Chapter 234: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 234: Corpses Littering the Ground

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

At this moment, Qianqian up ahead had already ridden up to the front of a vast, boundless bamboo grove. This bamboo grove looked as if it had just experienced a heart-stopping, fierce battle; many bamboo stalks had been tragically snapped at the waist, and those still unbroken were densely covered with deep and shallow cracks. Even more shocking, about seven or eight black-clad men lay sprawled haphazardly on the ground.

Seeing this, Qianqian hurriedly rode her horse carefully forward, then nimbly dismounted. She steadied herself and stepped toward the corpses before her.

Arriving beside one of the corpses, Qianqian crouched down and reached out to gently search the body. The result: she only found a small purse on him; beyond that, there was nothing else at all.

Qianqian frowned, then continued searching another corpse — same situation. Like this, she searched three corpses in a row, all yielding nothing. Finally, when Qianqian searched the fourth corpse…

An Wang happened to ride over on horseback. An Wang had initially been looking at the battle traces, and for a moment grew worried; he sped up and rode over, just in time to see Qianqian searching the corpses.

An Wang's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he shouted loudly: "Qianqian!" That anxious voice echoed in the air. The busy Qianqian heard her own father's call; her hand movements instantly froze. She swiftly stood up and replied: "Father, I'm right here!"

Hearing his daughter's voice, the stone hanging in An Wang's heart finally dropped. He spurred his steed and galloped over; when he drew near, the sight before him greatly shocked him — only to see a circle of corpses lying haphazardly beside his own daughter.

An Wang hurriedly dismounted, walked up to Qianqian with quick steps, and said with slight reproach: "You girl, how could you run so fast? You scared your mother terribly!"

Qianqian scratched the back of her head somewhat embarrassedly, stuck out her tongue, and said: "Father, I got carried away riding and forgot; next time I guarantee I won't do it again."

An Wang shook his head helplessly, then immediately asked: "When you arrived, was the scene already like this?" Qianqian nodded and answered: "Yes, Father. I just examined these three corpses; they didn't have a single object on them that could prove their identity."

Hearing this, An Wang's gaze swept over the corpses on the ground, then he turned to look at Qianqian, about to give some instructions. Just at this moment, Qianqian suddenly lowered her head, her gaze falling on a corpse at her feet. In an instant, she discovered with shock that the corpse's fingers had actually twitched slightly.

Qianqian's face changed drastically; she hurriedly raised her head and shouted to An Wang: "Father, this man isn't dead yet!" Seeing this, An Wang didn't hesitate; he stepped forward, swiftly crouched down, reached out, and gently pulled down the face mask on the fourth corpse.

In an instant, a handsome man's face was fully revealed. The man's complexion was pale as paper, as if devoid of life, but if one didn't look closely, it was truly hard to notice his eyebrows faintly twitching.

An Wang's eyebrows creased slightly; he cautiously placed his right hand beneath the man's nose, feeling that barely existent, extremely weak breath. Just then, Qianqian at the side also hurriedly leaned forward, extended her slender fingers to probe, and said softly: "Father, quick look — he still has breath!"

However, An Wang shook his head, replied solemnly: "Unknown what identities these people are; it's best we don't meddle in idle matters." With that, he slowly stood up, turned and walked toward Qianqian, simultaneously urging her to quickly mount and leave this place of trouble.

But the corpse on the ground seemed to possess some awareness; when he heard Qianqian say she wanted to save him, his originally slightly moving fingers suddenly increased the amplitude of their movement. Qianqian stared unblinkingly at this man striving so hard to survive; a surge of pity welled up in her heart.

Finally, she could no longer suppress the impulse in her heart, and pleaded again: "Father, please save him! Look how desperately he wants to keep living; please be kind, help him! Please…" As she spoke, Qianqian's eye rims gradually grew wet, tears spinning in her eyes.

Faced with his little daughter's repeated earnest pleas, An Wang ultimately softened. He sighed helplessly and said gently: "Alright, since you insist so much, we'll save this person. However, you must first ride this horse back at once, tell the others ahead that the road is under construction and impassable, have them detour. Then summon Yue Yi to rush here and meet up with me."

Hearing this, Qianqian was instantly overjoyed; she hurriedly nodded: "Mm-hm, Father rest assured, I'll go right now! Father must keep your word — you have to save him!" Before her words fell, she nimbly leapt onto the steed, whipped the horse, and galloped away, leaving only a string of crisp hoofbeats resounding across the empty road.

Qianqian leapt lightly, mounting the steed steadily. She gently whipped the horse, driving it back along the road they came. Not long after, that exquisitely decorated carriage appeared before her eyes.

Qianqian swiftly rode up to the carriage, then dismounted and ran hurriedly to the coachmen, saying: "Ahead is under construction, the road is blocked, we can't pass; we'd better detour quickly!" Those coachmen heard this, all nodded in agreement, and without hesitation turned the horses around, choosing other paths to continue forward.

Just then, An Wangfei, who had been sitting inside the carriage compartment, finally could no longer contain her worry, and slowly poked her head out. She looked at Qianqian with an anxious face and reproached: "Qianqian, how could you run so fast? You truly worried Mother to death!"

Qianqian hurriedly led the horse to the carriage side and said to An Wangfei with slight guilt: "Mother, it's all my fault; just now I got too excited for a moment, rode too fast; I'll never do it again, please rest assured, Mother."

An Wangfei looked at the obedient, apologetic Qianqian; the worry in her heart lessened somewhat, but she still couldn't help asking: "Then where's your father? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Qianqian hurriedly replied: "Mother don't worry; not far ahead is Father's acquaintance, they're talking right now; probably in a bit Father will catch up and meet up with us." An Wangfei heard this, nodded to show she understood, and asked no further.