures!

The strong man walked down from the attic, walked a dozen or so steps not far away, and then stood under a tall pine tree to urinate. He shouted angrily: "That little brat who is stirring up trouble has gone into the forest. Who is that?"

, Hou Laosan, go and catch him."

"I know, I know, I can't even catch a skinny monkey, Ding Laosi and the others are all shit eaters!"

Following a promise, a middle-aged man with a skinny appearance walked down from the attic, cursing and walking toward the woods in the southwest.

It seems that this strong man is still a small boss.

Hearing the man fart comfortably, humming and shivering, and walking towards the attic, Yang Chuan quietly took out a special small hand crossbow and began to silently count the man's extremely heavy footsteps.

one;

two;

Three, four, five, six...eleven!

So, when the strong man stepped on the wooden board of the attic staircase, Yang Chuan took action.

He just raised his hand slightly, and there was a soft 'ding' sound.

The strong man paused suddenly, then stretched out his hand to grab in the air, like a man who suddenly lost his sight. A look of extreme fear appeared on his face, and he slowly opened his big furry mouth.

This strong man seemed to want to say something.

However, he didn't say anything after all, and collapsed softly on the stairs. The muscles on his face quickly became stiff, and the look of extreme panic gradually turned into a sigh.

Finally, he let out a long breath and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

'The first one!'

Yang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, jumped out from his hiding place, clung to the wall of the attic, quickly rushed up to the attic, curled up into a ball and squatted three feet behind the door, and took out a few things from his body in time.

A woolen rope net, a small hand crossbow, a fire stick, a small deerskin bag, and a wine bag were all small gadgets that he never showed to anyone. Some of them had never been seen by Tang Yifu, Cao Xiang, and Huo Qubing.

If he doesn't move, he will be killed; if he moves, he will be killed.

This is Yang Chuan's consistent style.

When he discovered that this place was strange, he actually had murderous intentions; especially when he saw Huo Qubing, Cao Xiang and a group of Yulin warriors fighting to the death, with their lives uncertain, the demon in his heart was finally awakened successfully.

No matter what bullshit Huainan King Liu An is, no matter what bullshit conspiracies he has, Yang Chuan has made up his mind to kill everyone here and wait!

At this moment, Sister Bao appeared quietly.

This guy seemed to realize that he had done something stupid. He jumped up to the attic, rubbed his furry head on Yang Chuan's legs and butt, and shook his tail vigorously...

Yang Chuan was laughed at by this guy.

He stretched out a hand, gently kneaded Sister Leopard's head a few times, and gave her the command to 'kill with all your strength'.

Sister Bao turned her head and thought for a moment, her eyes became cold, she turned around and jumped onto the railing, and with another leap, she went down to the attic, disappeared into a piece of herbal seedlings...

"Boss Jiang went out to pee, why hasn't he come back for so long?"

"Could it be that we went to catch the little thief who set the fire?"

"No, Mr. Jiang is born with supernatural powers. He can kill brown bears, tigers, leopards and wolves with his bare hands, but his legs are weak. What's more, hasn't he already sent Hou San'er there?"

"No, I have to go out and take a look. Damn it, what's going on today? Why are my eyelids twitching so much? Don't let the boat capsize in the gutter..."

The door to the attic opened, and a plump woman came out. She immediately saw the sturdy man lying motionless on the stairs, and she couldn't help but open her mouth to shout.

At this moment, Yang Chuan's second arrow shot out.

'The second one!'

The plump woman took a big step forward, broke the railing of the attic, and threw herself down.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", followed by a brief sigh, and the woman plunged into the soil of the flower bed, almost half of her head piercing it.

Then, his hands and feet twitched a few times and stopped moving.

As a qualified cook, it is natural that the feather arrows of the crossbow are stained with some poison that can seal the throat. In fact, the key to having such a miraculous effect is that he aims accurately and directly shoots the crossbow with poison.

The arrow pierced the back of the woman's head...

"What happened?"

"Mrs. Hua, what happened?"

"Hurry, hurry, something happened!"

Immediately, the remaining seven people in the room strode toward the door, chattering incessantly, mixed with the sound of clashing swords. It was obvious that everyone had drawn their swords.

Yang Chuan moved his body back to make enough space, hung up a large net woven with wool ropes, jumped forward, and jumped forward.

As he passed the door, the crossbow arrow in his hand shot out again, but it hit a middle-aged man in the face.

'The third one!'

ah--

A shrill scream suddenly sounded. The man was hit by a poisonous arrow in the face and fell backwards, knocking the other people back several steps.

"There's an assassin!"

"Quick, quick, get out!"

The remaining six people waved their weapons and rushed toward the door, but were blocked by a broken net. They couldn't help but become anxious, and roared in low voices as they went to chop down the inconspicuous broken net.

At this moment, the crossbow in Yang Chuan's hand fired again; at the same time, he threw a large bag of white stuff all over his face. Four of the six people inside immediately covered their eyes and started wailing.

Ah, I feel relieved.

If quicklime is splashed into the eyes, only the injured person will know the taste.

Yang Chuan succeeded in his move, and of course he took advantage of his illness to kill him. Taking advantage of the six people's panic, he opened the wine bag and poured the liquid inside onto the attic.

Then he opened a small copper pot and sprinkled a little of the black crumbs inside onto the liquid.

It's a pity that he hasn't prepared the small magic weapon of 'sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal'. Otherwise, there is no need to go to such trouble at all. He would still need to use flax oil and charcoal chips to 'kill people and set fire'...

With a few crisp sounds of 'click, click, click'.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the end of the small bamboo tube in Yang Chuan's hand ignited a small group of scarlet flames, but it was a "fire" that he had never shown to outsiders.
To be continued...