C279
C279
After Cheng Qing left Spirit Martial City, less than a hundred kilometers away, there was less and less people in sight. The roads became narrower and narrower, and there were only a few pedestrians. The land in the wilderness was now barren, and the wilderness was beginning to become the most beautiful scenery.
Cheng Qing knew the geography of Spirit Martial County. A few dozen miles further on was the desert and the desert, while Mount Qi was at the other end of the desert. The Gobi Desert in the northwest and southeast direction was very long and narrow. After passing through several counties, Spirit Martial County was only one of them.
After walking for an entire day, it was already late. The distant horizon of the setting sun was filled with golden clouds. Chen Qing jumped onto the treetop to take a look. Not far ahead, at the foot of the mountain, there was a village with twenty or so households. A winding and clear river quietly flowed in front of the village.
Cheng Qing was about to go and sleep there when he suddenly frowned.
In the farmlands by the small river, not a single farmer could be seen, and not even a single villager could be seen moving about in the village. At this hour, when the farmers were cooking, there was not a wisp of smoke in the cottage. A yellow dog lay motionless under the locust tree at the village entrance, as if it was already dead.
Feeling something was wrong, Cheng Qing jumped down from the treetop. Under the cover of the trees, he quietly approached the cottage. Finally, he squatted beside a clump of green bamboo by the river and quietly observed it.
As they got closer, the smell of blood drifted over with the wind. Cheng Qing frowned. Just as he was considering whether to take action, he suddenly saw a few people walking around the house, wiping the blood off their hands.
Seeing those people, killing intent flashed in Chen Qing's eyes. He was dressed in a white cashmere robe, with a round felt hat on his head and a braid hanging down from the back of his head.
Now, Cheng Qing finally understood why there were no farmers walking in the village and why there was no smoke.
Wherever the wolfwalker passed, life would be annihilated.
The people in this village had obviously been killed by the wolves. The people in front of him had obviously just dealt with the last of the villagers. They were now walking towards the village entrance, probably being assigned to be the sentries.
The distance from here to Qi Lianshan was still over a hundred li. Although it was not the middle of the Spirit Martial County, it was still in the middle. The wolfsman actually dared to come here to kill!
At this moment, Cheng Qing couldn't care less about why they didn't go to Qilian Mountain and instead appeared here. He only had one thought in mind right now, and that was to kill them all to avenge the villagers.
The other party's strength was unknown, and the type of experts guarding the village was also unknown. However, the three guards under the locust tree were all at the first level of the Xumi Stage. The person in the lead kicked the corpse away. His cultivation was almost at the second level of the Xumi Stage!
If even the cultivation of a sentry was so high, one could imagine that their leader's cultivation was absolutely not to be underestimated.
The sky quickly darkened. Chen Qing had been lurking in the bamboo forest for four hours, and only when the three wolfwalkers had started to yawn did he sneak out from the bamboo forest.
He walked down the slope to the river, then leaped over the creek and climbed up the gentle slope.
"Tulu, Barak, don't doze off. Wake up, we are in the territory of the West Cold people!" In front of the locust tree, the leader of the wolves turned around and warned as he saw his two companions leaning against the tree trunk with their heads drooping.