Chapter 318: 233 Mountain Bandits, Massacre

Chapter 318: Chapter 233 Mountain Bandits, Massacre

“What’s going on?”

Hearing the commotion outside, the people inside the temple who were in the middle of a meal were somewhat stunned.

“Boss, why is there a carriage here?”

A voice was heard from outside.

“Isn’t it obvious? There must be some fat sheep taking shelter here. We’re lucky to stumble upon such business right after a big job.”

Another rough voice spoke.

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“Boys, we’ve got business, quickly surround this broken temple, don’t let the fat sheep escape!”

“Yes!”

Amidst a chorus of assent, the sound of rustling footsteps began to encircle the dilapidated temple.

Clearly, the people outside were surrounding the entire Mountain God Temple.

Then, before Lu Qing and the others could react, there was a loud bang as the half-remaining front yard gate suddenly flew into the courtyard.

“Indeed, the fat sheep are all inside!”

With a roar of laughter, over a dozen men wielding swords and reeking of blood, with formidable statures, entered from outside the temple.

The leader, with disheveled hair, had a giant centipede-like scar on his face, making him look particularly fierce and terrifying.

The gang of Great Han following him also had ferocious expressions, appearing like malevolent spirits, clearly not good men.

“Who are you, what do you want?”

A plump middle-aged Disciple stood up and demanded.

“Who are we? Naturally, we’re mountain bandits. As for what we want to do, isn’t it obvious? We’re here to rob!”

The centipede-scarred Great Han said with a smile.

But his smile made the scar on his face twist as if a real centipede were crawling, which was truly horrifying.

This terrifying sight directly scared the young lady, Xu Ping, who yelped and hid behind her father.

Seeing Xu Ping’s reaction, a fierce look flashed in the eyes of the centipede-scarred Great Han.

“Mountain bandits, robbery?” The plump middle-aged man wore a mocking expression, “My friend, have you made a mistake, trying to rob us?”

“What, do you have some impressive origins?”

The centipede-scarred Great Han scanned Lu Qing and the others with interest.

To his senses, although there were martial artists among them, the strongest were only at the Muscle Bone Realm, hardly a concern.

“That’s not it, we are just ordinary travelers, we don’t carry valuables. If you’ve come all this way to rob us, you’ve picked the wrong target.”

“Is that so? Well, I can’t be sure. That carriage outside, it’s yours, isn’t it? To afford such a carriage, you must be rich or noble, how could you not carry valuables. Moreover, even if you don’t have valuables, isn’t there a beautiful young lady here? If I could take her back to be my thirteenth concubine, that would be a delightful affair.”

With that, the face of the plump middle-aged man changed abruptly, anger flashing across his face.

Initially, seeing the opponents’ numerical superiority, including archers, he feared that a confrontation might lead to injuries among Doctor Chen and the others, since they couldn’t protect everyone.

But now, with the mountain bandit leader having designs on his daughter, he could not swallow his anger.

Just as the plump middle-aged man was about to explode, Lu Qing suddenly intervened, “What is that hanging from your waist?”

Everyone was taken aback and looked towards the waist of the centipede-scarred Great Han.

There hung a cloth bag, bulging, with dark red blood stains seeping out.

“This thing?” The centipede-scarred Great Han took the bag off his waist, “This is my trophy.”

As he spoke, he opened the bag, revealing a bloody human head suddenly poking out.

“Ah!”

This shocking scene made Xu Ping scream.

Little Yan also squealed, burying her head in Lu Qing’s embrace.

The elder doctor frowned slightly.

The others, like the plump middle-aged Disciple, were also startled.

“This head…”

The plump middle-aged man couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

The head, although bloody, could still be recognized as that of a rather beautiful young girl.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” the centipede-scarred Great Han said with a proud smile.

“This girl, I had my eye on her, but when I tried to take her as my bride with a proper proposal and dowry, and make her my thirteenth concubine, she and her father, the town chief, dared to refuse me. I had no choice but to lead my men to slaughter their town and bring back her head. The women I, Wu Tian, fancy cannot escape my grasp even in death.”

The centipede-scarred Great Han gently caressed the girl’s cheek on the head, his face filled with infatuation.

His perverse demeanor made Xu Ping shiver.

She suddenly remembered that this mountain bandit leader had also mentioned taking her as his thirteenth concubine.

“You vile villain, you are so cruel!”

Unable to stand it any longer, one of the plump middle-aged disciples in the temple drew his sword and pointed it at the centipede-scarred Great Han.

“Oh? So, you want to resist?”

The centipede-scarred Great Han, unfazed by the sword pointed at him, didn’t even flinch.

His companions behind him, the dozen or so Great Han, were also indifferent, holding their weapons and looking mockingly at the disciple.

“But, you should consider carefully, if we truly start a fight, my men never leave survivors.”

He snapped his fingers.

The next moment, motion stirred all around, and dozens of figures appeared on the temple’s courtyard walls and the roof of the hall.

They all held bows, darts, and other hidden weapons aimed at Lu Qing and his group.