Weird, my gaming life

With a thought, Lin Yuan concealed himself behind a giant rock, activated the Turtle Breathing Technique, and quietly crept over.

As he got closer, he could see the scene beside the firelight.

Seven or eight burly men, dressed in rags, were gathered around a bonfire, eating meat heartily and laughing loudly.

Several boxes were scattered around them, clearly the ill-gotten gains from looting.

They were a gang of bandits.

Lin Yuan had no intention of alerting them and was about to take a detour when one of the bandits got up and started unbuckling his belt as he walked, heading right towards the direction where Lin Yuan was hiding.

The bandit muttered to himself, "Damn, this deal was lucrative, but that little wench was too fierce. What a waste of her figure..."

As he walked, he suddenly stopped, his cloudy eyes fixed on the shadow of the rock where Lin Yuan was hiding.

"Who's there?"

A sharp shout silenced all the commotion. The remaining bandits grabbed their weapons, stood up abruptly, and all turned to look at them.

Lin Yuan did not move.

"come out!"

The bandit leader, a one-eyed man, strode over with a sinister grin, carrying a large, ring-pommel sword. "Stop playing tricks, we've seen you all along!"

Seeing no movement from the shadows, the one-eyed man lost his patience.

"Get the hell out here, or I'll chop you in two!"

Lin Yuan reluctantly stepped out of the shadows. At this moment, he fully understood how bad the Chinese people's inherent habit of enjoying watching a spectacle was.

When the bandits saw that it was a small, six- or seven-year-old child who came out, they were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I thought he was some tough nut to crack, turns out he's just a lost little brat!"

"This little boy has such delicate skin and looks like a young master from a wealthy family. He might fetch some money if sold to Blackrock City."

The bandit who first spotted him walked forward with a lewd grin and reached out to grab Lin Yuan's collar.

"Little brat, come with me, I guarantee you'll live the high life..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Yuan, however, made a move.

There was no warning whatsoever.

His figure left an afterimage in place, and the bandit only felt a blur before his eyes, when a small hand was already imprinted on his chest.

A seemingly light and effortless palm strike contains terrifying power.

"Snap!"

The lewd smile on the bandit's face froze instantly, and his chest caved in with a visible arc.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashed into the mountain wall seven or eight meters away, slid down, and fell silent.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The expressions on all the bandits' faces froze, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats.

"That little brat's got some skills!"

"He's a tough one! Let's all attack together and kill him!"

One-Eyed Dragon was the first to react. A hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but more so, his ferocity was aroused.

He roared and brandished his ring-pommel sword, charging forward first.

The remaining bandits also joined in the commotion, surrounding Lin Yuan from all sides.

Lin Yuan's eyes were calm as still water. He was just passing by, so why did these people have to cause him trouble?

Why not just pretend you didn't see it?

Lin Yuan sighed inwardly.

What followed was a bloodbath with no suspense whatsoever.

He brought the "Divine Swiftness Tiger Step" technique to its fullest potential. His figure weaved through the encirclement of several bandits, like a wisp of smoke that could not be grasped.

Each dodge perfectly avoided the sharpest blade.

Every move he made was simple and direct, almost always one punch to kill.

Soon, all the bandits who had surrounded him were lying dead around him.

The one-eyed man looked at himself, all alone, his eyes bloodshot with rage. He finally realized what a terrifying being they had provoked.

This is no little brat at all; he's clearly a killing god disguised as a child!

Fear completely overwhelmed the ferocity.

"What...what exactly are you?!"

The one-eyed man stood stiffly, his only eye meeting Lin Yuan's gaze, feeling a chill spread throughout his body.

He turned around and tried to run away.

Unfortunately, Lin Yuan had no intention of letting him live.

Almost the instant he made a move, a blood-stained fist emerged from his chest.

"Well……"

The last glimmer of light in the one-eyed man's eyes vanished quickly, and his tall body crashed to the ground.

Lin Yuan slowly withdrew his fist and shook the blood off his hands. He glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, his expression unchanged.

They're nothing more than a bunch of wild monsters. In his previous life, Lin Yuan loved exploring maps and hunting in the wild whenever he had free time.

Because there's not much of anything in the vast martial arts world except for bandits, and killing a stronghold will yield a lot of gold coins.

Lin Yuan quickly walked to the campfire, glanced at the scattered goods, and then quickly looked away.

These goods were beyond the capabilities of a six-year-old child, but he quickly set his sights on the one-eyed man's bulging chest.

Alright, now I have the money for the trip!

Lin Yuan was now so poor that all he had left was his martial arts skills. With a trembling hand and an excited heart, Lin Yuan quickly placed his small hand into the one-eyed man's chest, which was filled with surprise and delight.

He felt it, squeezed it, and it wasn't bad! A big bag of silver; judging by his feel, if he wasn't mistaken, it was at least a hundred taels—a real windfall!

Then, a rough parchment scroll appeared in Lin Yuan's hand.

Lin Yuan unfolded it and saw that it was a simple map.

The map depicts the nearby mountains and rivers in black charcoal, with several water sources marked in some places.

In the northeast corner of the map, there is a town enclosed by a wall.

Beside the town, three words were written in crooked handwriting: Blackrock City.

Lin Yuan put the sheepskin map into his pocket. This thing was very useful to him now, since he didn't have a built-in navigation system.

After touching each of the other robbers' corpses to confirm that there was no remaining silver or other items that could be taken away, he...

Lin Yuan was satisfied and ready to leave, but suddenly his ears twitched slightly.

A faint, suppressed sob, accompanied by the sound of the wind and the crackling of the campfire, reached his ears.

Lin Yuan quickly and accurately located the source of the sound: behind a large, half-open wooden box on the cart where the bandits were storing their loot.

Lin Yuan's figure slid past silently and went around to the back of the wooden box.

He saw a girl whose hands and feet were bound, whose mouth was stuffed with rags, and who was curled up on a cold wooden board.

The once magnificent palace dress she wore was now tattered and covered in mud and grass, revealing several scratches on her fair skin.

Even in such a disheveled state, her tightly pursed lips and her eyes, which still held a hint of stubbornness amidst her fear, still exuded an innate nobility.

At the same time, the girl also saw Lin Yuan.

When a six-year-old child, covered in blood and with a calm yet terrifying gaze, emerged from the darkness, there was no hint of surprise or joy at impending rescue in her eyes.

Instead, the fear in my heart reached its peak.

This made her tremble even more than when she was facing the bandits.

Lin Yuan ignored her fear. He walked up to the girl, squatted down, and pulled out a dagger he had taken from a bandit's waist.

The girl's body trembled violently, and she instinctively closed her eyes, a tear sliding down her cheek.

The cold blade sliced ​​through, but instead of severing her throat, it cut the thick hemp rope binding her hands and feet with it.

The girl opened her eyes in surprise, watching as Lin Yuan, expressionless, ripped the rag out of her mouth, then walked to the campfire on his own, rummaged through a bandit's pack and pulled out a relatively clean piece of dry rations and a water bag, which he then threw in front of her.

"Eat."

The boy's voice was childish, not exactly gentle, but not cold either, and there was a shadow on the ground, indicating that he was alive.

The girl stared blankly at the food on the ground, then at the small figure covered in blood. After a long while, she picked up the dry food with trembling hands and took a big bite.

Overwhelmed with a sense of relief after surviving a disaster, she swallowed her food ravenously, as if trying to swallow all her grievances and fears.

Lin Yuan ignored her. He spread the map out again in the firelight and carefully studied the route to Blackrock City.

He quickly found his exact direction, which prevented him from getting lost in the desolate wilderness.