Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 32 Stakes

The wind howled furiously.

In the dead of night, a torrential downpour rippled across the sky, the heavens and earth seemed to rise and fall.

Outside the largest warehouse, two sentries hid behind pillars, each with their bows drawn and arrows nocked, ready to fire.

This warehouse is so solid that it would be no exaggeration to call it an impregnable fortress. It has no roof tiles or ridges, and is simply a square structure made of solid stones, resembling an official's hat.

The walls are smooth and offer no footholds, except for the iron gate in the middle, which is made of multiple layers of sheet metal and a wooden core and can only be opened with a key.

Without a doubt, the contents of this warehouse are extremely important to Yang Lu and even to Wanlong Mill.

Perhaps seeing that no one could break through their defenses against Yang Lu and the others, the two sentries gradually relaxed.

"Judging from the voice, it sounds like Lin Shou-chou from Weiheng Street?"

"Whoever they are, with Master Yang in charge, they're all doomed."

"Yeah... those Shui San'er guys are really crazy. Their own people accidentally fell into the well, and they just take it out on our mill without even asking what happened! They deserve to die!"

Large raindrops slid down from the eaves and splattered onto the face of the person on the left.

The man wiped his face and suddenly said, "Was this really done by our mill? I heard that a lot of people died in the water pit, and only one person survived, I think it was an old man surnamed Chen?"

The other person shook his head and said...

"I don't know if the deaths of the other people were caused by our mill. But Old Chen's fall into the well was definitely not!"

"What?"

The sounds of wind and rain mingled, as if ten thousand peaks were collapsing.

The fighting in the front yard grew increasingly intense.

Standing in front of the warehouse, the man's face showed a hint of mockery as he chuckled softly.

"If it really was our mill that did it, how could old man Chen, who can't even urinate properly, have survived?"
Even if I survived, I'd be assassinated while I was bedridden... There's no way I'd live; otherwise, it would be too disgraceful for our mill!"

"Makes sense!"

The man on the right agreed with this statement.

Another torrential downpour slid down the eaves, traveling several meters before crashing down on the head of the person on the left.

The man felt a sudden heaviness in his head and instinctively shook his head.

Then he noticed that his colleague across from him suddenly looked at him with a terrified expression...the top of his head?
"What's wrong?" the man asked curiously.

"Your head, your head..." The voice was shrill and slightly cracked.

The man released the bowstring, held the bow in one hand, and reached down to tidy his hair.

Aside from being damp, it looked perfectly normal upon first touch.

Whoosh!
A cool breeze brushed past his ear. The man looked up and said,
"What happened to my head? It's nothing..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

The only reason was that behind the pillar, which was only a few steps away, there was no one in sight.

Only the wind and rain kept battering in.

My colleague who was just talking a moment ago has vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye!
"not good!"

The man's expression changed drastically, his arm muscles twitched like earthworms, and he suddenly drew the bowstring like a full moon, becoming alert in all directions.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a calm voice came from behind the person.

He had just felt a jolt of fear when he suddenly heard a gust of wind whistling behind his ear. Before he could react, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

Chen Shunan grabbed one of them with each hand, scaled the wall, and darted out of the rice granary like a flying duck, hiding under a rocky hill not far from the wall.

In the blink of an eye, they captured two third-rate martial artists.

Chen Shunan's heart pounded, and his face flushed.

He's quite experienced; he's done everything from sneak attacks and poisoning to backstabbing.

But like today, silently stepping on someone's head, capturing the enemy alive as if by ghostly means.

This is truly the first time!
Those human head stakes are really powerful to step on!
Without hesitation, Chen Shunan took a rag and gagged the two men, then swiftly severed their Achilles tendons.

The two woke up in pain, only to find themselves in a heavy rainstorm.

A man in black stood silently with a knife in his hand, his face obscured, and walked towards him step by step.

The two men's eyes immediately widened in terror. Before long, a small, crimson stream began to flow slowly across the muddy field embankment.

The stench of blood had not yet spread far before it was scattered by the night rain.

[Wish +9]

[Wish +7]

[Wish: 175 → 191]

"so little?"

Chen Shunan looked surprised.

But after thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly realized the truth.

It seems that due to time constraints and insufficient foreplay, the fear in the two of them was not fully aroused.

"It's alright, Instructor Lin, let's endure this hardship a little longer..."

Chen Shunan immediately wiped the blood off the throwing knife, took two quick steps, turned around, and went back into the rice warehouse.

……

Huo Yue hid behind the wall, took out his hemp-backed bow, and stared intently at Yang Lu not far away with a serious expression.

Huo Yue was soaking wet, it was hard to tell whether the water on her body was sweat or rain.

Lin Jiaotou truly deserves the title of "Great Accomplished Ape." His Jade Robe has long been perfected, and his jade-like body has been refined to the extreme.

Wearing high-quality boxing gloves, he and seven or eight second-rate martial artists managed to stop Yang Lu.

Given this situation, Lin Shouzhou and his companions were also in grave danger.

Yang Lu's face was as cold as frost, her eyes were bloodshot, and her arms swung like a giant insect reaching out its claws. With every move she made, there were waves of violent spiraling force twisting and turning beneath her skin, flesh, and fascia.

A scrape can cause a wound, a collision can lead to death.

Apart from Instructor Lin, the other second-rate martial artists could only keep running around and fighting outside.

In the end, Yang Lu lay prone on the ground with her arms bent and legs outstretched, resembling a striped tiger!
Crouching Tiger Strength, a form of hard qigong!
Yang Lu was a contemporary of the "Senior Lu" mentioned by Sun Xiao and others, and was a prominent figure in Wuqing County back then.

However, Yang Lu's training went awry. While observing the giant tiger, her consciousness was corrupted by its ferocious intent. Her eyes kept flashing back and forth, forcing her to cultivate her character and suffer from illness for many years.

That's how he earned the nickname "Sick Tiger".

At this moment, facing the combined attack of Lin Shouzhou and others, Yang Lu gradually became more serious.

His gaze kept sweeping towards Huo Yue.

Clearly, an unseen sense of alertness made him realize that there were still archers hiding here, which also distracted him somewhat.

Upon reaching the first-class level, one gradually slays the six thieves, and one's spiritual insight is fully formed. When encountering an enemy, it is as if one's body is on fire. One often possesses a divine ability to foresee the future and can provide physical warnings.

Therefore, Huo Yue dared not easily release the arrow.

He only has one chance.

Moreover, the enemy also had archers, and quite a few of them.

Once he fires an arrow, whether he hits or not, the other archers will discover his location.

Therefore, if his attack fails, Yang Lu will be less pressured and will likely break through the combined forces of Lin Shouzhou and the others immediately.

Currently, the two sides are vaguely stuck in a stalemate.

The Shuiwozi side must quickly eliminate the hidden archers and the rest of the mortar crew in order to concentrate all their efforts on surrounding and killing Yang Lu.

As for the mill, all they need to do is maintain the original appearance and withstand the frenzied attacks of the Water Threes, and they will be able to wait for the moment when Master Yang reclaims the old land.

at this time,

Out of the corner of Huo Yue's eye, she could still see Zhuo Shuzhu and the others, who dodged and weaved, changing their movements in succession, and killing several people in a row.

But... it's too slow!

"what!!"

Just then, a shrill scream came from the backyard.

Then one of the rice-pounding gang members tumbled down from behind the rice granary roof, landing face up in the courtyard, lifeless.

Huo Yue could see clearly that the man had a gleaming throwing knife stuck in his throat.

One fatal blow to the throat!

(End of this chapter)