bookrandom Chapter 96 If we're going to die, let's die together!
Chapter 96 If we're going to die, let's die together!
"Ah, brother, why do you say that? Didn't your father leave with the government officials?"
Several older men tried to stop the waiter, but it was too late; he had already spoken.
The young man sobbed and said pitifully, "No, Immortal Master, it's not that I meant to lie to you. It's just that there's something I can't hide. On the way of the Great Migration, we were a little slow and encountered bandits. Chaos was inevitable. Several uncles died in the fighting, and the remaining manpower couldn't carry so much cargo. My father... he..."
"No rush, take your time." Zhong Ming's voice was gentle. He picked up a white object to wipe the young man's tears, but suddenly realized that it was a large white steamed bun. He reluctantly put it away.
“My father took a few wounded uncles, found a cave, hid most of the goods inside, and told us to leave first. But we were greedy and took too much goods, so we walked slowly. We hadn’t even gone a hundred miles before the deadline, and the guards found us and brought us here.”
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming was greatly alarmed.
"Ah, how could this be? We're doomed! There's only one hour left before the Twin Dragons Run the Water."
"Immortal Master, please save my father! I'll do anything for you, even be your slave, as long as you can save him!" The waiter completely broke down, crying as he tried to hug Zhong Ming's leg, completely forgetting that he was a prisoner.
He tearfully revealed his father's hiding place. Anyway, the Twin Dragons' Journey was about to begin, so what difference would it make if everyone knew?
Zhong Ming quickly calculated that the straight-line distance was about ten miles away. If he didn't take the winding mountain path and instead skipped the mountain streams and cliffs, it wouldn't take long.
Furthermore, there is still one hour, or two hours, before their scheduled meeting time; the "Double Dragons Running Through Water" event is not actually scheduled to begin in one hour.
The great formation was completely shut down at that time.
He had plenty of time.
"I'll give it a try, but I can't help the seriously wounded. Let them fend for themselves. Here's what you'll do: give me a token."
Upon hearing this, the waiter kowtowed heavily to the ground and took out a jade pendant from his neck.
Zhong Ming agreed to the task, reasoning that these bandits must have hidden a lot of valuable items. Just as he was about to reach out and take it, the bandit forcefully pulled off the jade pendant's cord and placed it in his large hand.
“Immortal Master, tell my father that this is the token, and he will surely believe it.”
Zhong Ming nodded.
At this point, he still valued chivalry. He figured getting paid for helping someone was no big deal. "I saved your life, give me some goods, anyway, any goods that can't be loaded will be completely destroyed by the Double Dragons Flowing Water."
Seeing that the soldiers were still struggling with the ropes binding the goods, Zhong Ming called out to them, "You must all be tired. Stop what you're doing and I'll treat you to something to eat."
After saying that, he began frantically emptying his storage bag, throwing out all the food he had gotten from a self-service food area.
A few breaths later, they saw a mountain of food piled up higher than a person.
The soldiers stared wide-eyed. They were used to seeing immortals flying around, but this was the first time they had ever seen someone toss out a huge pile of fine wine, roast meat, and hand-grabbed rice.
"Captain, what do we do...?"
"What do you mean, 'what to do'? The Immortal Master's words are orders! Follow me!"
The soldiers, who had been starving all day, pounced on the food with a roar. From now on, they could boast that they had been treated to a meal by immortals. That would be truly... even an imperial banquet couldn't compare.
......
By this time, Zhong Ming had already dashed quite a distance away.
It was only a dozen miles, and he even tried the "Sword Control Technique" to see if he could fly.
But after thinking about it, I decided to give up and play it safe for now.
Before long, he arrived at a small hill with...not-so-great scenery.
Seeing no movement around him, Zhong Ming shouted loudly, "Boatman, your son sent me to pick you up, where are you~~~"
He twitched his ears and heard the sound of swords being drawn.
"Captain, where are you? I'll show you the token."
After many twists and turns, Zhong Ming wondered how they had managed to move the goods here, as this was clearly not a suitable route for a horse-drawn carriage.
Yes, let's see where the carriage can go.
Looking left and right, this small hill has a fairly stable mountain path, but the path winding around it isn't very...
Ok?
Zhong Ming followed the mountain path to a large rock, which was so big that it almost blocked half of the path.
Upon closer inspection, the soil beneath the stone was noticeably different from that on the ground.
It seems that the cave has been blocked with rocks.
“Thump thump thump~” Zhong Ming tapped the rocks with the mother and child swords.
"Are you inside? Your son gave me a rope as a token, asking me to take you to safety."
A rustling sound came from the other side of the big rock.
After several life-threatening incidents, Zhong Ming became cautious and tiptoed up the hillside above the rocks to quietly observe what was below.
On the rock, a small stone had been pushed aside, actually cutting the rock... no, it should be said that it naturally fell in two and was stuck together.
The rocks moved slowly, and first emerged a sharp blade, followed by the captain of the "river patrol team".
"Hey, it really is you."
Zhong Ming leaped down from above, nearly startling the man into dropping his sword.
"Show me the token."
His head snapped back in, leaving only the tip of the sword visible through the gap.
Zhong Ming threw the rope inside.
The other person was silent for a while, then pushed aside the half-stone above, looking like they were struggling.
Zhong Ming went to help him and pulled him apart in one go. An ominous smell of blood mixed with the stench of excrement and festering wounds filled the air.
“You are…”
"It's nothing, just sleeping with a dead person."
The elderly, bearded man spoke calmly, stuffing the rope into his pocket.
"Without medicine, we didn't have the extra strength to carry the medicine, so we all died."
In the mortal world, a serious injury is simply a death with a little more time to prepare for the funeral.
The man suddenly screamed wildly, "Go away! I will never be separated from my babies! We'll die together!"