Chapter 59

As the head of the leader of the bandits was still flying through the air, the blood from his body spurted out like a fountain.

Faced with this bloody scene, apart from the children who were scared and closed their eyes or were covered by adults, the rest of the people all stared without blinking.

At this moment, they were trembling both physically and mentally, feeling an intense sense of satisfaction.

They truly did not understand what kind of person the leader of the Mang Mountain bandits was, why he could kill without blinking, or why he would want to destroy their peaceful lives for no reason. But at least one thing they knew was that they hoped he would die.

And now, he finally died under Bu Ye's blade.

That one strike was as if they had personally delivered it.

If there were more people like the leader of the bandits in this world, let them all die!

At this moment, Chen Qingyan and others nearby were the first to recover, and immediately shouted, "Kill these puppies!"

"Kill!!"

"Repay our brothers' lives!!"

The young and strong men in the village, who had been at a disadvantage all along, began to counterattack. The "weapons" in their hands were actually farming tools like shovels and hoes, but at this moment, they became deadly weapons due to their intense anger.

"Bang!!"

A Mang Mountain bandit was still in shock over the leader's death when a hoe flew towards him. He was too slow to dodge and was immediately smashed in the head, causing it to burst open. Instantly, two or three people rushed over and beat him to death.

"Swish!!"

An iron target deeply pierced the back of another Mang Mountain bandit, immediately creating a row of bloody holes.

...

On the mountain, the enraged villagers also shouted and charged down towards the panicked and demoralized Mang Mountain bandits.

Bu Ye plopped down on the ground, panting heavily. Once he relaxed, he felt his muscles aching all over, and his wounds stung as if salt had been sprinkled on them. His muscles trembled involuntarily, clearly a sign of overexertion.

Bu Ye sat there, watching the villagers rush past him towards the Mang Mountain bandits.

In this situation, the young and strong men in the village could easily kill all the Mang Mountain bandits, and he definitely didn't need to act again.

He hadn't dispelled the fifth constellation and was now relying on its power to recover his body; otherwise, he might have fallen into a coma as soon as he relaxed.

Just as he was about to take the opportunity to review the information in his mind, someone squatted beside him and softly said, "I'll bandage you."

Without waiting for his response, the person immediately started to act.

It was Luo Xiu. Because there were dead people here, she didn't let Sheng'er come along but instead entrusted him to an elderly villager.

She didn't know where she found the fabric, but with a "rip," she tore off a strip and then grabbed Bu Ye's right arm, starting to bandage the wound on his right arm.

Luo Xiu tried to remain calm, but Bu Ye could see that she was gasping in shock at the wound on his arm, her breathing trembling. However, this woman's actions didn't slow down at all, and she bandaged him with the efficiency of a mountain village woman.

Bu Ye looked at Luo Xiu again and said, "Thank you."

Luo Xiu couldn't help but look up, meeting Bu Ye's calm and clear gaze, and then quickly lowered her head to continue her work without saying another word.

At the foot of the mountain, all the Mang Mountain bandits had been beaten to death, except for one who had seen the opportunity and fled far away.

At this moment, Chen Qingyan rushed into the canopy of the tree where the leader had been smashed, rummaging around and finally finding the bow and arrows.

He then chased after the fleeing Mang Mountain bandit with the bow and arrows, but his first arrow missed, and the second one missed as well...

It wasn't until the fourth arrow that he finally managed to hit the bandit's leg by chance.

Everyone immediately chased after him, surrounding the last Mang Mountain bandit and beating him to death, even continuing to beat the corpse.

At this moment, the news had already reached the front of the main force, and Gao Qun led all the villagers back. When they saw that the Mang Mountain bandits were all gone, they were all stunned, unable to hide their shock.

They had actually won?!

Many people started to cry, laughing and crying at the same time, while others called out the names of their loved ones in sorrow.

Bu Ye's upper body wounds were quickly bandaged, but there were still a few wounds on his thighs, which were quite awkward to bandage.

Seeing Luo Xiu hesitate, Bu Ye inwardly thanked heaven and said, "I'll do the rest myself."

"Okay. I'll go check on Sheng'er. Call me if you need anything." With that, Luo Xiu hurried away.

After Luo Xiu left, Bu Ye frowned.

At this moment, Gao Qun strode over, squatted beside Bu Ye, and asked, "Aye, what do we do next?"

"Is there a road leading to the main road ahead?"

"There is, but no one has been here before, so it's hard to find. And it might be very far," Gao Qun said with a frown.

"What about going back the way we came?"

Gao Qun's eyes lit up. "I was thinking the same thing."

At this moment, Chen Qingyan also jogged over and asked, "Can you hold on?"

"I won't die," Bu Ye said with a smile. He quite admired Chen Qingyan, who was about his age.

"What about next?" Chen Qingyan asked again.

"Go back the way we came?" Bu Ye asked in return.

"Okay."

Thus, the three of them decided on the next goal for the main force: Dongmang Village!

In fact, this was the best choice because they at least knew the way they had come, but they had no idea what lay ahead.

After resting for about an hour, the main force set out again, slowly making their way back.

Everyone knew that the village's wealth had been plundered, and they only hoped that the Mang Mountain bandits hadn't burned their homes. If not, they could take some basic necessities and set out again.

Yes, set out again.

This attack by the Mang Mountain bandits had made them realize how unsafe Dongmang Village was now. They couldn't settle there anymore. After returning, they would rest and tidy up briefly before setting out again, heading north to Muyuan City via the main road.

There were already many villages in the southern part of the Xiao Kingdom that had moved north due to frequent wars, and now they would join this exodus.

Bu Ye walked at the front of the crowd, clearly injured but still moving steadily, making Gao Qun and others stare in amazement...

Was he even human? Even when Hong Dui was alive, he wasn't this tough!

They didn't know that Bu Ye was actually in pain, but he had to endure it. Could he really ask someone to carry him? Fortunately, the power of the fifth constellation spread throughout his body, and the cool, magical energy continuously repaired his body and relieved his fatigue, allowing him to keep going.

As they were walking, a sudden cry came from the forest ahead: "Ah!"

The sound was as if someone had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"What's going on?" Chen Qingyan shouted.

"Rustling," the bushes shook, and soon a person ran out, still holding up his pants: "Dead people... there are dead people inside!"

It turned out that a villager had gone into the forest to relieve himself and hadn't gone far when he saw a dead body.

But this place was far from any village or inn, so where did the dead body come from?

The only dead people in these mountains should be the villagers of Dongmang Village and the Mang Mountain bandits, but neither the villagers nor the bandits should have their bodies in this forest.

"Should we check it out?" Chen Qingyan asked.

At this moment, Bu Ye's heart also stirred, and he said, "Sure."

Soon, Bu Ye and a few others followed the person into the forest. After walking about thirty meters, they saw a blood-soaked body sitting against a tree in the distance...

No, that's not right!

Bu Ye's sharp eyes noticed that the person's chest was still rising and falling!

He was still alive!

The gray hair on the person's head gave Bu Ye a sense of foreboding, and he almost without hesitation rushed forward!

"Aye!" Chen Qingyan, worried something might happen, shouted.

By this time, Bu Ye had already rushed forward like the wind for over ten meters and finally saw the person's face clearly: "It's Uncle Du!"

"What?!"

"Uncle Du?!"

"Quick!!"

The people behind immediately became chaotic and rushed forward.

But at this moment, Bu Ye slowed down, walking slowly and carefully observing the surroundings.

"Everyone be careful, check if there's anyone hiding around," Bu Ye warned.

At this moment, Bu Ye's authority was unquestioned, and everyone immediately took action.

Bu Ye approached Uncle Du, who was sitting against the tree, but as he got closer, his heart trembled, almost unable to bear the sight.

At this moment, Uncle Du had been gouged out of his eyes, his ten fingers cut off, and his body was covered in small cuts, with no intact place...

His face was covered in dried blood, clearly having been sitting there for a long time. It was a mystery how he had managed to survive this long.

"No one!"

"No one!"

"No one here either!"

The people behind shouted, and Bu Ye finally relaxed. A few uncles rushed to Uncle Du's side and squatted down, calling out, "Uncle Du?!"

Uncle Du was now in a state of near-death unconsciousness, his breathing so weak that he didn't wake up.

"Uncle Du?!" After calling out, Bu Ye reached out and grabbed Uncle Du's shoulder, squeezing it hard.

"Ah..."

Uncle Du let out a light breath and finally lifted his head slightly.

His eyes were gone, the empty sockets looking extremely terrifying, but at this moment, he managed to smile and said in a barely audible voice, "Liang Xiong... I won't let you off even if I become a ghost..."

PS: As a writer with six years of experience, when I see someone in the book review section post, "The book's idea is good, but there are still shortcomings in certain areas, which is common for new writers. If you respect me, please add XXXX, and I'll help you improve," I really feel like finding the person and challenging them to a real fight. But then I feel deep self-reproach and sorrow. Self-reproach because my family allowed me to pursue writing after graduation, but I have achieved nothing, disappointing them; sorrow because my current "high" popularity, if it weren't so abysmal, how could someone come to the book review section and post such a blatant lie, making me feel so humiliated? If this were in the book review section of a famous author, such posts wouldn't exist. What kind of brain damage would someone have to have to post something like "common new writer issues, add my QQ, and I'll teach you" in a famous author's book review section?

Friends, I feel like I have nothing left, just a sick body (otherwise, I couldn't write a protagonist with cancer), and then, there are only you.

Your support is the only support I can get besides my family.

On this path, I am confident but lost. I said in my last book that if this one didn't become popular, it would be my last. Now I'm saying, it really is. I will treat this book, "The Strongest Constellation," as my last, and even if it doesn't become popular, I will give the pen name "Ying Mo" a brilliant ending.

Please be more active in the comment section. I hear that some people are also on TB; if you're used to going there, go there. Discuss the plot, guess what other writers or famous authors might appear, or share what you imagine a writer to be like and what you think a high-level constellation would look like. I can see all of this and even get inspiration from it, which I can use in the book. If you want, I can even note that the inspiration came from someone.

One thing can most intuitively reflect my current situation: three years ago, when I wrote a new book, my girlfriend would eagerly make the cover for me, but now, she doesn't even ask. I don't blame her; I have disappointed her. Guarding a distant dream, I can afford to wait, but how can she? The fact is, I can't afford to wait either. My body is much worse than before, and I have constant tinnitus. It's like two tireless cicadas living in my ears, calling day and night... I take this opportunity to sincerely thank the old8 I met in the "Poor People" bar. Without him, my book would still have no cover.

Friends, even if I had Van Gogh's talent, I wouldn't want to be Van Gogh because his life was too tragic.

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