Chapter 6

In the surrounding jungle, seven or eight people emerged, each holding a bow with arrows already nocked, aiming at the people present.

The leader was a burly man, with one ear cut off and a terrifying scar on his left cheek.

"Second-in-command of the Overmountain Wind, the Grim Reaper!"

Old Gao, upon seeing this man, was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body.

The three leaders of Overmountain Wind were rarely seen, but the appearance of the second-in-command was well-known to everyone.

This man was once a death row inmate who escaped from prison and then joined Overmountain Wind. His wanted poster had even been posted in Bashu.

The main reason was that the Grim Reaper's appearance was so distinctive that even those who hadn't seen his poster could recognize him at first glance.

The other few people also recognized this notorious bandit, and their faces turned pale.

Given the Grim Reaper's style of operation, he would certainly kill them all.

It was said that the three leaders of Overmountain Wind were all ranked martial artists. These dozen or so people were no match for these ruthless bandits.

Moreover, the bandits had bows and arrows, which were aimed at them.

The merchants and their dozen or so assistants stood there, not daring to move, for fear that any movement would make them live targets.

"Could it be that we are going to die here today?"

Old Gao's face turned ashen, and he felt a deep sense of despair.

Suddenly, he remembered Gu Yang beside him, and a glimmer of hope emerged from his despair.

On their side, they also had a ranked martial artist!

...

The Grim Reaper held a large ghost-head saber on his shoulder, yawning as he saw only a dozen mules. He cursed, "I got up before dawn, and this is all I get? Damn it, is this worth my personal trip?"

A subordinate beside him advised, "Second-in-command, we haven't had a successful raid for two months since we came here. Even a small mosquito is still meat."

The Grim Reaper spat out a thick wad of phlegm, "Fine, consider it a wedding gift for the boss."

The subordinate turned to the young boy who had come to inform them and asked, "What should we do with the traitor?"

The Grim Reaper angrily said, "Dare to betray the camp? Capture him and light a sky lantern in public."

The young boy, who had been terrified, became enraged upon hearing the Grim Reaper's words. He stiffened his neck and said, "My family has a clean record; I was coerced into this. I am not a bandit."

The Grim Reaper looked at him with a sinister smile, "I like your kind of backbone. I'll break your bones one by one and see if you can still be as tough—"

Before he could finish, the Grim Reaper's face changed, and he suddenly turned his head. A pebble whizzed past his face.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

With several whistling sounds, several of the archers were splattered with blood, falling without a sound.

Of the nine bandits, only the Grim Reaper remained standing.

This sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise.

Old Gao and the others were first shocked, then overjoyed.

They were saved!

What they had feared most was that Gu Yang would be afraid of Overmountain Wind and abandon them to escape on his own.

The most shocked of all was the young boy, who stared dumbfounded at the man beside him, who was only a few years older than himself. By his attire, he was clearly a hunter from the mountains, except for his unusually handsome appearance.

He never expected this man to be a ranked expert.

In the bandit camp, there were only about twenty bows, and those who could serve as archers had exceptional skills and had been with Overmountain Wind for years.

This man had killed seven archers in one move.

Such strength must belong to a ranked expert.

...

"I underestimated you."

The Grim Reaper did not look at his fallen subordinates but stared intently at the young hunter, his expression cold, "A small caravan like this can actually afford a ranked martial artist. That's rare."

Gu Yang did not speak but silently drew a machete from his waist.

This was his first time killing, but his hand did not tremble at all when he acted.

Even though he was an Eighth Rank martial artist and was threatened by eight longbows, he felt a strong sense of danger.

Just as the archers' attention was drawn to the young boy, he acted decisively.

The Grim Reaper held his ghost-head saber in front of him and shouted, "State your name, I—"

Buzz!

Everyone heard the sound of the blade slicing through the air.

In the next moment, a large amount of blood spurted from the Grim Reaper's throat, and he fell to the ground with a look of disbelief, his mouth moving as if to ask, "Who are you?"

Old Gao and the others looked at the corpse on the ground, feeling incredulous.

The famous third-in-command of Overmountain Wind was killed with one strike?

They had been worried that Gu Yang was too young and might not be a match for the Grim Reaper.

Who knew that the Grim Reaper was dead in the blink of an eye!

Gu Yang had only made one strike.

Their gaze towards the young hunter became one of deep respect.

...

Gu Yang did not look at the corpse on the ground but put the machete back in his waist.

After crossing over to this world, he had already prepared himself to kill. But when the day finally came, he still felt a bit uncomfortable.

"In this world, if you don't kill others, they will kill you."

He thought to himself.

The flower-like throwing technique and the shocking strike with the machete were skills he had practiced hard during his last life simulation.

In that life, he knew his strength was too weak to avenge his village, so he had practiced these killing moves.

Gu Yang returned to the caravan and said, "Dispose of the bodies. Also, we need to be paid more for this encounter with the bandits."

"Yes."

Old Gao and the others dared not say a word of refusal. If it weren't for Gu Yang, they would all have died here. They were willing to pay more.

"By the way, the officials of Xiang Commandery and Bashu are offering a bounty on Overmountain Wind. The bounty for the third-in-command is a thousand taels."

Gu Yang paused, struggling for a few seconds before saying, "Cut off his head, preserve it with lime, and take it back to claim the reward."

A thousand taels could fund twenty life simulations.

Taking a head was no big deal.

"You, come with me, I have something to ask you." Gu Yang pointed at the young boy who had escaped from Overmountain Wind's camp and walked to the side.

The young boy, still in shock from the Grim Reaper's death, came to his senses when called and followed behind him.

When they reached a secluded spot, the young boy knelt down with a thud, "Please take me as your disciple, Master..."

Gu Yang lifted him up with a hand and said coolly, "I will not take any disciples."

The young boy, intimidated by his deep gaze, did not dare to insist.

"I ask you, who else is in Overmountain Wind's camp?"

Indeed, Gu Yang was so poor that he had set his sights on this bandit gang.