Chapter 33: I Was Terrified

Qin Xiaopang opened his eyes, and he could still hear the sound of fighting in his ears.

He turned his face and saw Old Yanpao still fighting with the gold-rimmed glasses, his body covered in bloody cuts.

Old Yanpao's movements were very sluggish, and behind him, Hu Gaozi was waiting for an opportunity.

No, he had to go up and help quickly; Old Yanpao couldn't hold on.

Qin Xiaopang picked up the axe and just climbed up when he saw the gold-rimmed glasses go behind Old Yanpao and grab his hair.

Old Yanpao raised his head under the pull, and Hu Gaozi stepped forward and cut Old Yanpao's throat with a dagger.

Blood gushed out, Old Yanpao's body went soft, and he fell to the ground.

Hu Gaozi looked at the blood and laughed excitedly, laughing with a few coughs.

He had been eroded by the poisonous fog and poisoned by Old Yanpao's smoke; his current condition wasn't too good.

But the gold-rimmed glasses' condition was very good.

As a Poison Cultivator, he had extremely strong resistance to poisonous fog.

Of course, this didn't mean he could stay on Bitter Wushan forever; with his current cultivation base, he couldn't resist the erosion of the poisonous fog for a long time.

But one day wasn't too long for him, and it had almost no effect on him.

He took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his hands, and walked to Qin Xiaopang.

"I heard what I said just now. I hate talking to fools; I don't want to say a single word more."

"Compared to that old guy, you shouldn't be a fool. At least you're still young and won't be so stubborn."

"Leave the flowers, and I'll spare your life."

"No!" Xiaopang gripped the bag tightly.

"Why are you doing this?" Hu Gaozi laughed. "I counted for you; you only picked twenty flowers in total. Selling them down the mountain is only a thousand-plus yuan. Is it worth risking your life for a thousand-plus yuan?"

"I just won't give them to you!" Xiaopang gripped the axe tightly. He knew his life was definitely worth more than a thousand-plus yuan, but he wouldn't allow others to easily take away what belonged to him.

"You really are giving face but don't want it!" Hu Gaozi stepped forward and kicked Xiaopang in the chest.

This time Xiaopang was prepared, blocked the kick with the axe handle, and slashed an axe at Hu Gaozi.

Hu Gaozi dodged the axe, but the dodge was very reluctant. After being poisoned by the smoke, in a one-on-one fight, he might not be Xiaopang's match.

But he didn't need to fight one-on-one, because the gold-rimmed glasses was standing beside him.

The gold-rimmed glasses walked to Qin Xiaopang and shook his folding fan: "Brother, let me advise you: leave the flowers and go down the mountain quickly."

"You bastard, keep dreaming!" Xiaopang spat. "I actually trusted you, you bastard. You were lying to me the whole way!"

"Insidious?" The gold-rimmed glasses shook his head. "I think I've been upright enough."

"Bullshit!" Xiaopang spat again. "Meeting a bastard like you, I'm just unlucky!"

"This isn't bad luck. If you hadn't met me, you would have met someone else." The gold-rimmed glasses laughed. "You brought such a large axe; it's obvious you're up the mountain for the first time. From the moment you left the inn, quite a few people had their eyes on you."

Xiaopang was startled and thought of Shopkeeper Feng from the grocery store.

No wonder he said, you can't carry a Green Dragon Blade up the mountain.

The gold-rimmed glasses continued: "I know you feel unreconciled—risking your life for a day, picking twenty flowers, and just like that, they're gone. Anyone would feel uncomfortable."

"But think about it: do these twenty flowers really belong to you? Are you worthy?"

"You're up Bitter Wushan for the first time and want to make money. Do you have this qualification?"

"You don't understand anything, don't know the roads, don't understand the rules, and you don't even know what the Snake-Pattern Chrysanthemum looks like."

"I taught you so many things. At least next time you come, you'll know where to pick flowers, what kind of flowers to pick, how many you can pick yourself, how many you can take away, what kind of people can be trusted, and what kind of people cannot be trusted."

"You learned so much and picked up your life. It only cost a thousand-plus yuan. Do you really think it's not worth it?"

Xiaopang took out a piece of dry ration and stuffed it into his mouth.

This was the last piece of dry ration and his last capital.

No matter what the other party said, Xiaopang couldn't hand over the Snake-Pattern Chrysanthemums.

The gold-rimmed glasses was very disappointed. He wanted to wait for Xiaopang to give up resistance before easily taking his life.

But since Xiaopang resisted to the end, he could only change the method.

"Little brother, I'll give you five minutes to think about it carefully." The gold-rimmed glasses took out his folding fan and started fanning slowly. The fragrance in the folding fan began to dissipate slowly with the mechanism on the fan bones.

The fragrance drifted out, and Xiaopang didn't notice it at all because he didn't know the gold-rimmed glasses was a Poison Cultivator.

When Old Yanpao discovered the gold-rimmed glasses was a Poison Cultivator, Xiaopang had already fainted.

"I'll say it again: talking to fools is a waste of effort. I believe you're not a fool." The gold-rimmed glasses was still releasing poison when he suddenly saw a person running over from afar.

"Brother Fat, everyone, I found a good place! There are many Snake-Pattern Chrysanthemums there!"

Xiaopang turned his head and saw it was Li Banfeng running over.

The gold-rimmed glasses stepped back, and Hu Gaozi quickly picked up his dagger.

Why did he come back? Wasn't he supposed to have gone down the mountain?

Li Banfeng rushed to the front and said to Xiaopang: "This time we've made a fortune! Not far ahead, there's a patch of bamboo, and under the bamboo are all Snake-Pattern Chrysanthemums. Hurry and take a look!"

Xiaopang grabbed Li Banfeng: "Brother, something happened."

"What happened?"

"Old Yanpao is dead."

"Dead? How did he die?"

"They killed him!" Xiaopang pointed to the corpse in the distance.

Li Banfeng saw the blood all over the ground and Old Yanpao's corpse, and his legs went soft on the spot.

"This, what is this? You, what are you doing? Didn't we form a partnership? Didn't we agree to look out for each other? How can you still kill people! Why must you kill people!" Li Banfeng was so scared he couldn't even speak clearly.

Qin Xiaopang pulled Li Banfeng: "Brother, it's useless to say these things. They wanted to snatch our things from the beginning. Let's fight them to the death!"

"Fight, fight to the death..." Li Banfeng trembled all over.

Hu Gaozi laughed: "Brother, you said we should guard against this person, but you don't even look at what kind of seed he is."

The gold-rimmed glasses sighed: "I say, you're called Baisha, right? You found a good place?"

"I, I found it..." Li Banfeng's tears were almost coming out.

"Really found it?"

"Really found it, I didn't lie to you." Li Banfeng untied the bag at his waist; the bag was bulging with a large pile. "These were all picked by me over there."

The gold-rimmed glasses laughed: "You've done a great service. You squat here first, and in a while, you'll take us there."

"Good, good..." Li Banfeng stood blankly in place.

Hu Gaozi stepped forward and kicked Li Banfeng: "Told you to squat, didn't you hear?"

Li Banfeng quickly squatted on the ground.

The gold-rimmed glasses looked at Qin Xiaopang with a smile: "What to do? This friend of yours is useless!"

"You bastard, you coward!" Seeing Li Banfeng squatting on the ground wiping tears, Xiaopang knew this person couldn't be relied on, so he gripped his axe tightly, preparing to fight the gold-rimmed glasses to the death.

Hu Gaozi rolled up his sleeves, preparing to collect Xiaopang together with the gold-rimmed glasses.

Li Banfeng was still squatting on the ground, sobbing: "Didn't we form a partnership? We agreed to look out for each other; how can you still kill people! Why must you kill people!"

Swoosh!

Hu Gaozi suddenly felt a chill at his ankle. Before he could feel the pain, a stream of warm liquid walked out from his ankle.

He was bleeding; someone had slashed him.

This slash was very deep, as if it had cut his ankle tendon, and his foot couldn't move.

Hu Gaozi looked down at Li Banfeng; Li Banfeng was still squatting on the ground wiping tears.

"You guys just want Snake-Pattern Chrysanthemums, right? There are plenty over there; I'll give them all to you, just don't kill me."

After saying that, Li Banfeng took out the bag, seemingly about to hand it to the gold-rimmed glasses.

The gold-rimmed glasses was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw Li Banfeng throw the bag directly over.

The bag wasn't aimed at the gold-rimmed glasses' hand, but at his head.

Within five meters, he never missed.

Seeing the cloth bag fly onto his face, the gold-rimmed glasses blocked it with his hand. The bag mouth was open, and a whole bag of vomit was splashed all over the gold-rimmed glasses' face.

Very sour, very sticky.

The gold-rimmed glasses couldn't open his eyes for a while.

"I've already given you the flowers; spare me." Li Banfeng stood up while crying, revealed the small sickle hidden in his sleeve, and raised his hand to cut Hu Gaozi's throat.

Hu Gaozi didn't make any reaction.

Traveling Cultivators are fast.

At the same time, as a Residential Cultivator, Li Banfeng is easily ignored.

He had just come out of his residence and was at the peak of his combat power.

Plus, the poisonous fog on Bitter Wushan had basically been cleared, and Li Banfeng's physical state was far above Hu Gaozi's.

More importantly, Li Banfeng's mental state was something Hu Gaozi couldn't understand.

Not only Hu Gaozi couldn't understand, even Qin Xiaopang couldn't understand.

He was crying, he was begging for mercy.

He was waving his knife, he was killing people.

His actions didn't conform to normal human cognition.

Hu Gaozi covered his throat and fell to the ground.

The gold-rimmed glasses had just wiped the vomit off his eyes and hadn't realized what had happened when he felt pitch black before his eyes.

Li Banfeng put the cloth bag over the gold-rimmed glasses' head.

"I beg you not to kill me; I'll give you all the flowers!" Li Banfeng cried miserably and swung the sickle smoothly.

"Let go, I won't kill you; I really won't kill you!"

The gold-rimmed glasses struggled with all his might, but Li Banfeng gripped the cloth bag tightly. With the bag over his head, he couldn't break free.

"I'll really give you the flowers; don't kill me." Li Banfeng kept crying, and the sickle fell, passed through the cloth bag, and hooked into the gold-rimmed glasses' skull.

"I really didn't want to kill you; I definitely won't kill you!" The gold-rimmed glasses shouted with all his might.

What exactly happened?

The gold-rimmed glasses didn't figure it out.

The severely damaged brain also lost the ability to think.

"You must kill me?" Li Banfeng was still crying, but the sickle didn't stop, going in and out of the gold-rimmed glasses' skull again.

"I really didn't want to kill you!" The gold-rimmed glasses' voice changed.

"Can't you not kill me?" Plop! The sickle went into the gold-rimmed glasses' skull again.

"I definitely won't kill you!"

"I beg you don't kill me!" Snap! Li Banfeng pulled the sickle out while crying.

"I, I..." The gold-rimmed glasses couldn't speak anymore.

The gold-rimmed glasses wanted to wave his fan, but the fan was held in mid-air, turning into irregular trembling.

Li Banfeng had hooked the sickle into the gold-rimmed glasses' skull six times in succession.

The red stained the cloth bag.

The white flowed out of the cloth bag.

The gold-rimmed glasses was convulsing all over.

Li Banfeng sobbed: "I'm so scared; why must you kill me?"

Qin Xiaopang watched in a daze; he didn't know what to say.

Li Banfeng's body was very thin; he didn't look like someone who could fight.

Even Old Chen from the Dark Star Bureau couldn't figure out how Li Banfeng could win in a one-on-five situation and beat the other party into serious injury.

If he could see this scene, perhaps he would understand.

Watching Li Banfeng slash one knife after another until he lifted the gold-rimmed glasses' skull, Qin Xiaopang quickly advised: "Brother Li, he seems to be dead already."

"Dead?" Li Banfeng blinked, stopped crying, his expression became normal, and his voice became normal.

As if nothing had happened just now.

He looked at Qin Xiaopang and said very seriously: "You know, brother, I was terrified just now."

He said he was terrified.

He said very seriously that he was terrified.

Qin Xiaopang was in a trance for a moment and asked cautiously: "Brother Li, are you crazy?"

Li Banfeng shook his head firmly: "Not crazy. I went to the hospital to check, and the doctor said I wasn't crazy."

PS: Banfeng was terrified; everyone come and comfort Banfeng.

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PS: Banfeng is terrified; everyone, come quickly and comfort Banfeng.

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