Chapter 27: So Unlucky (3)

The fire burned brighter and brighter. Zhuo Qing's skirt hem had been torn into a miniskirt, and the pants she wore inside were as thin as cicada wings. The big man's eyes darkened, his gaze turning back and forth on Zhuo Qing: "Tsk tsk tsk, the heavens haven't treated me badly! This woman is even more exciting!"

The big man approached step by step. Just as his hand was about to grab Zhuo Qing's shoulder, a thin blade attacked with the wind. The big man hurriedly withdrew his hand to dodge, and Zhuo Qing also took the opportunity to let go, pushing Ru Er hard on the back, pushing her toward the outside of the cave, where she was caught by Qian Jing, who was just about to rush in.

Dragging Zhuo Qing to block in front of him, the big man shouted triumphantly: "Stinky brat, you and I have no grievances or grudges in the past or present, and I don't want to kill you. If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Her neck was tightly grabbed by the big man's iron chain. Zhuo Qing could barely breathe, her face flushed red. Qian Jing's phoenix eyes turned cold, and he helped Ru Er to the cave entrance. Qian Jing turned back and replied coldly: "I indeed have no grudges with you, but I take money to eliminate disasters. If you really have the ability, then fight me one-on-one. Only knowing how to use a woman as a shield and being fierce and aggressive with your mouth—are you still a man!?"

"The 'goading tactic' is useless on me!" The big man pulled the iron chain hard. Zhuo Qing's breathing stalled, and breathing became extremely difficult. Qian Jing's hands were clenched into fists. The big man knew he had grabbed the right person and shouted sternly: "You had better obediently throw away the flying knives in your hands, or I will crush her throat!"

"Crying but having no tears" was not enough to describe how she felt now. Since arriving in this ghostly place, she had been having bad luck, and her neck had suffered repeatedly! Keeping her breathing with all her might, Zhuo Qing originally thought Qian Jing would continue to provoke the big man like last time, acting relaxed, and then find an opportunity to counterattack. Anyway, he had already saved Ru Er.

Who knew—

*Clang, clang*—a few crisp sounds, and the silver-flashing thin blades were thrown to the ground one by one. Zhuo Qing stared at Qian Jing. Was he crazy? Without the flying knives, how could he fight the big man? He was doing this not only to fail to save them but also to lose his own life! Or did he have flying knives hidden elsewhere?

"Throw away the flying knives at your waist too; don't think about playing tricks!" Clearly, the big man also thought of this point. Qian Jing hesitated for a moment, and the big man tightened the iron chain again. Zhuo Qing began to cough low from the pain.

*Don't throw them! * Ignoring the pain in her neck, Zhuo Qing stared at Qian Jing dead on. *You must not throw them! * After a moment of eye contact, Zhuo Qing couldn't tell what he was thinking in those deep eyes, only hearing a few more crisp sounds by her ear—the thin blades had fallen to the ground.

Watching all the flying knives fall to the ground, the big man laughed wantonly; it sounded very harsh. Retracting the iron chain, the big man pushed Zhuo Qing to the side, pointed at Qian Jing, and laughed: "Stinky brat, grandfather will send you to see the King of Hell!"

The big man waved the round ball and struck at Qian Jing. Qian Jing crouched down halfway, dodging the round ball, and used a "sweeping fallen leaves" move, kicking the thin blades at his feet up.

*Wanting weapons? Not so easy. * The big man retracted the round ball, and the iron chain swept, knocking most of the flying knives out of the cave. Only a few fell into Qian Jing's hands. Knowing that this time it was ominous, Qian Jing shouted to Zhuo Qing: "Run!"

Zhuo Qing covered her neck and stumbled all the way to the cave entrance. Looking back, in order to resist the round ball's offensive, all the flying knives in Qian Jing's hands had been used up, and his parrying was becoming more and more embarrassed, several times nearly being hit by the round ball. Outside the mountain cave, the thin blades flying out flashed with faint silver light.

A flash of inspiration, Zhuo Qing picked up dozens of flying knives from the ground and ran back into the cave, shouting: "Qian Jing, catch!"

The big man never expected Zhuo Qing to use this trick. When he turned his head back, flying knives like rain were sprinkled toward them. The big man waved the iron chain again, wanting to block them, but unfortunately, Qian Jing had already taken the opportunity to catch many flying knives.

With weapons, in the mountain cave, the big man's long chain was clearly not as flexible as Qian Jing's flying knives. After several rounds of competition, he had already been stabbed several times.

"Stinky woman!" If it weren't for her throwing the flying knives to Qian Jing, would he have been injured?! The big man vented his anger on her, turned his direction, and the round ball in his hand attacked toward Zhuo Qing's direction.

Qian Jing was shocked. With force in his wrist, he threw the flying knife in his hand toward the big man's wrist. The flying knife pierced through the wrist with great force and sank into the big man's abdomen. The big man felt the pain, and his grip had already loosened, but the round ball still flew toward Zhuo Qing's face.

Zhuo Qing retreated a step and hit the stone wall, with nowhere to retreat. Zhuo Qing subconsciously raised her arm to protect her face. The sound of the round ball hitting the body rang out, but Zhuo Qing didn't feel any pain. Lowering her hand, she saw Qian Jing's tall body blocking in front of her.

"Qian Jing!" Zhuo Qing walked in front of him, only to see the long iron chain dragging on the ground, and the round ball hanging exactly at the position of his heart. Looking at the sharp barbs on the round ball, Zhuo Qing's heart tightened. She hurriedly supported him, and Qian Jing staggered a step. The two fell to the ground together. In the air, the rich smell of blood made Zhuo Qing's heart beat wildly.

Zhuo Qing only felt her brain heat up; she didn't know what she wanted to say: "Why did you..." She really didn't understand—why did this man, whom she had only met three times, block this blow for her?!

Why save her? Qian Jing didn't know why either. Hadn't he said that even if she begged him, he wouldn't save her again? But just now, he didn't think much at all; his body reacted faster than his brain, and he pounced over. He didn't know why this was?! Perhaps it was just not wanting an innocent person to get hurt, right?

Looking at Zhuo Qing's confused and guilty appearance, Qian Jing panted and laughed at himself: "You are already... ugly enough; if you get any uglier, you'll scare people to death."

Why was this man always so unserious? Didn't he see the blood gushing out of his chest? Zhuo Qing really wanted to scold him back, but her voice was stuck in her throat.

Seeing the big man struggling on the ground, Qian Jing pushed Zhuo Qing away and said: "You go help Ru Er, let's go quickly..."

This push finally brought Zhuo Qing back to her senses. She pressed on Qian Jing's body, letting him lie halfway on the ground to reduce the downward gravity of the round ball, and carefully checked the depth of the wound. Three barbs had pierced into the left side of his chest. Fortunately, the injury wasn't deep and hadn't damaged the organs in the chest cavity. But forcibly pulling out the barbs would not only create a large wound surface, but the excessive tearing of the muscles could also damage the internal organs.

Zhuo Qing looked toward the outside of the cave. The sound of the drizzling rain outside rang out again. Pressing down, not letting him stand up, Zhuo Qing said in a deep voice: "No, it's raining again outside. If your wound isn't treated, you will die from excessive blood loss in less than half an hour!"

Pressing a few acupoints, Qian Jing shook his head, insisting on standing up: "I have already sealed the acupoints; I won't die. We must go; he is very dangerous, and I... don't have the ability to protect you two anymore."

*Sealing the acupoints means he won't die? Then I can go straight to unemployment! * Zhuo Qing didn't believe his rhetoric, but looking at the big man who had fallen to the ground, holding his abdominal wound and moaning constantly, Zhuo Qing was also a bit worried. He shouldn't be a threat now, but she couldn't rule out the possibility of him making a desperate struggle later!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 28 =====