1898: C1898 What Do You Want?

C1898 What Do You Want?

Facing the youth's voice, the leader of Thunderbolt Hall ran even faster.

Only then did the rest of the villagers dare to approach. "Stone."

"Bring Stone back to the house and bandage her."

"Hurry and get the medicinal herbs and medicinal herbs, pitiful stone, wuwu …"

"Are the lives of these people from Thunderbolt Hall so insignificant in their eyes?"

Only then did the villagers dare to vent their anger. At the same time, they quickly bandaged the young man's wounds. At the same time, many of them prepared to bury San Gouzi in the ground with heavy faces.

Jiang Tingze did not get close to the young man, but together with some villagers, he took San Gouzi, who was killed, to bury him outside the village.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the young man that was being carried away to bandage him up … Perhaps he already knew who this young man was.

When the people from Thunderclap Hall, who had been leading them, saw the youth's appearance, their entire bodies trembled from extreme fear.

However, Jiang Ting clearly heard these two words.

Meng, Autumn.

These two words were nothing, but unfortunately, Jiang Ting had heard of Meng Qiu's name before … In other words, besides the commoners at the bottom tier, the name Meng Qiu was known to all cultivators at least within the Sword Pavilion's domain!

The reason was that Meng Qiu was the current master of the Sword Pavilion!

There were seven supreme divine weapons in the seven realms, one for each of the seven forces, while the sword pavilion controlled the Dragon Soul Sword. It was one of the seven largest forces in the seven realms.

Meng Qiu was the master of the Sword Pavilion.

Jiang Ting had long since sensed the immense power within the young man's body … Adding on the reaction from the person from Thunderbolt Hall, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that the young man was the Sword Pavilion's master, Meng Qiu!

If the young man in front of them was indeed Meng Qiu and was the master of the Sword Pavilion, then the people from Thunderbolt Hall were naturally terrified when they saw their subordinate actually dare to attack the master of the Sword Pavilion.

But... Wasn't the master of the Sword Pavilion dead?

According to what Jiang Ting had heard from Nine River Town a year ago, the current master of the Sword Pavilion, Meng Qiu, had suddenly died for unknown reasons. The news of his death had been announced by Meng Qiu's father.

Meng Qiu's father was one of the previous generation's Sword Pavilion Masters. Ever since Meng Qiu ascended the throne, it was said that the other powers were all taken over by the younger generation, and the older ones all retired. Meng Qiu, on the other hand, was said to have unparalleled talent, and his battle prowess was already at the peak of the Seven Spiritual Worlds.

After Meng Qiu's father announced Meng Qiu's death, he returned to take control of the Sword Pavilion.

This was what Jiang Ting knew. As for more information … He did not understand that all he knew was what he had heard in Nine River Town.

However, Jiang Ting didn't take the initiative to investigate … It didn't matter if this Meng Qiu was the real master of the Sword Pavilion or not. Since the Thunderbolt Hall had already recognized him, he would immediately know the reason for his obsession.

What he needed to do now was to bury San Gouzi with the others. Perhaps it was because this village's status was too low and not too rich, or perhaps this village didn't have any customs … The people of the village looked for coffins and then carried San Gouzi away from the village.

On the other side.

Meng Qiu … Or perhaps it could be said that the youth named Stone had already been carried away to his wealthy home.

Tears welled up in Spring Grass's eyes. "Shitou, bear with it. I'll help you pick up the damage."

"I'm not in pain." Rock forced a smile on his face.

The village chief quickly said, "Spring Grass, don't talk to Stone. There are too many wounds on its body. Every time a sound is heard, the skin of the wound will split open, which is extremely bad for recovery."

Obviously, compared to other ordinary villagers, the village chief had much more knowledge. At the very least, he understood the common medicinal knowledge.

"Village Chief, I'm sorry, I forgot."2

Spring Grass hurriedly replied with an anxious look on her face, "Stone, don't say anything. I'll bandage your wound first …."

The medicine of decocting, busy busy, did not have a moment of leisure.

When the Village Chief saw this, he relaxed slightly. After which, he knitted his brows and left … Compared to the ordinary villagers, he did indeed know a lot more.

In his limited understanding, those big shots in Nine River Town shouldn't have left so easily … Apart from the aristocratic families, how could the villagers possibly be regarded by those powerful figures?

Earlier, when those big shots said that they wanted to kill someone, they would definitely do so. How could they just leave because of the rock? And he even exempted the food from this year's Great Feng Village!

However, he didn't understand the reason behind this either.

"Ai, I hope that nothing unexpected will happen to the village." Sighing lightly, the village chief left the house and walked out of the village.

In the village, there were very few people who could read, so he had to rush over to command the villagers to carve stone tablets for San Gouzi … In the eyes of the villagers, Jiang Ting was definitely able to read.

However, the Village Chief knew that he was going to die soon. At the most, he would only need a year or two before he would be buried. Before he died, he wanted to do something for the village.

… …

Night slowly descended.

The village was three miles away, near the mountain. There were many piles of earth here, and each mound had a few stone tablets on it … It was a very rough monolith. Only the vague shape of the monolith could be seen.

They did not dare to bury their people in or near the fields because that was a place where food was grown. If the big figures of Nine River Town knew about this, then the entire village would probably be killed.

San Gouzi, who had just been killed, had also been buried.

"San Gouzi …" "Wuwuwu …"

"If you ever have a next life, San Gouzi, you better not reincarnate into a poor person like us."

"That's right. If there is a next life, you, San Gouzi … Forget it, let's not have a next life. Who can say for sure about matters of the Gods. If there really is a next life, then it will only increase one's heartache. "

Jiang Ting looked at this place and shook his head without leaving any trace. Then, he looked at the eyes of the heavens and let out a bitter smile.

If it wasn't for the restrictions being too high, he wouldn't have waited for the Thunderbolt Hall people to act up.

After a while, Jiang Ting followed the crowd and returned to the village … The sky was already dark, and the wilderness at night was not safe. If they were to encounter any ferocious beasts at midnight, it was likely that not many people would be able to make it back to the village alive.

Although people were already dead, those who were still alive had to continue living.

Even ants would covet life, much less humans.

… …

Nine River Town.

As night fell, the people from Thunderbolt Hall who had ran away in fear also staggered back to Nine River Town.

It was still as bustling as before.

Normally, those who escaped would choose to enjoy themselves first, but now, those who escaped didn't have the slightest intention to enjoy themselves. Instead, they rushed towards Thunderclap Hall's stronghold in fear.

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