Chapter 49

After more than half an hour, a person appeared at the place where Qin Feng had just killed the two men. He looked down at the two black-clothed men lying dead on the ground and coughed lightly, "It's indeed Qin Feng's work." He said in a low voice, glancing at the traces of departure that were no longer concealed. His figure flickered, and he disappeared from the spot once again.

This person was Deng Pu. Although he was severely injured, he was still much stronger than Shu Hui and was the first to reach the scene. About the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Shu Hui and several black-clothed men also appeared.

"We've found them." Shu Hui didn't even look at the bodies of his subordinates on the ground; he just looked excitedly in the direction Qin Feng had left. "He's quite a character, to have run so far under our pursuit. Impressive, impressive. But now that he's revealed himself, it won't be so easy to slip away from my grasp." He laughed out loud. "Let's go."

Qin Feng was running wildly through the forest. He was extremely familiar with these mountains. If no one blocked his way, he could enter the territory of the Great Qi in a short time. This place was not far from the edge of the Luoying Mountains. Beyond the Luoying Mountains was a county of the Great Qi. Once he reached there, he would be safe. But now, time seemed to stretch out like an eternity.

"Did you stop just now to set another trap?" Min Ruoxi asked softly from behind, her warm breath making Qin Feng's ears itch.

"Just a little trick. I didn't expect it to stop Deng Pu, but at least it can hold back some of his lackeys." Qin Feng's voice was slightly breathless. Min Ruoxi looked slender, but she was actually quite heavy. Running at full speed, Qin Feng felt that burning sensation in his body again. Without hesitation, he took another pill from his chest and swallowed it, feeling the coolness spread through his body. A soothing voice echoed in his ear: "Every time you take one, you get one step closer to the King of Hell. So, I don't want you to take them."

But now, Qin Feng had to take it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be him going to see the King of Hell, but someone else sending him there.

"Didn't Deng Pu say he wanted to capture you alive? Why did his lackeys, upon discovering the trap, not even check it out and just shoot their crossbows? If they kill you with a bolt, it could cause a major conflict between the two countries, right?" Qin Feng asked.

"If I get shot, it's your fault. You buried me under that." Min Ruoxi said with a slight annoyance. She was still upset that Qin Feng had knocked her out and buried her in a pit without a word, covering her with leaves. Now, no matter how she smelled, there was a sour and rotten odor. After she could move, she had finally found a place to clean herself thoroughly, but now everything was back to square one.

Qin Feng chuckled dryly, "If the princess wants to hold me accountable, let's wait until we get back alive."

"We will definitely get back alive," Min Ruoxi said firmly.

Hearing Min Ruoxi's words, Qin Feng smiled bitterly. She might have a high chance of getting back alive, but he wasn't so sure. Deng Pu, a general of the Qin border army, had been chasing him. Over the years, he had killed countless Qin border soldiers. Every one of them hated him to the bone. If he fell into their hands, even a quick death would be a mercy.

Qin Feng gathered his strength and accelerated his escape. Fate could only be in his own hands! He wouldn't give up until the very end.

Deng Pu felt himself getting closer to the target. The escape traces along the way were becoming fresher. Clearly, the target had just left. A mere fifth-level person could escape for so long under his pursuit, which was quite astonishing. This Qin Feng was truly unpredictable. As a border general, he was surprisingly proficient in escape and tracking. If it weren't for the fact that he was carrying the Princess Zhao Hua, who was not very mobile, he would have lost him long ago.

He was indeed a talent, but unfortunately not of the Great Qin. When he caught up with them, he would see if he could persuade him to surrender. If such a person submitted to the Great Qin, it would be excellent. Although he had killed many Qin people, what did that matter? What was the cheapest thing in this world? Human lives! What was the most valuable? Talents. The Great Qin was located in the western frontier, vast but sparsely populated, and talents were scarce. If he could be recruited, it would be a great boon to both the Great Qin and the Deng family. Now, the conflict between the Bian family and the Deng family was intensifying, from the court to the local areas and the army. This Qin Feng had killed seven or eight direct descendants of the Bian family. If he surrendered to the Great Qin, he could only rely on the Deng family.

Of course, if he didn't surrender, such a person could only be eliminated as soon as possible. Leaving him to the Chu people would be the greatest crime against the Qin people.

Deng Pu's feet moved slightly, and his mind raced. His inner strength instantly spread throughout his body. With a "pop," a burst of colorful mist appeared before his eyes. Poison! He moved his hands, and a strong wind blew the mist away. He couldn't help but feel slightly angry. This Qin Feng, even while fleeing, didn't forget to scheme against him. Truly despicable.

The sound of breaking and rising mist echoed around him. Deng Pu was startled. He found it hard to imagine how the trap was set, but seeing the color of the mist, he didn't dare to be careless. If he were at his peak, it would be different, but he had been severely injured on this trip. First, he had a hard fight with the old man Guo Jiuling, then he fought with Shu Hui and Zuo Lixing. The last battle had left him heavily injured, significantly weakening his strength.

He held his breath and focused, ready to accelerate through the mist. Just as he took a step, a buzzing sound reached his ears. A small black dot came toward him through the mist.

He flicked his finger, and with a crisp sound, the small black dot turned to powder in his fingers. At that moment, Deng Pu saw that it was something similar to a wasp.

He was suddenly startled, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. These were the killer bees of the Luoying Mountains. They didn't act alone but in large groups. More importantly, these little creatures were very peculiar. Their stingers could pierce through the barrier of a martial arts expert's true qi. In other words, his inner strength, which was effective against other insects, was useless against these killer bees.

A black cloud appeared before him, and Deng Pu groaned. Not only in front of him, but also on his left, right, and behind, the buzzing sound grew louder.

He suddenly realized that the rising mist was not poisonous. Its only function was to attract these deadly killer bees.

He roared and charged forward, striking out with his fists. Where his fists touched, the killer bees fell like rain. But at the same time, he saw fine needles flying toward him silently.

He charged forward! Deng Pu passed through the mist, but he forgot that as his body passed through the mist, it also picked up a unique scent. Although the mist behind him attracted most of the killer bees, some still pursued him.

In the distance, Qin Feng watched the swarm of bees flying toward a place and was overjoyed. No matter how cunning you are, you still have to drink my foot-washing water.

"We need to hurry. This will buy us some time," he said to Min Ruoxi.

The swarm of bees passed by the two of them but veered away as they approached, much to Min Ruoxi's surprise.

"What's happening?" she asked.

"Did you forget that I've been picking herbs and fruits along the way?" Qin Feng smiled lightly. "It's always good to be prepared. Proper preparation can have unexpected effects at certain moments. The traps I set earlier were to attract these bees, and we have the scent they hate the most on us, so they avoid us. But now, Deng Pu might be covered in the scent they love the most. And these things are very vengeful. Deng Pu is probably in for a tough fight." He laughed triumphantly.

"What scent do we have on us?" Min Ruoxi lifted her sleeve and sniffed, but she only smelled a sour and fresh odor, nothing special.

"If we could smell it, it wouldn't be special," Qin Feng said, pulling out a bunch of grass from his chest and twisting it. A few drops of liquid flowed out and soaked into Min Ruoxi's sleeve, disappearing instantly.

"I spent six years in the Luoying Mountains, not for nothing. When there was a fight, I fought; when there wasn't, I roamed the mountains with Shu Feng, who was particularly skilled with these things. I learned a lot from him," Qin Feng said with a smile. "Having many skills never hurts."

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**End of Chapter**