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

Chapter 531 I saw it with my own eyes!

"Wait another half hour." Qin Cang spoke slowly in a low voice, "Wait until the moon comes out."

Xiaohu was stunned for a moment, looked up at the dark night, and frowned tightly.

"Why wait for the moon? Shouldn't we leave in the dark?"

A sneer appeared on Qin Cang's lips, and his eyes were as deep as a pool.

"The darker it is, the easier it is for people to take action," he said in a low voice. "When the light comes on...then their hearts will become confused."

Xiaohu's eyelids twitched suddenly and he understood.

In absolute darkness, no one dared to act rashly, fearing to alert the prey. But once the sky slightly brightened, that moment when darkness and light intersected, was the moment when the hunter was most likely to bare his fangs.

If Liu San really intended to take action, he would definitely take advantage of the dawn and come over to kill him.

Qin Cang is waiting...waiting for Liu San to come to him himself.

The wind in the woods was cool and damp, and felt like ice on my face.

Xiaohu swallowed his saliva, and the anger in his heart was blown away little by little by the chill, and replaced by an increasingly tense feeling.

Qin Cang closed his eyes, leaned against the tree trunk, tilted his ear slightly, listened to the sound of wind blowing through the branches and leaves, and slowly stroked the lighter with his fingers.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a sound that does not belong to the wind.

Waiting for the moment when the hunter reveals his claws.

The night was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the surroundings were eerily silent. Even the chirping of insects seemed to be swallowed up by the night wind. Only occasionally one or two fallen leaves were blown by the wind, rubbing across the mud, making a very slight rustling sound.

Xiaohu held his breath, his palms were full of sweat, his fingertips rubbed the gun unconsciously, and his eyes were wide open, afraid of missing any movement.

Time passed by little by little, and the air in the forest was as solid as stagnant water.

suddenly--

A very light sound of a branch breaking came from the bushes not far away.

"Click."

The sound was very light, but in the dead of night, it was like a needle that pierced the tense atmosphere.

Xiaohu's eyes suddenly widened, his fingertips subconsciously pressed the trigger, his heartbeat almost instantly rose to his throat, and his whole body froze in place, not daring to even breathe.

Qin Cang didn't even raise his eyelids, still leaning against the tree trunk, slowly exhaling a puff of white tobacco from his lips.

"Coming." He said in a low voice, as if he had expected it.

Xiaohu's heart was pounding wildly, his finger was tightly gripping the trigger, and all the hairs on his body stood up.

In the darkness, the branches of the bushes swayed slightly, and there seemed to be a vague human figure moving slowly, with very light footsteps, moving among the dead leaves like a snake.

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes, his gaze was cold, his fingers slowly touched the dagger at his waist, his heartbeat was as steady as before.

He waited.

Wait for that figure to come closer.

Xiaohu held his breath, his heart beat as fast as a drum, and his throat felt dry as if it was smoking.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, the shadows of the bushes were swaying slowly, and the vague outlines were gradually becoming clear. In the dim night light, one could vaguely see a hunched figure, hunched over, approaching the fence inch by inch.

Xiaohu's fingers were frozen on the trigger, and sweat dripped down his forehead and onto the muddy ground.

The cold light in Qin Cang's eyes became colder and colder, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The prey...finally couldn't bear it anymore.

The footsteps stopped less than five meters outside the fence.

The night wind blew by, bringing with it a very faint smell of sweat, mixed with the fishy smell of soil and dead leaves.

Qin Cang slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as cold as a knife.

"Why don't you get out of here?" His voice was low and hoarse, like a snake spitting out its tongue.

The figure in the bushes suddenly froze, his breathing became disordered, and he almost tripped on the dead leaves.

The air was deathly silent.

Qin Cang slowly sat up straight, tapped his legs lightly with the dagger in his hand twice, his eyes cold.

"If you don't get out of here...I'll bury myself in it."

The figure in the bushes trembled, and after a moment, the branches and leaves swayed slightly, slowly retreated, and disappeared into the night.

Xiaohu's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the figure completely disappeared. His chest heaved violently and he seemed to have been drained of all his strength.

"Damn... he... he really came over here!" Xiaohu lowered his voice, his teeth chattering.

Qin Cang raised his hand to brush off the cigarette ash, with a sneer on his lips.

"I don't dare to do it yet." He said calmly, but his eyes were as cold as ice. "But... it will be soon."

Xiaohu's heart tightened again. He swallowed and looked around into the darkness anxiously.

"Brother Qin...are we still waiting?"

Qin Cang slowly stood up, narrowed his eyes, and swept the darkness around him with a gloomy gaze.

"Wait till dawn."

His voice was low and cold, with a hint of gnashing teeth.

"I saw it with my own eyes! This guy sneaked out from behind the ammunition depot with something in his hand! I followed him all the way, but he refused to let me see it!" Liu San's voice was filled with accusation and even gritted teeth.

Xiao Hu was trapped there, his fists clenched, his eyes furious, yet he didn't know how to argue. His throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't speak for a long time. His chest heaved violently as he tried to calm the rage in his heart. His mind was in a tangle. He had indeed gone to the rear of the ammunition depot, but it wasn't like Liu San said. He hadn't taken anything at all!

The soldiers watching looked at each other in bewilderment, many already internally favoring Liu San. After all, Liu San was a veteran, known for his rigor and his deep respect for military discipline, while Xiao Hu was just a rookie from a poor family. Even if he tried hard, it would be difficult to convince everyone. Furthermore, the recent incident at the ammunition depot was a sensitive one, and no one dared to take it lightly.

Qin Cang listened to Liu San's accusations, his gaze fixed on Xiao Hu. Xiao Hu didn't immediately refute him, but stood there, seemingly holding back something. This made Qin Cang's heart sink slightly. Experience had taught him that those who had truly done something wrong would often subconsciously deny it, while those who had been truly wronged would be so angry that they couldn't speak immediately.

"What do you have to say?" Qin Cang finally spoke, his voice low and oppressive.

Xiaohu raised his head with stubbornness in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, his lips trembled, and finally said, "I didn't take anything." His voice was not loud, but extremely firm.

Liu San sneered and said without giving in, "You said you didn't take it? I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Did you see it?" Qin Cang's gaze shifted to Liu San. His tone was devoid of any obvious emotion, yet it sent a shiver through Liu San's heart. He subconsciously straightened up, still stiffening his neck as he spoke, "Of course! I was standing not far away. That kid thought no one saw him, but unfortunately, I caught him red-handed!"

Xiao Hu's eyes widened even more, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't take it!"

Qin Cang's eyes darkened slightly as he stared at Xiao Hu for a while. Then he looked up at the soldiers around him, his gaze sweeping across their faces one by one, finally landing on one of them. "You, go to the ammunition depot and see if there's anything suspicious."