Chapter 546: Monk Gu

"Running for your life?"

Lu Wushuang tilted her head, pointed at the corpses on the ground with the soft sword in her hand that hadn't dried of blood, and said with a smile.

"Dead men tell no tales. Besides us and the corpses, there's only you here. As long as you don't go and report it..."

She shook her hand, and the soft sword disappeared into her sleeve.

"What are you running for?"

Miyoshi Ryota kept his mouth shut, not wanting to explain at all, repeating the claim that they should run for their lives, while trying to break free from Li Miao's hand.

After trying for a long time, Lu Wushuang didn't move, and Li Miao didn't let go. The two just looked at him with a smile, as if teasing a child. Miyoshi Ryota suddenly dropped his shoulders.

"*Hmm-hiss~*"

Sniffled.

Tears were actually seeping out of his eyes.

He wasn't very old himself, about the same age as Nanako. It was his first time traveling far away alone, and he was inexplicably involved in a life-threatening matter. Being teased by Lu Wushuang and Li Miao for a long time, he was both anxious and angry, and the adult facade he had put on couldn't be maintained.

"*Hmm-hiss~* I, I... I already said, already said..."

"You guys just, just wouldn't listen..."

Seeing that he couldn't even speak clearly anymore, Lu Wushuang stopped teasing him, walked to Miyoshi Ryota with her hands behind her back, and smiled.

Miyoshi Ryota stared with teary eyes at this mysterious woman who was too beautiful, not knowing what she wanted to do. Just as he was puzzled, Lu Wushuang suddenly raised her hand and slapped Miyoshi Ryota on the chest.

With a *bang*, Miyoshi Ryota's eyes rolled back.

He fell onto the ox cart without a sound.

"Master."

Lu Wushuang looked at Li Miao.

"It seems that the Buddhism of this Japan isn't anything good either."

Li Miao smiled.

"Expected it long ago; 'oranges grown north of the Huai River become trifoliate oranges' after all."

Lu Wushuang nodded and suddenly pointed at the unconscious Miyoshi Ryota.

"What's this kid's background?"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

"You noticed?"

Lu Wushuang jumped onto the ox cart, shook the reins, and said with a smile.

"How could I not notice?"

"When this kid tried to come over to help just now, he ran a few steps quickly. Although there was no method, the way he exerted force on his legs and the *Qi* surging in his body were the real deal."

"This kid isn't practicing Japanese sword technique, but genuine Central Plains martial arts. And no matter how you look at it, it looks like the foundation of Shaolin. What do you think?"

Li Miao wrapped his cloak and smiled.

"About right."

"I probed just now; it's at least of the same origin as Shaolin's internal energy."

"Now his head is full of running away, and I'm too lazy to interrogate a child. Since he's thinking about running for his life, let's take him to Akutagawa Mountain Castle and kill a few more monks with him."

He looked at the unconscious Miyoshi Ryota and sneered.

"Once he becomes our 'accomplice,' he'll have to talk even if he doesn't want to."

The ox cart rolled over the monk's corpse, carrying Li Miao and Lu Wushuang's laughter, and traveled along the road toward Akutagawa Mountain Castle at a steady pace.

The corpse in the paddy field widened its eyes, watching the ox cart disappear at the end of the line of sight bit by bit. After Li Miao and his party went far away, a crow that had been waiting for a long time landed on the corpse's face and pecked at an eyeball.

*Squish, squish. *

The crow's head followed the eye socket and drilled in, pecked for a while, and then pulled out. The white slurry slid down the feathers and was pecked and fought over by other crows, almost pecking the crow that drilled into the skull to death.

Fortunately, there were many corpses.

These crows had red eyes, and their pecking movements were very skilled; obviously, they were used to eating corpses. After just a moment, they pecked the soft flesh on the corpse's head and face clean.

But strangely, these crows didn't continue to peck at the flesh in other places. After eating the meat on the face, they flew away together, as if avoiding some impending danger.

The surroundings fell silent.

After more than half an hour, a burst of hurried footsteps came from afar, and more than a dozen monks wearing black and white monk clothes ran over here with weapons.

The leader was a sturdy monk with a fat face. After running for a while, he turned his head and asked. ===== CHAPTER 547 =====