booktalesy Chapter 39: He was killed, so be it.
Chapter 39: He was killed, so be it.
Before Li Qingshan even entered the city, his critical spirit had already faded.
For the first time, he hated how strong his five senses were.
too painful.
In his senses, the various strong body odors and smells of excrement and urine on the people coming and going constantly stimulated his sense of smell.
The fuzzy little faces of the kiwis were even less appealing.
The only interesting thing was the clothing and appearance of the passersby, which stirred up some memories of Li Qingshan's past life, giving him the illusion that he had traveled into a movie.
"No wonder no one wants the positions in the Propagation Hall. I wonder how Senior Sister Xu's previous partner managed to get sexually aroused by these barbarian women..."
Li Qingshan shook his head, actively suppressing his sense of sight and smell.
Ok?
Suppressing his senses, Li Qingshan suddenly understood.
When he looks at those barbarian women passing by now, it's as if they've been filtered and beautified.
Hey, you know what?
Perhaps it's because of the abundance of supplies.
These barbarian women all had striking features and voluptuous figures.
In addition, the variety of hair colors and the novelty brought by the pupils.
It's only natural to want to try something salty or bland.
That's probably how Xu's former partner got into trouble.
However, Li Qingshan's attention was quickly drawn to the revolvers on the waists and the pistols on the backs of the passersby.
Women, you know.
There's nothing as fun as a gun.
In his previous life, Li Qingshan experienced the era before gun control was implemented. After gun control was implemented, he also played with homemade shotguns. After that, he never had the chance again.
Once we get to the city, we can go to the gun shop and buy a couple of revolvers to play with.
...
As a new generation city.
The port city of Coney had no walls or other barriers, and soldiers on horseback patrolled the area, carrying guns.
After entering the city, there was no more of the excrement and urine that Li Qingshan found offensive.
The city's sewage system is very well done.
Li Qingshan took out the gold bars he had prepared in advance, went to the local bank, exchanged them for some local gold and silver coins, and then went to the gun shop.
When it's time to come out.
He now had two revolvers at his waist and a well-maintained rifle on his back, still smelling of gun oil.
"I wonder if I can withstand close-range gunfire..."
Li Qingshan touched the coldness at his waist and longed to find a place to test the gun.
The reason why guns, cannons, and industry were promoted by the Iron Legs Sect was mainly to suppress the development of local supernatural forces and, incidentally, to increase the efficiency of resource plundering.
They pose little threat to martial artists at the physical cultivation level.
Carrying a gun and wearing similar clothes, Li Qingshan quickly blended into the crowd, and no one would guess that he was a Guixu person.
The problem is language.
The common language and script here are the indigenous language and script. Very few people know the Guixu language. Only occasionally can you hear a sentence or two of Guixu language in the exquisite carriages that pass by.
These are basically people with some influence within the city.
Under the rule of the Iron Legs Sect, Guixu Language was the superior language, taught only in private aristocratic schools; ordinary people had nowhere to learn it.
Li Qingshan could clearly sense the increased respect from the people who had served him after he spoke.
It's not just language suppression, but also bloodline suppression.
Occasionally, one would pass by a group of clearly wealthy merchants, who all bore some mixed characteristics of Guixu and barbarians.
More than three hundred years of rule.
It can change a lot of things.
The only thing that hasn't changed is probably the arrogance of the Guixu people.
Before coming in.
Li Qingshan had never received any language training from the local people, so now that he's in the city, it's like he's in a completely unfamiliar foreign country.
He simply spent money to find a bookstore and asked the owner, who knew the local language, to teach him the local language on the spot.
In just half a day.
Thanks to his exceptional comprehension, Li Qingshan is now able to communicate in the indigenous language.
He bought several more thick and expensive books, and was preparing to find a place to read and familiarize himself with them.
The jade pendant on her chest vibrated.
Xu Caiwei's voice appeared in Li Qingshan's mind: "I'm about to begin."
Li Qingshan sensed his senior sister's location and understood.
My senior sister is about to take action.
Holding the packaged books, he asked the still-shocked bookstore owner in fluent Indigenous language, "Where's the best blacksmith shop around here?"
The boss couldn't understand why Li Qingshan, who clearly knew the prestigious Guixu language, would still use such an outdated language to communicate.
But he could understand the weight of the coins.
Feeling the silver coins in his pocket, the shopkeeper said warmly, "Honorable guest, please allow me to call a carriage for you to go to the blacksmith's shop..."
Li Qingshan nodded reservedly.
It feels really good to be a superior person.
...
outside the city.
A large number of soldiers, led by several tall, heavily armored knights and nobles, surrounded a manor.
Xu Caiwei sat languidly in the spacious carriage, glancing at the woman beside her who held a crystal, her long hair flowing freely, her eyes adorned with lace and satin: "Are you sure the rebels are all hiding here?"
The woman nodded and replied fluently in the Guixu language, "They're also found in the city, but there are the most here."
"Tracking technology..."
A hint of apprehension flashed in Xu Caiwei's eyes.
These barbarian shamans are mostly of average skill and their physical bodies are extremely fragile, but their methods are bizarre and often more effective than martial arts.
The goal has been set.
Hsu Tsai-wei stopped dawdling.
She rose, stepped out of the carriage, and addressed the group of knights guarding the area: "Kill them all!"
"Yes, sir!"
The leader, a blond man as strong as a bear, had a bloodthirsty look on his face.
He drew his heavy sword, weighing dozens of kilograms, from his back, gave a command, and led the charge into the fray.
The longsword cuts through the wind, its whistling sound deafening.
A chirping sound was heard.
A milky-white crescent-shaped sword aura slammed heavily against the manor's iron gate, splitting the thick door open and creating a passage.
The remaining cavalry and infantry followed behind, took out their rifles, and began the slaughter.
...
On the carriage.
The blindfolded witch, seeing Xu Caiwei sit back in the carriage, asked curiously, "My lord, these are just cannon fodder deliberately left behind by the rebel organization to vent our anger. Why did you come here personally?"
Hsu Tsai-wei smiled but did not reply.
Many tasks do not require the deployment of their black-robed law enforcement team.
The indigenous superhumans, trained over hundreds of years, along with the local armed forces, can help them deal with most of their troubles.
But in that case, they won't get any benefits either.
She had previously used magic stones to bribe the fellow disciple in charge of task distribution, not only to satisfy Li Qingshan's needs, but also to select a lucrative task.
You don't give me any benefits.
You never see a task that's easy to complete and also lucrative.
The fact that these rebels could occasionally resurrect themselves was also a tacit understanding between the Black Robe Enforcement Team and others, allowing them to maintain their own power.
Without these little guys.
How do they complete their monthly minimum targets?
It's impossible to actually risk your life.
These are all considerations.
Of course, Xu Caiwei was too lazy to explain the intricacies of the situation to the barbarian witch in front of her.
Accompanied by screams.
The manor ahead was quickly breached.
Some were unwilling to give up and wanted to break through the encirclement.
The weaker ones were shot dead.
The stronger ones charged out with their large shields, but were also cleaved into pieces by the leading knight's swords.
On the contrary, some of the armed slaves in the manor, relying on the terrain and their do-or-die mentality, inflicted some casualties on the army that charged in.
But ultimately it won't affect the overall situation.
That won't change the fact that they were destined to perish.
...
The sounds of killing soon ceased.
Under the coachman's control, Hsu Tsai-wei's luxurious carriage began to drive into the manor.
From every nook and cranny of the manor, the screams of many women could be heard.
After the soldiers had wiped out the resistance in the manor, they couldn't wait to vent their anger.
Nobody cares about these things.
Murder, arson, robbery, and theft of women are the most common things.
Numerous heads were severed and piled up in wooden crates.
All that's left is to take stock of the spoils.
The carriage stopped in front of the main building of the manor.
Outside, the respectful voice of the Grand Knight leader came: "My lord, we have captured them all."
Inside the carriage, Xu Caiwei slowly got up, walked to the curtain, and prepared to get off the train to enjoy the most delicious meal.
behind her.
The blindfolded witch's lips curled up.
Greedy people from Guixu!
The real show is just beginning.
next moment.
Xu Caiwei, who had just stepped out of the carriage, reappeared in front of the blindfolded witch like a ghost, her smooth hand instantly piercing through the witch's head.
She slowly withdrew her blood-stained fingers and wiped them on the other person's white robe.
Until this point.
A protective membrane, triggered passively, slowly appeared on the witch's body, which had fallen back to its original position and was still twitching slightly...
Hsu Tsai-wei found it amusing.
At the activation speed of this protective talisman, she could kill the opponent five or six more times.
She shook her head and couldn't help but sigh, "Cultivating the spirit but not the body—what a fragile power system..."
With a touch of curiosity.
Xu Caiwei casually crushed the protective shield and tore off the lace satin covering the other person's eyes.
Beneath the silk were a pair of wide, grayish-white pupils.
Her eyes are big and beautiful.
Paired with her fair and delicate face covered by fiery red long hair, and white silk short boots under her long robe, she exudes a delicate and youthful beauty.
"This shrine maiden is really beautiful. If that little lecherous junior brother Li saw her, he'd probably be unable to move..."
Xu Caiwei thought to herself subconsciously.
She was unaware of the blindfolded witch's plot.
That's why we took action.
It was simply a fleeting sense of malice from the other party.
Hsu Tsai-wei wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.
It doesn't matter.
They are nothing but barbarians.
Once killed, that's it.