Chapter 91: Killing the Bandits

Yuan Jinshi's thin small body darted flexibly among the bandits, the small knife in his hand waving wildly without any pattern.

He looked miserable, just like a ball kicked rolling back and forth by the bandits.

But his killing power was surprisingly strong.

He walked through the crowd and actually knocked down four or five bandits.

A half-grown kid facing a band of bandits ended up with many bandits falling to the ground.

This was unbelievable.

Chen Wuji lacked martial skills, always relying on his strength advantage, but what about this kid?

"Little bastard, seeking death!"

Several bandits roared and swarmed toward Yuan Jinshi.

They also realized the threat Yuan Jinshi posed to them.

"Run!" Chen Wuji shouted, turning his head.

He was now entangled by a bandit, having already suffered several knives, unable to break free to help.

"Run, you idiot, what are you still doing there!" Chen Wuji roared.

Yuan Jinshi paid no heed, not retreating but advancing, actually rushing toward those few bandits.

"Brother Wuji, thanks for treating us as humans. If I die, just give my younger brother a bite to eat. I ask for nothing more—occasionally give him a bite, just don't let him starve." Yuan Jinshi's breathless voice came through the night wind in fragments.

"Damn it!" Chen Wuji cursed, eyes red, he swung his knife fiercely at the bandit before him.

Zhou Buping gave a sinister chuckle, "You're angry? Hehehe, what we laborers want is exactly your anger. Rest assured, you'll be the last to die—having killed so many of my brothers, I won't let you die happily."

"I want you to watch that kid die before your eyes, then watch your wives and concubines slowly tortured to death by us… then… we laborers will consider whether to give you a quick death."

"It's you!" Chen Wuji recognized the person before him and charged forward like a frenzied ox.

He had never noticed this person's appearance before.

Only upon close look now did he suddenly recall.

This person was the one who massacred the Zhao clan's village and then led people to try to loot their village.

This bastard really holds a grudge, actually fixing his gaze on him again.

"If you want to kill me, see if you've got the dog's life for it!" Chen Wuji roared, swinging his knife in a fierce chop.

At this moment, he cast aside everything before and behind him, wanting only to kill that bastard.

Only if that bastard dies can he and Yuan Jinshi survive.

Only then can his family survive.

Chop, chop wildly.

Blood smeared Chen Wuji's vision a dark red; he had no time to wipe it, half-opening his right eye like a madman, he just buried his head and chopped wildly.

The wound on his hand had already rotted badly, blood flowing down his arm.

Strangely, at this time he instead felt less pain.

At this moment, a surge of torches suddenly poured out of the gate.

Chen Wuji seemed to hear someone shouting curses.

Immediately, his vision brightened and the sounds in his ears grew noisy.

He shook his extremely heavy head, swung the knife again, but his wrist was seized.

"Step aside and rest, I'll take over!"

Chen Wuji steadied himself, vigorously wiped the blood smeared before his eyes, and finally saw Chen Luozi's face clearly.

They've arrived!

His clansmen have come!

Chen Wuji forced a smile, turned his head toward Yuan Jinshi's direction.

That kid was sitting collapsed on the grass, grinning foolishly.

Only then did Chen Wuji plop down, sprawling flat on his back.

Exhaustion and pain surged over his body like a tide.

Not knowing how badly his right hand was injured, it hurt so much he wanted to chop it off.

The Chen clan's people arrived; with only fewer than seven or eight bandits left, facing this fresh force, they instantly lost any ability to resist.

Soon enough, some died, some surrendered.

Chen Bushi walked over holding a head trophy, "Did you go up the mountain hunting and pierce the mountain bandits' lair?"

"Probably not on the mountain, but possibly in the Zhao clan's village—these people are the bandit refugees who massacred the Zhao clan's village and then attacked our village." Chen Wuji said weakly, after his surge of courage he was now so exhausted he could barely muster strength to speak.

Chen Bushi's face suddenly grew more solemn, "How did they know you live here?"

Chen Wuji's face also changed, "Did someone leak the news?"

"Certainly." Chen Bushi said in a low voice.

"Now it's just a matter of who leaked it. These bandit refugees likely had their eyes on you in the Zhao clan's village; the previous village raid might have been coincidental, but this time they definitely figured out your details, coming solely for revenge."

"Who could they have gotten it from?" Chen Wuji muttered softly.

"Many, for example the Yuan clan." Chen Bushi said in a low voice.

Chen Wuji shook his head, "Whether outsiders have entered the village, everyone surely knows; the Yuan clan doesn't seem like it. But we two wasting time guessing here—there's a live captive, pry open their mouths and we'll know."

Chen Bushi chuckled in surprise, "A brain that's pretended to be stupid is actually useful—I almost overlooked it."

He turned and shouted, "Luozi, use some tactics, find out everything about them."

"Got it!" Chen Luozi replied from afar.

Chen Bushi sat beside Chen Wuji, kicked aside the head trophy nearby, and said, "This kid is a leader; his head is surely worth more. Tomorrow go to the Xianya to exchange the reward—maybe you can even snag a title."

"Did I kill this?" Chen Wuji asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It wasn't you who killed him—could it be that he died himself?" Chen Bushi chuckled and retorted, "People were almost chopped into mincemeat by you, and you're still hacking away there—has your mind cleared up a bit?"

Chen Wuji really had no impression of that matter.

His condition just now was a little deranged; nobody could see him clearly, he just kept his head down and kept chopping.

In his view, that person seemed to have never died.

"It's better, but you still shouldn't talk to me—I get dizzy when I speak." Chen Wuji waved his hand, saying he just wanted to lie there forever, unmoving, silent, thinking of nothing.

"Take a rest." Chen Bushi patted Chen Wuji on the shoulder.

"Chen Bushi, you old bastard!" Chen Wuji jerked upright, gritting his teeth and cursing.

That slap made him gasp in cold air, his whole body's nerves seeming to contract instantly.

Chen Bushi laughed heartily, hands behind his back, went to look for Chen Luozi.

Numerous torches illuminated the wasteland behind Chen Wuji's house, making it as bright as day.

Just as Chen Bushi had left, Yuan Jinshi hobbled over, saying, "Brother Wuji, you won't die, will you?"

Chen Wuji weakly lifted his eyelids, saying, "You're jumping around here—do you think I'll die? Are you hurt?"

"Of course there is!" Yuan Jinshi said, "I took maybe ten or so blows—my balls were almost cut off—but I got lucky, killed one of them, and I'm still alive, hehe. My uncle often says cheap bones have hard lives, and it seems true."

"Your uncle's full of shit!" Chen Wuji cursed, "You little brat, you only killed one?"

"Brother Wuji, I'm still a kid—I should count as pretty good at fighting, right?" Yuan Jinshi muttered.

Chen Wuji had previously seen him knock down about four or five.

It looks like he was just injured, not dead.

At such a young age, being so decisive and able to be ruthless is indeed impressive.