Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

Chapter 529 Pretending to Know Nothing

Qin Cang slowly stood up, the box gun in his hand raised, the muzzle pointed at the tree where Liu San was hiding, and his voice was as low as a knife: "If you don't get out now, I will shoot you."

Beads of sweat rolled down Liu San's forehead. He froze in place, as if a ball of cotton was stuck in his throat. It took him a long time to crawl out from behind the tree, trembling. The smile on his face was uglier than crying.

"Platoon Leader... I, I just saw that you guys haven't come back for a while, so I wanted to come over and take a look."

A sneer appeared on Qin Cang's lips, and his eyes were fixed on his face, as if he could see through all his thoughts at a glance.

"is it?"

Liu San's mouth trembled, and he forced a flattering smile: "Really, I swear..."

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the muzzle of his gun, and said in a cold voice: "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. I will believe it slowly when I get back."

The air was dead silent, with only a dead leaf rustling in the wind in the woods.

Xiaohu stood aside, gritting his teeth, his eyes brimming with fire, his fingers tightly gripping the butt of the gun, his knuckles turning white, his lips pursed until they turned purple.

Liu San lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, and his heart was already suffocated by fear.

Qin Cang slowly put away his gun, squinted his eyes and stared at Liu San, his voice as cold as a knife: "We'll settle the score when we get back."

Liu San's back suddenly stiffened, a low, hoarse sound came out of his throat, his legs and feet became weak, and he almost crawled back.

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes, staring at Liu San's stumbling figure as he disappeared into the woods. The coldness in his eyes was as stern as a knife. After the figure completely disappeared into the bushes, he slowly exhaled and turned his gaze to Xiao Hu.

"Did you see it?" His voice was low, with a hint of suppressed coldness.

Xiaohu gripped the butt of his gun tightly, his teeth clenching his lips, his eyes filled with the rage he had been holding back all night. His heart felt like it was on fire, and his chest heaved violently.

"He heard it." Xiaohu whispered, his voice hoarse.

Qin Cang nodded, a cold glint in his eyes.

"What will he do?" Qin Cang slowly squatted down and took out a half-smoked, wrinkled cigarette from the pipe at his waist. He held it between his lips and teeth, but did not light it. The tobacco was flattened by his lips and teeth, and had a faint bitter taste.

Xiao Hu gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with ruthlessness: "He will definitely find a chance to strike... He wants you dead, and he wants me dead too."

Qin Cang sneered, the cigarette trembled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as cold as a pool of stagnant water.

"He doesn't dare." Qin Cang said slowly, his tone like a nail driven into the mud, "If he really wanted to do it, he would have done it long ago."

Xiaohu's heartbeat suddenly sank, his brows furrowed, and he lowered his voice to a very low level: "Then what did he do just now? He was about to pull the trigger! I saw it clearly!"

Qin Cang slowly raised his eyes, narrowed his pupils, and his eyes cut into Xiaohu's face like a knife.

"He's pushing himself." Qin Cang's voice was hoarse and cold. "He hasn't given up yet. He still has a bottom line in his heart. He's afraid. He's afraid that we will return alive, afraid that the truth will be revealed. But if he really pulls the trigger—" He sneered, a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth, "his hands shake worse than yours."

Xiaohu clenched his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were burning with anger, but he couldn't speak.

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes, looked up at the gray sky, and felt as heavy as if a piece of iron was pressing on his heart.

Liu San has been forced into a corner... but it's not time for him to actually bite anyone yet.

He knew in his heart that people like Liu San would only bite others when they were driven to the point of despair. This little bit of fear was far from enough to drive him crazy.

But the longer the time goes on, the more Liu San's courage will be inflated by fear, until he goes completely crazy.

Qin Cang's eyes darkened a little, the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth was bitten into pieces, and a bitter tobacco shredded his tongue.

"We have to take another route."

He whispered, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding woods, his eyes narrowed like an old wolf sniffing out its prey.

"Why?" Xiaohu was stunned, his eyes full of confusion.

Qin Cang slowly stood up, patted the dirt off his trouser legs, and said with a gloomy look, "Liu San will definitely go back and find someone to watch this road. He won't dare to take action, but he will definitely not let us go back alive."

Xiaohu's face changed, his fingers clenched the gun barrel, and his teeth chattered.

"What should we do then?" he asked in a low voice.

Qin Cang slowly scanned the surrounding terrain and his eyes fell on the valley in the east.

"Go around that way, along the bottom of the ditch." He said in a low voice, "There's an abandoned path thirty miles away, a wild path used by mountain people. It's in a remote area, and the footprints are scattered. Liu San can't find it."

Xiaohu raised his eyes and looked in the direction he pointed, and his heart suddenly tightened.

The terrain of that valley was steep, full of rocks and thorns. The bottom of the ditch was wet and slippery. Once you stepped in, half of your leg would be stuck in the mud. The deepest part was two or three meters. Once it got dark, it was like hell.

Xiaohu frowned even more tightly and gritted his teeth as he said, "That road is too difficult to walk on... We're carrying guns and ammunition, so it'll take us a whole day and night to walk."

"It's safer to go the hard way." Qin Cang said calmly, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, "If you want to go back alive, you have to take a road that even the dead don't want to take."

Xiao Hu's heart sank suddenly, and his throat felt like it was blocked by a ball of fire. After a long while, he managed to utter a word: "What about Liu San? Are we just going to let him go back like this?"

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes, a sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"He is more useful alive than dead."

Xiaohu's eyes widened, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

Qin Cang raised his hand, patted his shoulder, and said in a voice as low as a snake spitting out its tongue: "Only those who are alive will walk into the trap themselves."

A trace of confusion flashed across Xiaohu's eyes, but the anger and humiliation in his heart were still churning, and his teeth were gritting their teeth.

Qin Cang said nothing more, turned around and walked towards the valley in the east, his steps as steady as if he was walking on the edge of a knife.

Xiaohu gritted his teeth, wiped the sweat off his face, spat fiercely, and followed with his gun in hand.

The two figures gradually disappeared into the dense forest, and only the broken dead branches made a slight "crackling" sound, like the bones of dead birds breaking in the mud.

Qin Cang walked in front, his steps as steady as a rock, but his heart was filled with an indescribable chill.

Liu San...you can hear, see, and pretend you know nothing now.

But how many things have you hidden... I will dig them out bit by bit, peel off your rotten skin, and crush even your bones.

Qin Cang's eyes grew colder and colder, his breathing as heavy as an undercurrent buried beneath the soil.

The wind in the forest blew harder and harder, and the sky gradually became gloomy, like a huge gray net slowly covering the horizon, enveloping the entire forest.

The footsteps faded away in the woods, bringing with them a deathly silence.

The moment Liu San turned around, the cold sweat on his back had soaked his entire collar, but a sinister light flashed across his eyes.

He knew that Qin Cang didn't believe him.