Chapter 339: Missing You in Wild Donkey Valley

In the forest, all was silent.

The further down they went, the taller and denser the trees became, almost completely obscuring the sky.

Gloomy, dark, and deathly still.

One could only hear the heavy breathing of the group and the sound of footsteps on fallen leaves and withered branches.

The monk Zhizhang was hastily buried on the mountain ridge.

No one could have imagined that before even leaving Cangyun Mountain, having only crossed two mountains, someone would already be buried here.

No one dared to be careless again.

And no one dared to doubt or defy the words of that small team leader again.

"A monk should not kill, and even less should he abuse life..."

While burying the monk Zhizhang, Daoist Wensong could not help but sigh.

Song Erlang retorted: "It is correct that one should not abuse life; as for killing, if the other party threatens one's own life, naturally one must kill."

The few of them quickly buried the monk Zhizhang and hurried away from that place of trouble.

Who could have thought that the last Dundi Iron Rat, with its head and body already shattered, could still deliver a fatal blow with the bone blade on its head.

"Do not underestimate any enemy, especially an enemy on the verge of death."

This was a piece of advice Wang Qiangzhuang had given them.

Daoist Wensong looked at the corpse in the mud pit and deeply agreed: "Fear and despair, unwillingness and hatred, will make them erupt with unprecedented power."

The death of the monk Zhizhang had frightened everyone.

Luo Zijun was naturally frightened as well.

This great monk possessed the strength of the Martial Artist Nine Realms and was born with divine power, yet he was caught off guard and split in two, dying a miserable death on the spot.

Only at this moment did he clearly understand why so many people entered Cangyun Mountain to hunt every day, yet few dared to enter the depths of this place.

In the depths of Cangyun Mountain, one never knows who is whose prey.

Along the way, everyone was heavy-hearted, feeling both regret for the monk Zhizhang's miserable death and anxiety about the road ahead.

"Perhaps we won't be able to go back."

Song Erlang made a joke while descending the mountain.

But no one paid him any mind, because no one took it as a joke.

From morning, they walked until noon.

Then from noon, they walked until night.

Although everyone was exhausted, at this moment, not a single person complained of fatigue or stopped.

Until the thin, small figure in the lead stopped.

"Ahead is Wild Donkey Valley; we can rest inside for the night."

When she said these words with a serious face, the tense nerves of the group finally relaxed a little.

"Phew... finally, I can get a good night's sleep."

Song Erlang shook his folding fan and let out a long breath.

Wang Qiangzhuang led the group into a valley, chose an open grassy area against a cliff, and set up camp.

Everyone took out tents, quilts, and other items, each choosing an open spot.

Wang Qiangzhuang took out a porcelain bottle and sprinkled some powder to repel poisonous creatures in a circle around the clearing.

"Meng Yang, Song Erlang, you two sleep for two hours, then get up to keep watch."

Song Erlang was about to enter his tent to sleep, but upon hearing this order, he said with some dissatisfaction: "Captain, why us two? Just because we are lackeys of the imperial court?"

He had intended this as self-mockery and a jab at Lu Yao, but Wang Qiangzhuang replied: "Yes."

Meng Yang immediately glared at him.

Wang Qiangzhuang looked at him and said: "What, you don't accept it?"

Meng Yang said angrily: "We are not lackeys of the imperial court!"

Having said that, he entered his tent.

Song Erlang shrugged, said nothing more, and also entered his tent.

The young Daoist Yiye asked: "Captain, then who is keeping watch for the first half of the night?"

Wang Qiangzhuang said: "Me and Hua Liu."

Once these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

Yang Yan hurriedly said: "Captain, how about I keep watch with you? I'm afraid Brother Hua's body won't be able to hold up; it's better to let him sleep."

Everyone thought this Young Master Hua was just an ordinary martial artist, with cultivation at most not exceeding the Martial Artist Third Realm, and being able to walk continuously for three days and two nights was already his limit.

At this time, Song Erlang poked his head out of his tent and laughed: "Captain, you haven't taken a fancy to this playboy, have you?"

Wang Qiangzhuang ignored them, and after giving the orders, he left the camp.

Seeing this, the others said nothing more, and one after another entered their tents to lie down and rest.

Yang Yan also looked at Luo Zijun helplessly before entering his tent.

Luo Zijun set up his tent, and seeing that the small, twin-tailed team leader had not yet returned, he began to patrol the surroundings alone.

He, for his part, did not mind.

Although traveling day and night and crossing mountains had taken a toll on his body, he still had energy to spare.

After all, he was one who practiced Soul Refining.

The strength of his soul meant he did not need to sleep; simply walking like this was enough to quickly replenish his stamina.