Chapter 8

However, they have all been killed now!

Shaking off various杂念, Liu Buzhi originally thought that tidying up meant something else, but it turned out to be directly rummaging through a bunch of things from Zhang Wuyah’s body.

There was a small bag filled with gold beads the size of fingernails, a few small booklets, some loose silver coins, and some odd and peculiar items!

Zhenyangzi didn’t even look at the other things but showed a delighted expression at a small booklet: "This is the list of secret agents planted by the Six-Fanmen in Wusong Province. With this, we can wipe them out! The other things, you can have them."

Liu Buzhi’s eyes lit up, and he casually put the gold and silver into his pocket. However, before the gold and silver even reached his pocket, they were directly deducted by the Shenxiao Heavenly Palace.

These shock grenades are extremely expensive, each costing five contribution points. And that small-caliber pistol costs twenty contribution points.

Converted into silver, it would be about 200 taels. If converted into RMB, it would be as high as 60,000, a sky-high price that would make Liu Buzhi bleed.

If these things were in his world, they would cost at most one-tenth of the price.

But now there’s no choice, who can argue when it’s a seller's market?

The gold and silver Liu Buzhi collected are worth at most 100 taels, not even enough to pay off his debts.

While he was in distress, Zhenyangzi walked to the wall and stomped his foot. With a loud boom, a dark and gloomy cave entrance was revealed.

Liu Buzhi was suddenly startled, realizing that Zhenyangzi had long prepared a way out but refused to use it. He intended to make a fierce and ruthless move in this prison. Such a strong and ruthless approach made Liu Buzhi’s eyes sparkle and bow in admiration.

The secret passage led directly to the city’s underground channel, then into the city’s waterway, and finally out.

In theory, at this point, all the government forces in Wuzhong City had been eliminated. There was no need to be so cautious, and even the black-clothed men were dispersing in small batches.

But only they, master and disciple, used such a troublesome method. It seems Zhenyangzi was very clear that he had stirred up a huge hornet’s nest, and the bald people would spare no effort to eliminate him.

Otherwise, the bald people’s regime would lose its legitimacy! The only legitimacy of the bald people’s rule lies in their overwhelming violent means. Once this is shaken, their rule will be on the verge of collapse.

Both Zhenyangzi and the bald people themselves are very clear about this.

Their last appearance was already outside Wuzhong City. In the dim moonlight, a thick smoke and fire could be seen over Wuzhong City, and the sound of gongs could be heard everywhere, with people shouting, "Fire, fire. Ding ding..."

Zhenyangzi, however, paid no attention and, under the cover of weeds in the forest by the river, lifted a black-roofed boat with one hand. The several hundred-pound boat was as light as a feather in his hand.

"Swish..." The black-roofed boat was thrown into the water.

"Let’s go!" Zhenyangzi laughed and said, "This time, I will surely make a big splash in the world. The next time I come, I will lead a million troops to completely overthrow the bald people’s rule!"

The sun was bright, shining on their faces, and the birds sang melodiously, making the surroundings even more ethereal. It was already daytime, and the air was quite humid, with a faint mist.

They had been traveling for over ten days without passing through any towns, not knowing where they were.

Seemingly aware of what Liu Buzhi was thinking, Zhenyangzi suddenly said, "We are already in Rongling County, a minor county. The imperial power is weak here, which is perfect for our development!"

Looking around, the mist was thick, and the visible area was filled with reed-covered waterways.

Although the mist limited their vision, they could feel that this place was vast. The lake, though covered with reeds, was enormous.

Liu Buzhi thought to himself, in my world, a general once rose from the Honghu waterway and grew in strength.

Even the ancient Liangshan Marsh was similar, a place where armies could hide and grow. In such a place, hiding a thousand troops would be easy, let alone just two people!

This large lake is called 'Yanbo Lake,' spanning a thousand miles with crisscrossing waterways. Everywhere, reeds separate the waterways, making the environment complex.

Hiding in this place would be safe. Even if a thousand troops came, they would pose no threat.

Unfortunately, things often do not go as planned. Liu Buzhi had just felt safe in this place.

The vague sense of threat that had been present during their journey had finally disappeared.

Suddenly, "Quack quack..." sounds were heard, and countless water birds and ducks were startled into the air, forming a dense black cloud in the sky.

This scene was truly astonishing!

Zhenyangzi was suddenly startled and stood up, his entire demeanor changing, like a sharp spear.

"Who are you, another expert coming to deal with me, Zhenyangzi?" Zhenyangzi raised his voice and shouted, the sound rolling like thunder, spreading in all directions and causing even more distant water birds to fly up.

"I am the Ruyi Tuo of Hengshan Temple, Zhenyangzi, remember my name when you reach the Heavenly Prison!"

"I am the Sword Saint Jacob from the Newman Castle, here to serve the Great Emperor and slay demons!"

"I am Miaoshan, the Child of the Great Light Lord!"

Zhenyangzi laughed, "I thought my actions would cause a great stir, making the bald people come after me with all their might! But I didn’t expect you three unknowns to show up!"

Although he said this, Liu Buzhi could see that Zhenyangzi had become serious. Clearly, this opponent was not as easy as he made it sound.

Ruyi Tuo was angry and shouted, "If you were from one of the famous sects in the Central Plains, I could tolerate your annoying attitude. But you, a demon of the Qingyang Sect, dare to be so arrogant and look down on others! Taste my Hengshan Frenzy Iron Staff!"

As he spoke, Liu Buzhi felt the sky darken, and a huge pressure descended, like a mountain pressing down.

This was not just a pressure of aura like Zhang Wuyah’s, but a real, heavy pressure. Even the black-roofed boat Liu Buzhi was on sank slightly.

Liu Buzhi wanted to look up to see what the dark shadow pressing down was, but he couldn’t see anything clearly. The immense pressure pressed on his eyelids, making his vision blurry and tears involuntarily flow.