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Chapter 392 Jumping off the train
Upon hearing those words, Zhou You's face immediately turned ashen, as if he had eaten shit.

His memory isn't exceptional, but he wouldn't forget a voice he'd heard just a few days ago.

—Damn it, Yu Sanzhi, are you like a piece of chewing gum? You're everywhere!

Zhou You grasped Wan Ren and raised his head—the great shaman's upper body had straightened up again, and behind him, as the skin writhed, a distorted face slowly emerged.

He originally intended to cleanly and decisively kill the guy, but Feng Qianlin seemed to have thought of something, reached out to stop him, and then slowly asked.

"Chief Yu, what brings you here at this hour?"

The face on the back twitched its lips—or rather, something resembling a mouth—and then sneered.

"It's nothing much. I just sensed that this guy was dead, so I came to check if Master Feng was alright."

After saying that, he looked at the tattered insect body again and sighed.

"What a pity. I spent a lot of money hiring this guy. I gave away countless 'personnel' that I myself wouldn't even use. Who would have thought this guy would be so useless, not even lasting half a day? Sigh."

Feng Qianlin frowned more and more as he looked at Yu Sanzhi, who was putting on an act.

After a while, he took a few steps forward, subtly hiding Chen Xun behind him, and then spoke.

"Thank you for your concern, Chief Yu. Although I have faced many risks, I am still in good health. But Chief Yu, you are probably in a bit of trouble now, aren't you?"

Feng Qianlin tilted his head back and gestured to the piles of corpses around him.

"Broadly committing such a heinous crime, especially on a train like this, once the orders from both the righteous and the evil forces are issued, your position as the 'King of the North' may become quite precarious."

However, the man seemed completely unconcerned by this sarcastic and pointed mockery.

"You don't need to worry about that, Master Feng. With the wealth I've accumulated over the years, it shouldn't be a problem to hold him off for ten days or half a month."

Feng Qianlin scoffed at this.

"And after that, where can you run to?"

"well said!"

At this point, Yu Sanzhi suddenly burst into laughter, patting the insect's body with the great shaman's hand—as blood splattered, his laughter grew even more hearty.

"It's very simple—Master Feng, guess why I approached your family to do smuggling business in the first place?"

Feng Qianlin suddenly fell silent, but his eyes had turned icy cold.

As for Zhou You, he didn't say anything, but suddenly started twitching his nose, as if he had smelled something.

And so, amidst this flowing pool of blood, only Yu Sanzhi's laughter remained.

"For money? Sure, money is a good thing, and smuggling is notoriously profitable. But that's only part of it; to get on good terms with your Feng family? Okay, you are indeed incredibly wealthy, but the person in charge is your brother, not you, and no matter how rich he is, he's just a businessman. So my real purpose is actually..."

At this moment, Feng Qianlin suddenly interrupted coldly.

"I see now, you're trying to use my family to get close to those foreigners, aren't you?"

The laughter suddenly stopped. Yu Sanzhi looked at the middle-aged man covered in blood in front of him, and then suddenly smiled.

"As expected of Master Feng, he is truly clever. That's right, I have only one purpose for smuggling."

"—That is to find a way out for myself."

Feng Qianlin shook his head and said.

"...Fleeing abroad? That's a good idea, but aren't you afraid that by abandoning your foundation, the backlash from your cultivation technique will make you wish you were dead?"

Yu San pointed to the back of the great shaman's hand, spread his hand out at an angle that was impossible for an ordinary person to achieve, and then laughed.

"Indeed, as long as I have these skills, I can't leave this place—but the question is, why should I stay?"

He pointed to himself with his broken, blood-covered fingers.

"Nowadays, not only the Han people, but even the methods of those foreign devils have been corrupted. All practitioners in the world are cursed, and they can't even break their vows. Many people think this is beyond the reach of ordinary people and is an opportunity to become an immortal. But to be honest, I, Yu Sanzhi, don't think so. In fact, back when my master was still alive, I already hated this power. Now, with the treasure given to me by the Qing court, I can easily discard all my skills and use the wealth I've accumulated over the years to go abroad and enjoy a happy life."

At this point, Yu Sanzhi actually bent his back and performed a crooked gentleman's bow in the opposite posture.

"Master Feng, you refused the title back then, which even became a legend for a time—but I don't have such noble sentiments. For this title, I have already donated most of my property to that 'Emperor' of England."

“From now on, you may call me Sir Vincent, Master Feng. Of course, whether you will have a future is another matter.”

Feng Qianlin had just opened his mouth to say something when Zhou You, who was standing nearby, recognized the scent and his expression suddenly changed.

"Brother Feng, now is not the time for you to pry, this guy—"

However, before he could finish speaking, Yu Sanzhi smiled and stretched his face.

"To be honest, I really don't know why you, Second Master Feng, are so determined to go to that ghost market—you could have easily taken a boat back in Tonggang, and no one could have done anything to you then. But frankly, it has nothing to do with me. If you manage to survive here, Second Master, I'll ask you when we meet again."

At the same time, several blood vessels supporting the pile of corpses slowly slid down, and as the corpses collapsed, what lay beneath was revealed.

—That's explosives.

Hidden beneath the smells of blood and coal ash were explosives powerful enough to send them flying!

Feng Qianlin's expression also changed drastically—but at this moment, the pile of explosives had obviously been ignited, and in just twenty seconds or so, the front of the car and everything else would be reduced to ashes!

Zhou You cursed under his breath.

Damn, this guy had this trick up his sleeve!
He gritted his teeth and quickly ran through several options in his mind.

Extinguish it? No, it looks like there's more than one fuse.

Should we retreat to the back carriages? No, the bodies are blocking the doorway, and there's not enough time.

Then
In a flash, Zhou You made his decision.

He first took a deep breath, circulated his energy to its maximum, lifted Chen Xun's heavy body, and then said something to Feng Qianlin.

"Brother Feng, please be prepared."

"What."

Before he could even respond, Zhou You kicked him in the rear, sending him flying out of the car window!

Then, using the momentum, he too leaped out!

Outside the car window, blue sky and white clouds.

The train was traveling on a winding mountain road. Although it wasn't a bottomless abyss below, falling from a height of tens of meters would definitely kill Zhou You, let alone Feng Qianlin, who was just an ordinary person, and the seriously injured Chen Xun!

However, Feng Qianlin did not scream or curse. He remained in mid-air, experiencing an unprecedented feeling of weightlessness. His face turned pale, but he still stared blankly at Zhou You.

Zhou You did not disappoint this trust.

Among the talismans he had learned, there was nothing as useful as stepping into the air, but he did have a few things that could generate wind—several yellow talismans burned, and a gust of wind rose from the ground, slowing their descent.

Of course, this amount of wind can only slow them down a bit; it's far from creating a parachute that will allow them to land safely. But blowing them at a slightly off-center angle is enough.

Even from this angle, it was enough to move their landing point away from the jagged cliffs and into a forest.

The dry branches became the best resistance, and Zhou You didn't know how many he broke. Just as he was about to reach the ground, he threw out three more paper figures.

Using this as a fulcrum, they finally released the last bit of force, and the group fell onto the thick snow.

Seconds later, a loud explosion rang out behind us!
The fierce wind made the branches rustle, and all that could be seen was a rain of iron blocks mixed with corpses and fire falling to the ground.

Fortunately, Zhou You and his group landed in a fairly good spot. Apart from a few arms that accidentally hit them, they weren't hit by any other flying objects.

Looking up, the carriage I had just been in had turned into a giant fireball.

Zhou You wiped the snow off his face, then pulled Chen Xun up from beside him. He checked Chen Xun's breathing to make sure he wasn't dead before staggering a few steps and pulling Feng Qianlin out of the snow.

The middle-aged gentleman was also quite frightened, but he still looked at the raging train, forced a smile, and put on his pale face as if he had survived a disaster.

"When I was studying abroad, I heard about an island where people rite of passage by jumping off a high place. I never imagined I'd experience something like that at my age."

He can still joke around; he doesn't look badly damaged.

Zhou You took off the Wine Immortal Gourd, tossed it to Feng Qianlin, watched him pull out the cork and take a few sips, and then said.

"We're out of danger for now. So, what's next? Should we continue towards Chang Gung?"

Unexpectedly, Feng Qianlin shook his head, glanced at Chen Xun who was still unconscious, and said.

“Going to Chang Geng was before Yu Sanzhi said he had to break off relations. Now that he has no scruples, not only will he not be able to hire a car, but he will probably also implicate more people.”

"Then tell me which way to go?"

Feng Qianlin pondered for a while, and then spoke.

"Let's take a detour."

"what?"

"Going directly to the ghost market is definitely out of the question. Even if Yu Sanzhi were an idiot, he would know to set up a trap along the way, so I need to take a detour."

"Brother Feng."

"what happened?"

Zhou You suddenly spoke, and said seriously.

"Is it worth it?"

Feng Qianlin was stunned for a moment, then he understood what he meant.

"I think it's worth it to save this country—and my journey here is part of the plan, the most crucial part. Of course."

The disheveled middle-aged man looked at Zhou You and suddenly smiled bitterly.

“Brother Zhou, you’ve finished all the work. The guard duties these past few days have more than covered your pay—even exceeded it. The situation has indeed exceeded my expectations. Let’s split up now. I’ll continue on the detour and try to find some more skilled men among my fellow revolutionaries. Brother Zhou, please do me one last favor: take Master Chen to Jing’an Temple in Beian. People from their Ku Chan Temple are giving a sermon there. Once you hand him over to them, our contract will be finalized.”

However, Zhou You simply sighed.

"Brother Feng, I think I've told you before that I'm a very trustworthy person, haven't I?"

"I think I did say that, what happened?"

"What did I agree on with you back then?"

"Take me to the ghost market. But given the current situation..."

Zhou You took the wine jug, poured himself a swig, shook his head, stepped through the snow, hoisted Chen Xun onto his back, and walked ahead.

"Since we agreed to take you to the Ghost Market, we can't go back on our word. Alright, time is of the essence, let's get going."

However, Feng Qianlin did not follow.

He stood there stiffly, and suddenly asked a question.

"why?"

Like him, Zhou You also understood what it meant. He didn't turn around, only laughter came from behind him.

"It's nothing, it's probably because I think you look extremely similar to some other people."

Beijing.

Forbidden City.

For many years, few voices have been heard in this palace. Although the central administrative institutions of the Qing Dynasty still exist, all offices have been moved out due to the Empress Dowager's decree. In recent years, few people have entered the palace, and even fewer have left. Gradually, rumors have even spread throughout the capital that this place has become a ghost town.

Of course, in some respects, they are right.

A crow fluttered down, skimming over the vermilion palace walls and the dilapidated bronze gate, finally landing in a patch of snow.

Its food for the day was lying there.

It gently pecked at it with its beak, and the hardness made it unhappy—it seemed it had arrived late, and the thing had already frozen solid.

But this didn't stop it. It flapped its wings a few times, found a relatively soft spot, and then lowered its beak.

In just a few nibbles, it snatched out something sticky and soft, and then it slid into its mouth.

That's its favorite part.

—A human eye.

Its meal today is a corpse—or rather, its daily meals are almost entirely corpses.

Every single day, corpses would be thrown out of the palace walls—sometimes a few, sometimes dozens—but they all shared the same characteristic.

That means being tortured to the point of being bloodied and mangled, with limbs missing, or even no longer recognizable as human.

However, this has nothing to do with the crow; all it needs is to have a good meal before the people who collect the corpses arrive.

However, for some reason, today's meal did not go very smoothly.

Just as it swallowed the eye, it suddenly stopped, tilted its head as if it had heard something, and then frantically flapped its wings and flew to the side.

A few seconds later, a black boot stepped on the ground, trampling over the stiff corpse without hesitation.

Looking again, there was only a pale, cold face, exactly like the corpse.

—This is a eunuch.

Or rather, he was transformed into a living prop, the only eunuch in the Forbidden City who was allowed to move freely within its walls.

(End of this chapter)