Mythical Cultivation

"It's good that you know. Although it's wrong to have the intention to harm others, we must always be on guard against others." Uncle Qing couldn't help but teach him.

Looking at the innocent-looking boy beside him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a trace of pity. Although he was an experienced and ruthless bandit from the Black Dragon Village, he was actually forced by the difficult and harsh world and had no other choice but to go up the mountain and become a bandit.

However, the Ah Chun before him was the only bloodline left by his deceased best friend! So, no matter what, he didn't want Ah Chun to be like those bandits, carrying a bad reputation for his whole life, becoming the target of public outcry, living in fear every day, and never having a peaceful day.

At this moment, the young man Ah Chun suddenly seemed to have discovered something unusual. He suddenly widened his eyes, staring intently at the darkness ahead, and shouted loudly, "Who is it?"

His sudden shout was like thunder from the blue sky, which woke up the other patrolling bandits who were dozing off.

They all quickly jumped up, hurriedly grabbed their weapons, and then looked around nervously, their faces full of fear and confusion.

"Where is the person? Why can't I see anything?" One of the bandits rubbed his sleepy eyes and complained mutteringly.

"That's right, I didn't see any human figure! Are you seeing things?" another gangster echoed, while looking up and down at Achun, the young man who sounded the alarm, with suspicion.

For a moment, the whole scene became noisy. Several young gangsters argued endlessly, insisting that they had not seen any suspicious people. Several middle-aged men frowned, secretly wondering whether anyone had really passed by.

"I just saw two dark shadows passing by!" said the young man, Ah Chun, in a panic. His voice was trembling slightly, and he was obviously frightened by what he had just seen.

"Ah Chun, it's just a shadow, what's the big deal?" One of the young gangsters responded nonchalantly. This gangster was tall and muscular, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Yeah, you must be seeing things!" The other patrol members chimed in. They gathered together, talking at once, completely oblivious to Ah Chun's words.

You know, Ah Chun was not only the youngest among them, but also the weakest. Furthermore, he had no one to rely on, so he was often bullied by this group. Now, when they heard him claim to have seen a black shadow, everyone naturally started to heckle and question him.

"I really saw it! Why don't you guys believe me?"

Ah Chun was so anxious that he was about to cry. He stared at his companions with wide eyes and a face full of grievance. However, facing everyone's distrust, he felt helpless.

At this moment, Ah Chun looked for help at the middle-aged man standing beside him - Uncle Qing. Uncle Qing had a kind face and his eyes revealed a calm and trusting look.

"Achun, I believe you." Uncle Qing took a step forward, gently touched Achun's head, and said in a firm tone.

After getting Uncle Qing's support, Achun seemed to have found his backbone and felt a little more at ease.

Then, Uncle Qing turned to look at the other two middle-aged men in the team and said seriously, "Old Liu, Old Zhao, although Achun is still young, he has always been honest and would never lie about something like this. We'd better be careful, as there might really be something wrong."

"Yanqing, what you said does make some sense. In my opinion, this child is simple by nature and would never speak nonsense about such an important matter."

The burly, broad-shouldered middle-aged man, Lao Liu, nodded slightly in agreement, turned to Achun's uncle Qing, and said solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Liu turned around abruptly. Facing the group of strong and capable men behind him, he looked solemn and shouted in a voice as loud as a bell:

"You little bastards! Pull yourself together! Keep your eyes open and patrol carefully. Make sure you thoroughly investigate every corner of this stronghold, inside and out. Don't miss even the slightest clue! If you find anything unusual, shout at the top of your lungs! Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Sergeant!" Everyone responded in unison, their voices uniform and resounding through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, this group of well-trained people took quick action. According to the pre-arranged grouping method, each team of five people began to carry out a comprehensive inspection in the village in an orderly manner.

And just now, the two mysterious black shadows that Achun caught a glimpse of were actually Wu Ming and Zhou Ling.

It was a pity that the young man named Achun had poor martial arts skills and limited power, and his eyesight was naturally very limited. He could not tell that the black shadows were actually two people.

At this moment, Wu Ming and Zhou Ling were crouching under the eaves of a house. They cleverly used the shadows to successfully conceal their figures, holding their breath and staring intently at everything happening in the center of the venue.

It was not until the patrol team of ten people gradually moved away and finally disappeared from their sight that the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.

It was already the second half of the night, everything was quiet, and the entire village was immersed in tranquility.

Aside from the occasional chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves in the night wind, there was no other sound. Most of the bandits in the village had already fallen into a sweet dream, so the lights in most rooms were extinguished, leaving only a few places still shining with a faint light.

Wu Ming and Zhou Ling carefully shuttled through the darkness, trying not to make any noise, avoiding the patrol team.

They knew very well that it was not a good time to alert the enemy, so they did not even approach those dark rooms, but went straight to the rooms where lights were still flickering.

They had one goal in mind - to find the murderer who attacked them and to get as much useful intelligence as possible.

The two men moved forward lightly, like ghosts. Finally, they arrived in front of an attic. The light was on in the room, and two gangsters were guarding the door.

The two men looked at each other and understood what was in each other's eyes. They knew that this place must be where the high-ranking bandits in the village lived, so they decided to investigate.