This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 339 Accident
The sun rose quickly.

However, the ancient trees in the mountains are towering and lush, blocking out the sun. Walking among them is dark and gloomy, and you can't see any sunlight at all.

The thick layer of fallen leaves piled on the ground emitted a putrid smell.

Occasionally, you'll see some enormous skeletons lying alone on the road or buried in the ground, with only a white section peeking out from the decaying leaves.

Some of the skeletons are enormous, resembling ancient dragon bones.

Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you clearly feel the terrifying sense of oppression that comes at you.

They encountered many monsters along the way.

However, upon sensing the presence of this group, they immediately fled, instead of foolishly rushing forward to their deaths.

The deeper one goes into Cangyun Mountain, the stronger the monsters become, and naturally, the higher their intelligence.

Some rely on their own strength, some on the strength of their tribe, and some on the terrain or environment. Through survival of the fittest, each one that survives here is not to be underestimated.

The group did not stop.

It took another day and night to finally climb the second ridge.

They traveled continuously for two days and two nights, day and night, crossing mountains and valleys, with only a short rest of two hours during that time.

At this point, everyone was starting to feel overwhelmed.

As they climbed the second ridge and watched the fiery red sun rise from the horizon, the mentally challenged monk wiped the glistening sweat from his bald head with his sleeve and couldn't help but say, "We've been walking for two days and two nights. If we don't get some sleep and recharge, we might not have the strength to face any monsters later."

Song Erlang, also fanning himself with a folding fan and covered in sweat, said, "Yes, Captain, let's take a rest."

The others also chimed in, saying they wanted to get some sleep.

Even just two hours of sleep would be fine.

However, Wang Qiangzhuang, with his hair in pigtails and his forehead covered in sweat, did not stop and continued walking forward, his young face serious: "Keep going, Wild Donkey Valley is just down the mountain."

"Down the mountain? Such a high mountain, it'll take at least another day to walk..."

The mentally challenged monk plopped down on the ground, then lay down, panting heavily, and said, "I'm not walking anymore, my legs will fall off if I walk any further. I'll just lie down for a while, just for a while."

As he spoke, he took out pieces of meat and water and began to wolf them down.

Wang Qiangzhuang immediately shouted, "Get up! You can't lie here, and you can't eat anything!"

The mentally challenged monk gulped down his food while complaining, "Even oxen and horses need a rest after walking for two days and two nights straight, let alone us who are not oxen or horses."

"team leader……"

Yang Yan was about to offer some advice when he suddenly saw Master Wen Song, who was next to the mentally challenged monk, leap up from the ground with a whoosh and shout, "Watch out!"

"puff!"

Before the mentally challenged monk lying on the ground could react, a sharp knife suddenly emerged from the ground and pierced through his chest in an instant!
at the same time!

Wang Qiangzhuang had already rushed over, kicking the mentally challenged monk away with a "bang," then grabbed the bloodstained dagger and pulled it upwards with a sudden thrust.

"Wow!"

The dirt is flying!

She pulled a giant black rat, the size of a calf, from the ground.

The giant rat had sharp, thorn-like fur all over its body, two thick fangs at the corners of its mouth, a sharp bone knife on its head, and a pair of small, scarlet eyes. It looked ferocious and savage.

The sharp knife that just pierced through the mentally challenged monk from the ground was the same bone knife on its head!

This rat is called the Submarine Rat. Its fur is as hard as iron, especially the bone on its head, which is exceptionally sharp. It moves extremely fast underground and can cut its prey or enemy in half in an instant.

If Wang Qiangzhuang hadn't reacted quickly and kicked the mentally challenged monk away, the monk would probably have been disemboweled and his body cut in two!
"It's an underground rat!"

Song Erlang, who was standing nearby, also recognized the rat. His expression changed, and he hurriedly jumped up a tree, saying, "These rats usually appear in a nest, everyone be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of bone knives suddenly appeared on the ground, surrounding the crowd from all directions.

The first subway rat that Wang Qiangqiang pulled out was about to burrow into the ground when Lu Jianchen, a disciple of the Wanjian Sect, swiftly beheaded it with a single sword stroke.

Amidst the splattering blood, the iron rat's head still managed to burrow quickly into the ground, leaving only its headless corpse, still spewing blood, on the surface.

Everyone's expression changed, and they hurriedly jumped up and onto the tree.

After being kicked away by Wang Qiangzhuang, the mentally challenged monk fell to the back of the group, where he was caught by Yang Yan and Luo Zijun. The two of them grabbed him and jumped onto the nearest big tree.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

The ground churned and dozens of bone knives moved swiftly across the earth, splitting soil and rocks with incredible speed, as if plowing the land, instantly carving countless cracks into the ground.

The headless corpse lying on the ground was cut into pieces in the blink of an eye.

The people watching from the tree were secretly alarmed.

Yang Yan took out the medicine, applied it to the mentally challenged monk's chest, and quickly bandaged the wound.

The mentally challenged monk quickly took out a hemostatic pill and swallowed it. Once the gushing blood from the wound was stopped, he looked at the ground and cursed, "Damn it, these beasts are so despicable! They almost gave me a heart attack!"

The iron rat's bone knife was just a hair's breadth away from piercing his heart.

Fortunately, he was slightly off-center, otherwise he would be meeting the King of Hell by now.

"Captain, what should I do?"

Holding his sword, Lu Jianchen stood majestically on a tree branch, his eyes fixed on the rapidly moving bone knife below, looking eager to try it out.

Wang Qiangzhuang made a quick decision: "Liu Sisi, go down and lure them out, then we'll kill them quickly."

Liu Sisi was taken aback: "Captain, why me? So many strong men, and I'm just a weak woman..."

"Naturally, you are the fastest."

Song Erlang chuckled from the side, still leisurely fanning himself with his folding fan, then looked down and said, "These escaping iron rats must be dealt with quickly. Although there's only one nest now, if this commotion drags on too long, it might attract even more." Liu Sisi didn't say anything more, and with a light leap, her pink skirt fluttered as she floated down.

"Tsk tsk..."

Song Erlang said with a face full of regret: "It's a pity I wasn't down there... This Miss Liu's waist is truly as slender as her name suggests, like a willow branch."

As soon as Liu Sisi landed, the bone knives that had been moving rapidly on the ground immediately formed a circle and quickly closed in on her.

When the encirclement of dozens of bone knives shrank to two meters, Wang Qiangzhuang's figure flashed and he leaped down, silently wielding a two-meter-tall golden giant axe.

The slender figure, gripping a massive axe in both hands, landed with a resounding crash, slamming heavily onto the ground in the center of the encirclement, nearly hitting Liu Sisi.

A muffled thud, like thunder, shook the ground violently.

The ancient trees around them trembled, and Liu Sisi's slender and delicate body was directly thrown into the air. The dozens of underground iron rats hiding underground were also thrown out of the ground with a "whoosh".

Amidst the flying dirt, the calf-sized, black-clad iron rats swarmed into the air, their sharp claws slashing, their faces filled with terror.

Right now!

Lu Jianchen raised his sword and leaped down.

Lu Yao, sword in both hands, her long hair flowing, her brows furrowed with murderous intent, followed closely behind.

Meng Yang, the iron-clad warrior of the Emperor's Courtyard, and Song Erlang, holding a folding fan, also jumped down from another large tree.

"Brother Hua, help the mentally challenged master!"

Yang Yan gave an order, drew a broadsword, and jumped down.

On a nearby tree, a red shadow flashed, a ponytail swayed, and Xu Ziyin held a red-tasseled spear, her pretty face tense, her red dress fluttering as it fell.

The master and disciples of Jinlong Temple, who were on the tree on the other side, also jumped down.

In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced, cold light shone deep, blood splattered and flesh flew everywhere. Those iron rats that had been blasted into the air and had not yet fallen were all killed, letting out sharp screams.

"Shh!"

Wang Qiangzhuang, who had sent the swarm of rats flying with a single axe blow, swung his golden axe again, cleaving heavily into a crack in the ground in front of him.

A scream.

A larger iron rat suddenly leaped from the ground beside them, its body splitting in two, bloodied and falling to the ground.

Wang Qiangzhuang then swung his golden axe backhand, cleaving an iron rat that was falling to the ground behind him in two.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of subway rats were slaughtered, their flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

The group landed on the ground, weapons in hand, and began searching around.

At this moment, Lu Yao, who was standing under a big tree, suddenly plunged her sword into the trunk of the tree next to her. With a "squeak", a small iron rat was pierced through the body by her sword and pulled out of the tree trunk.

Just as she was about to brandish her sword and cleave the iron rat in two, the mentally challenged monk in the tree immediately shouted, "Miss Lu, let this one be done by this humble monk!"

Having said that, he disregarded his chest injury and jumped down from the tree.

Lu Yao glanced at him, and with a slight flick of her sword, the elusive iron rat impaled on the tip of the sword fell to the ground.

"squeak--"

As soon as the subway rat landed, it tried to burrow into a crack in the ground next to it, but the mentally challenged monk, who was prepared, stomped hard on its back with a "bang," breaking its spine.

The escaped iron rat twisted its head in pain, letting out a shrill scream.

The mentally challenged monk raised his foot and slammed it down hard, smashing its hard body to pieces, leaving it like a lump of mud stuck to the ground.

However, its head continued to twist stubbornly, and it emitted even more shrill screams.

"Amitabha... You beast! Let's see if you're still so arrogant!"

Although the mentally challenged monk had avenged his great enemy, he was still filled with hatred, his face contorted with rage.

Blood stained his monk's robe on his chest and back, and the bloody wound on his back was still clearly visible. He was just a hair's breadth away from serving Buddha.

Pain made him angry, and death made him fearful.

When anger and fear intertwine, that is irrational rage.

Song Erlang, standing to the side, chuckled while fanning himself with a folding fan, "Master of Idiots, be careful it doesn't bury its head in the ground again. Let's kill it and leave quickly."

The others searched the surrounding area again and, seeing that the enemies had been killed, were relieved.

By this time, the sun had already risen high in the sky.

The ground was a bloody mess, covered in the blood and corpses of iron rats.

A strong, pungent smell of blood permeated the forest.

Wang Qiangzhuang put away his two-meter-tall golden giant axe and said with a serious expression, "Let's go."

The mentally challenged monk then cursed angrily and stomped hard on the iron rat's head. With a "crack," the iron rat's head was crushed to pieces.

"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said..."

He clasped his hands together, his face still contorted with rage and hatred, and blood dripped from his feet.

"puff!"

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the bone knife on the Iron Rat's head suddenly pierced into the sole of his foot, penetrating his entire foot!
The mentally challenged monk's expression changed. Before he could react, the bone knife suddenly moved upwards with a "whoosh," as fast as lightning!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the mentally challenged monk's leg, his entire body, his neck, and his head were split in two!
He opened his eyes wide, maintaining an odd posture as if preparing to jump.

Then, with a "plop," blood gushed out, his body split open, and half of his body fell to the side.

The other half of his body, gushing blood, remained frozen in place.

(End of this chapter)