Under the fist

Chapter 26 A vicious and ruthless man, shocked to learn of hidden treasure.

This person was actually Xie Laosan.

It really is true that enemies are destined to meet.

Lian Youming narrowed his eyes, his mind churning with thoughts.

According to Qin Yuhu, the old ghost clearly fled to the Russians back then, there was no way that it was false, but now he is hiding in this deep mountain forest, which means he has obviously escaped back.

strangeness.

Could it be that he couldn't make it there?
Or is he up to some bad idea again?
Lian Youming carefully controlled his breathing, but he suddenly noticed that Xie Laosan's walking posture was not quite right. He was limping, and his right leg was lame.

Without a doubt, given the other party's skill level, such injuries could only have been inflicted by bullets while crossing the border.

Nowadays, most of the border guards are veterans who have been on the battlefield and are experienced in fighting the enemy. If three of them get together, Xie Laosan will be in big trouble unless he grows wings.

Judging from their attire, the three had clearly been hiding in these deep mountains and forests for some time.

Did it hide in here after winter set in?
Lian Youming clicked his tongue in surprise, never expecting that this old rascal would actually resort to the "blind spot under the lamp" tactic.

I thought they would have fled abroad, but they were hiding right under my nose.

His gaze shifted subtly, then fell upon the remaining two people.

The two men were of different heights; the shorter one was Chinese, and the taller one was the Russian.

The short man moved with light steps and was slender, but he did not look weak at all. His long arms stretched out in the air and were almost past his knees. Under the dirty, messy hair on his forehead, one could vaguely see a pair of bright and intelligent eyes.

Lian Youming has been quite busy lately, learning a lot from Yan Lingyun. Just look at his agile steps, leaping like a monkey and rising and falling like flying; he has clearly mastered the essence of the Imitation Boxing style.

As for that disheveled Russian, he was also unusual.

This man was tall and strong, with a broad frame, a wide-open collar, and a patch of yellowish-brown chest hair covering his bare chest. His temples were also prominently bulging, suggesting he was a skilled practitioner of external martial arts.

The martial artist who practices external martial arts focuses on strengthening his muscles and bones and enhancing his blood and qi. Although his movements are powerful and his body is domineering, his blood and qi surging is even more intense. Once he has mastered the skills, his muscles and tendons will bulge and his blood vessels will naturally become thicker and larger. In addition, the temples are a vital part of the body, so the changes are most obvious.

They are not ordinary people.

Lian Youming pursed his lips, turned his head and saw Yan Lingyun beside him with worried eyes. He immediately gave her a reassuring look, signaling her to slowly retreat.

The two sides were about thirty or forty meters apart. They were hidden in the woods, with grass and leaves providing cover, and birdsong drowning out the noise, so they were quite safe.

The two of them slowly slid their hands and feet backward.

"I found this old club-shaped tree with seven-grade leaves when I was herding animals, following a bear. In a few days, after it finishes flowering, I reckon it will be an eighth-grade tree..."

Xie Laosan's voice came from afar.

So this old fellow also came for that wild ginseng.

Lian Youming recalled how Yan Lingyun had discovered the wild ginseng, and everything suddenly connected.

But then the old Russian suddenly opened his mouth and spoke in fluent Mandarin, "Hehe, Xie Laogui, we brothers didn't come back with you through thick and thin just for this piece of junk. You said you had... the Kwantung Army's treasure on you... let us see it..."

The voice was faint and intermittent, but Lian Youming still managed to vaguely hear a few words.

The Kwantung Army's hidden treasure?

What is this?
What treasure is hidden there?
Treasure Map?
"A treasure map of the Kwantung Army? Holy crap!!!"

Lian Youming's mind was in turmoil, and once his thoughts were sorted out, everything seemed to make sense.

This old man was willing to risk losing a leg to come back; it turns out he had a bigger plan.

The two retreated further and further away, until Xie Laosan and the others were out of sight. Only then did Lian Youming pick up Yan Lingyun and run away.

“I’ll take you down the mountain, then you can go find my Uncle Qin… Don’t worry, I’ll definitely bring that wild ginseng back to you.” Upon hearing this, Yan Lingyun grabbed his sleeve, her expression panicked, and said, “Lian, I don’t want the wild ginseng anymore… Those people are all vicious and ruthless, please don’t do anything foolish.”

Seeing that the little girl was almost crying, Lian Youming grinned and said, "After going to so much trouble, how can we not take it? Don't worry, these people should have a place to rest. I'll mark the way later. Tell Uncle Qin and the others to be very careful and bring some skilled gunmen. We must catch them all in one fell swoop."

Putting aside that wild ginseng with eight leaves, if the Kwantung Army's treasure map is real, that would be incredible.

Whether he keeps it or hands it over, he will benefit greatly.

Moreover, these three might not be able to handle the barrage of bullets, but if they turned around and disappeared into the deep mountains and forests, focusing solely on escaping, they might really be able to vanish without a trace. Finding them then would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Therefore, we must follow along and wait for the right opportunity; we cannot let them get away.

Not to mention that Xie Laosan and he had already become enemies, so it was the perfect opportunity to eliminate them completely and prevent future troubles.

Seeing this, Yan Lingyun said no more, tightly hugged Lian Youming's neck, and buried her head.

As Lian Youming ran, he simply unloaded all the useless heavy items on his body and hid them in a ravine. Carrying only a butcher's knife, he carried Yan Lingyun on his back and ran at full speed.

Judging from what Xie Laosan said, the wild ginseng wouldn't produce grade eight ginseng anytime soon, so there was still time.

They had come at a leisurely pace, but now Lian Youming channeled his strength into his legs, causing his muscles to bulge and jut out. With each step he took, pebbles flew everywhere beneath his feet, making him faster than a galloping horse. After resting several times along the way, they finally made it back to Songzi Ridge before nightfall.

Although we didn't return to Tahe, there were hand-cranked telephones in the villages and communes at the foot of the mountain.

During the day, the two of them hitched a ride on a villager's donkey cart to enter the mountains.

Watching Yan Lingyun walk quickly into the village, and then follow several female educated youths toward the commune, Lian Youming turned and stepped into the mountains.

He licked his dry lips, took out a piece of Solomon's Seal and put it in his mouth, savoring the sweet taste as it went down his throat. Then he followed the trail he had left behind and went back.

As dusk approached and the sun set, casting fiery red glow, the forest fell silent, devoid of the usual chirping of birds.

Lian Youming carried the butcher's knife on his back and slowed his pace, both to stretch his tense muscles and to take the opportunity to recover his strength and calm his breathing.

As time flew by, just before the last ray of sunlight disappeared, Lian Youming stood once again outside the lush birch forest. His eyes flashed, his aura subsided, and he quickly crouched down and nimbly slipped inside.

Unlike before, the forest was now sparsely populated, with only the sounds of rabbits and foxes running around.

Lian Youming hurried towards the location of the wild ginseng, but when he reached the edge of the woods, he found that Xie Laosan and the others were no longer by the stream.

But he dared not be careless in the slightest. He walked around the woods to the other side, but he had not gone far when he saw a pale, bluish head staring straight at him. Blood was still coming out of its eyes, and maggots could be seen wriggling inside them.

On a dark and windy night, deep in the mountains and forests, Lian Youming's pupils suddenly contracted when he was suddenly confronted with those eyes. He felt his scalp tingle and almost let out a howl, his whole body trembling.

Dead?

But after he stepped back a few paces and observed carefully, he realized that the head had been hung on a tree branch, apparently by a hiker.

It's likely that they discovered the three men's trail after entering the mountains and were silenced.

The stench that hit me was overwhelming, and the sight of his head being gnawed by insects and pecked by birds clearly indicated that he had been dead for some time.

"These beasts!"

Lian Youming's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he continued forward.

The others hid in the woods, but kept a close eye on the outside movements, searching along the direction of the stream.

As the stench of the corpse gradually faded, a greasy aroma of roasted meat quietly entered Lian Youming's nostrils.

In the pitch-black night, a ball of fire could be seen faintly in the distance.

"found it!"

(End of this chapter)