Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 148: Cui Ying'er

Late at night.

The sky suddenly started drizzling. It was deep spring, and the weather was still slightly chilly, but not as cold as the hearts of the 119 martial arts experts.

The three-day deadline for the antidote had arrived, but there was still no clue about the antidote.

The "Demon Head" sitting in the van in front hadn't said a word for three days. There was no expression on his face, and he even drove Zhao Li and Bai Mu away. No one knew what he was thinking or preparing to do.

This was even more terrifying than his fierce and ruthless actions.

At this point, no one attempted to resist anymore. If they couldn't win, they would be disabled. That's it.

Di Huaijie and the old man, who were still not fully recovered from their injuries and looked somewhat disheveled, were pushing the van with more seriousness than ever before.

"In fact, we just wanted to test your martial arts skills, and we had no intention of resisting!" The old man said sincerely, "I knew about your high martial arts realm a long time ago. Even if all of us joined forces, we wouldn't be your match. As expected, it turned out just as I expected. I wonder what's on the mind of the leader, Di Daxia?"

Di Huaijie, who had been looking disdainful, turned pale when he heard this. "Master, you must not listen to this old dog's nonsense. The moment I saw you, I was overwhelmed by your powerful aura. I truly admire you."

Xin Zhuo remained silent.

The old man cleared his throat. "Master, um... the three-day deadline for the antidote has arrived. My stomach is starting to ache. Could you... give me one?"

Xin Zhuo finally turned around, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuations. "I know what you're thinking. If you honestly follow me to kill the three families of Duan Yang Tower, I will grant you freedom with the antidote. But if any of you have any other ideas, none of you will survive!"

Everyone's hearts rejoiced, and they all bowed. "Yes!"

"Set off to Xiaosong Mountain!"

"Yes!"

...

At the foot of the majestic Xiaosong Mountain.

"Whoosh—"

Wearing a green dress, the petite and delicate Han Qiuniang threw down the last thousand-pound boulder heavily, smashing seven or eight bandits who had rushed up from the mountain to death. After they retreated in fear, she clapped her hands and turned around with Huang Dagui, who had a fierce and one-eyed face mask, and headed up the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, outside four or five simple thatched huts, a large flag made of hemp cloth with the words "Carrying out justice for the heavens" was erected.

Not far away, there was also a solitary grave.

Dressed in white, Cui Ying'er sat in front of the grave with Murong Xiu, Han Jiulang, and Bai Jianxi, all of them with red eyes.

When the two returned, Murong Xiu sighed. "How did it go?"

Han Qiuniang took out a mourning cloth and tied it around her head, slightly tilting the unmarried girl's double buns. "The bandit leader of Heifeng Village is only seventh rank. He is no match for us. Everything is fine!"

"That's right! Daddy is now seventh rank, and Qiuniang is sixth rank. How could we be afraid of them? It's a joke!" Huang Dagui threw away the newly replaced broadsword and put on a strange mourning hat, then sat down.

After a moment of silence, everyone looked at the grave. The tombstone read:

"Tomb of Fulong Mountain's Xin Zhuo!"

That's right! The head of the family was gone!

According to the original agreement, the six of them split up to gather information about the Yimen Du family, Duan Yang Tower, and Shenqiang Villa.

Along the way, they disguised themselves and were not noticed by anyone. After all, all the hatred was directed towards the head of the family. Who would care about the life or death of the bandits of Fulong Village? Without Xin Zhuo, could they still rise to the top?

The information was gathered, and they even found out the exact location of the ancestral tombs of the three families. Then they gathered at Xiaosong Mountain, waiting for the head of the family to arrive.

However, unexpectedly, they heard the news of the joint wanted order for the head of the family issued by the three families.

Perhaps Xin Zhuo didn't care, but in their eyes, it was terrifying. There would be many unknown experts who would find you in a strange way and suddenly attack you, leaving you defenseless!

They wanted to help, but they had no idea where the head of the family was.

The first month passed, and they still hadn't seen him.

They still held a glimmer of hope. The head of the family was very clever, so he should be fine.

The second month, but didn't wait.

It's okay! The smart one in charge.

The third month, but didn't wait.

The crowd started to panic.

Cui Ying'er even sat at the foot of the mountain every day, waiting in vain after the one-month deadline.

The fourth month, but didn't wait.

They finally despaired. After such a long time, the one in charge should have climbed up.

There is only one possibility, the one in charge is gone!

Although during these four months, they had inexplicably improved in a terrifying way, as if Talent suddenly became heaven-defying, continuously breaking through the Realm.

Cui Ying'er, Han Qimang, and Murong Xiu all reached the sixth rank.

Huang Dagui and the other two reached the seventh rank!

However, what's the point of having a high Realm without the one in charge? Their minds were not functioning well, and their lives were completely unsettled.

The tomb in front of them buried the clothes the one in charge wore during his lifetime. Cui Ying'er washed them five times until they turned white before setting up the tomb.

Let the one in charge come clean and leave clean!

"Who killed the one in charge, let's investigate and seek revenge!" Murong Xiu's gaze turned icy. Now that they couldn't go back home, the one in charge was gone, and they couldn't marry women, nor did they want to become monks. How could they live this kind of life where "nothing can be resolved, and nothing can be settled" without seeking revenge?

"No need, if we couldn't handle the one in charge, how could we handle the experts in Duan Yang Tower? Why should we let those scoundrels kill us again? From now on, you all should go down the mountain and seek a livelihood. Don't be bandits anymore. Divide the money and find a decent occupation."

Cui Ying'er muttered, a trace of determination flashed in her tearful eyes.

"What about us?" Han Jiulang asked curiously.

Cui Ying'er smiled bitterly and took out a small bottle of crystal-clear and blood-sealing poison: "I'll go down and accompany the one in charge. In the future... if you find the one in charge's bones, remember to bury me with him."

"Why?" Everyone looked at her in shock.

"Why..." Cui Ying'er looked at the gloomy sky and fell into a daze.

When she was seven years old, her family suffered from a war disaster. Her parents and relatives died tragically. A soldier's big knife was about to strike her, but she was saved by a middle-aged man.

That man looked terrifying, but his expression was not scary at all. His big hand was warm, and his words were gentle: "Come with me, I will take care of your food and sleep from now on."

"Uh... okay."

Since then, she followed the man, wandering around, sometimes hungry and sometimes full. It was not at all like what the man had promised, but she felt incredibly safe and happy.

Later, she inexplicably became a bandit!

Until fourteen years ago, the man went out and returned three months later, holding a three or four-year-old boy in his arms, dressed in fine clothes and looking noble, with a dirty face and runny nose.

The man pointed at the boy and told her very seriously: "This little guy will be your little brother in the future. You have to take good care of him. If he hasn't found a wife by the time he's twenty, you should have a child with him to continue the family line. Can you do it?"

"I can!"

Although Cui Ying'er didn't understand what having a child meant, she nodded firmly as always.

Later, she found that the more the boy grew up, the more annoying he became. He had a strange temper, was stubborn, gloomy, looked down on people, and was picky about food. He had flaws all over his body.

He even tried to commit suicide by jumping into a well.

She really disliked him.

Until the man was on his deathbed, lying in bed, holding the boy's hand tightly and handing it over to her. From the dim old eyes that had already lost their luster, she vaguely remembered this matter, but she still nodded firmly.

This was a matter of life and death! She had to live up to the man's lifesaving and nurturing grace, even though she really disliked him.

Who would have expected that the annoying little one in charge would suddenly change one day, becoming incredibly smart and sensible, even making people feel inferior and respectful.

Actually...

Whether the little one in charge was annoying or sensible, she was waiting for his twentieth birthday. This was a promise, a repayment of the debt of gratitude to the man.

(End of this chapter)