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

Chapter 530: Only those who panic will reveal their flaws

Qin Cang squatted at the edge of the woods, scanning the surroundings with a cold gaze. The dagger in his hand was "snapping" a dead branch. The broken end was sharp and wood chips fell from his fingertips.

The branches were piled on the ground, some thick, some thin, uneven, and covered with thorns. He didn't rush to work, but picked up the branches one by one with the tip of his knife, weighing them in his hand, his eyes as if he were picking the bones of prey.

Xiaohu half-crouched aside, holding the gun in both hands, his eyes constantly scanning into the depths of the forest. His heart felt like a nest of jumping mice, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Brother Qin...are we really going to build a fence here?" Xiaohu couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Qin Cang didn't even raise his eyelids, and continued to cut the branches slowly and steadily. His voice was hoarse and cold: "It doesn't make sense. How are we going to get through tonight?"

Xiaohu licked his cracked lips, his throat felt as if it was filled with sand.

"But this place is too close... Liu San might be hiding nearby watching us." He glanced around nervously, his voice lowered even more. "He's been following us all the way. If he really turns hostile and sneaks over in the dark, we'll be half dead here."

Qin Cang stopped cutting wood, looked up at Xiaohu, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What are you afraid of?" he said slowly. "If he dares to come, it will save us a lot of trouble."

Xiaohu's face froze, his Adam's apple rolled, and the anger that had just emerged in his heart was forcibly suppressed.

He lowered his head and remained silent, but he couldn't help but mutter in his heart - what kind of heart does Qin Cang have? He is surrounded by wolf-like enemies, but he can still keep his composure and not even frown.

Is he cruel? Or does he simply not take Liu San seriously?

Qin Cang lowered his head and continued to carve wood, with a sneer still on his face, but his eyes flashed with a hidden cold light.

He knew better than anyone that Liu San must be hiding in the dark and staring at them, his eyes almost bleeding.

But that's exactly what he wanted.

Just stare at it... the longer you look, the more panicked you will feel.

The knife in Qin Cang's hand cut faster and faster, and the dead branches were cut into sharp and thin pieces, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, waiting for someone to hit them.

Xiaohu, who was standing by, felt his scalp tingle, and couldn't help but ask, "Can this really block people?"

Qin Cang didn't raise his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I don't know if I can stop people, but I know whether I can stop Liu San..."

Xiaohu frowned tightly, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

Qin Cang seemed to be weaving an invisible net all the way. He didn't say anything explicitly, but every step seemed to be calculated accurately.

What on earth is he waiting for?

Qin Cang seemed to see through Xiaohu's doubts. He glanced at him indifferently and curled up a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't he afraid that we will go back?" Qin Cang lowered his voice and said, "Then we have to let him see it with his own eyes... We definitely can't go back tonight."

Xiaohu's heart skipped a beat, and a flash of understanding appeared in his eyes.

Qin Cang built this fence not to protect people, but to show it to Liu San.

Liu San felt that they were trapped here, like a turtle in a jar, and had completely lost their threat.

If a hunter wants to catch a wild wolf, he must first make the wolf feel that it has won.

Xiaohu's anger subsided a lot, his eyes gradually brightened, and a gloomy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Qin...you have a very wicked plan."

Qin Cang glanced at him calmly, the knife in his hand still whittling away at the wood. His tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "In life, one can either be tougher than fate or more ruthless than heart. Which one do you choose?"

Xiaohu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a low voice: "More cruel than you."

The smile on Qin Cang's lips grew even colder.

"Then learn from it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and inserted the cut branches into the mud one by one, forming a small circle of simple fence half a person's height.

The outside of the fence was covered with spikes, but the inside was empty, like a living trap.

Qin Cang stood up, took two steps back, squinted his eyes and looked around, with a hint of sneer on his lips.

"Just wait... If Liu San really dares to come tonight, we'll let him know who the real wolf is."

The night grew darker, and the wind in the woods made the branches rustle, like countless hands stirring in the dark.

Xiaohu huddled against the fence, holding his gun tightly, his heart beating like a drum.

Qin Cang leaned against the tree trunk with his eyes half closed. He took out a half-smoked cigarette from his arms and put it in his mouth. His fingers gently stroked the lighter, but he never lit it.

The night was as deep as a well, and all around was dead silent, with only the sound of the wind whimpering softly in the woods.

Xiao Hu swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, "Brother Qin...will he really come?"

Qin Cang closed his eyes, a cigarette between his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "It would be strange if he didn't come."

Xiaohu's heartbeat quickened again, and he stared at the darkness outside the fence.

Tonight... I'm afraid there will really be bloodshed.

Time passed little by little, the night grew darker and darker, even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped.

The forest was deathly silent, as if countless pairs of invisible eyes were hiding there, staring at them silently in the dark.

Qin Cang leaned against the tree trunk, his eyes half-closed, his expression as serene as water, as if the oppressive night couldn't penetrate his heart at all. The wind whispered softly through the forest, carrying a damp, chilly smell, as if something was hiding in the darkness, poised to burst out and bite at any moment.

The half-smoked cigarette in his mouth had long been flattened by his lips and teeth, and his fingertips were still slowly stroking the cold metal shell of the lighter. It didn't light up, but each stroke made his mind tense.

Xiaohu squatted by the fence, holding a gun, his eyes constantly scanning the darkness, his shoulders trembling slightly, and the sweat on his forehead had already soaked the hair at his temples, sticking to his skin.

"Brother Qin..." Xiao Hu couldn't help but lower his voice, his voice was hoarse, revealing a hint of anxiety that could not be concealed, "If we wait any longer...what if Liu San really touches me?"

Qin Cang slowly opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes like a knife, and he glanced at him seriously.

"The longer I wait, the more anxious I become." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. "Only those who are anxious will reveal their flaws."

Xiaohu's throat moved, and the fire in his heart was suppressed tightly. The restlessness in his chest was like a wolf tied with chains, violently hitting his bones.

Who is the panicking person...?

He could see that Qin Cang appeared calm on the surface, but the cold light between his brows was growing stronger and stronger. Every time he cut branches or arranged fences, Qin Cang's hands were as fast as the wind, and the cruelty hidden in his sleeves seeped through his fingertips, making people breathless.

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky. The gray night was extremely low, like the mouth of a beast covered by dark clouds, and no light could penetrate.

He knew that Liu San must be in the darkness, staring at them from a distance, waiting for them to collapse, waiting for the most appropriate moment to strike.

But he would have to wait.

A wolf that truly wants to survive won't rush to rip out someone's throat.