From the Valkyrie to the Endless

"Short-sighted!"

The scarred man shouted in a low voice: "Aren't there enough mountain strongholds around here, big and small, that have been suddenly picked?"

Only rob money and food, not loot women, this was the first rule he made when he arrived here.

Most common people would tolerate the theft of money and food, and would just sigh secretly that they are unlucky, but if women are involved, it can easily lead to trouble.

It is even more impossible to eradicate the roots. If we kill everyone we meet, soon no one will dare to take this path.

In this case, not only will the imperial court not sit idly by, even those large strongholds with innate strongmen in charge will not let them go.

This cuts off the source of income.

Having one's wife and daughter taken away is a pain that is unbearable for ordinary people, and they will definitely try every means to retaliate.

He was not afraid of reporting to the authorities because the imperial court might not necessarily send troops to suppress the bandits. Even if it did, it would definitely be a large-scale expedition and small groups of bandits like theirs would have already fled.

What he was afraid of were those knights who walked around with a righteous air but happened to be short of money.

The four words "chivalrous and righteous" must be stained with blood.

Most of the people in the surrounding large villages that were suddenly attacked died as a result.

Seeing the embarrassment on the sturdy man's face, the scarred man sighed: "I can't hold it any longer, so I'll go to the city and find a prostitute."

"I only have a few dollars a month, barely enough to make ends meet. How can I have extra money? Wouldn't it be easier to rob two women and bring them up the mountain?"

The sturdy man muttered something, but before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed slightly, his ears moved slightly, his eyes swept towards the door, and he shouted: "Who is it?!"

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, lifted up the ironwood table weighing hundreds of pounds, and smashed it against the wooden door.

Bang!

The door of the wooden house exploded instantly, and dust mixed with sawdust flew everywhere.

呲——

The sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed exploded, and in the dust and smoke, there was like a muffled thunder, followed by a flash of bright knife light.

Chi-

The sturdy man's body stiffened, his head rolled down, and he was beheaded in an instant. The blood surging out due to the activation of his internal force rushed up more than half a foot and dyed the roof red.

The scarred man's expression changed drastically. He just summoned his internal strength, and before he could see who was coming, the sticky blade was already pressed against his neck.

"If you move an inch, I'll chop off your head."

A chilly whisper sounded in his ears, and he froze, glancing to the side.

There were two figures in the wooden house, one tall and one short, both women.

A dagger with a cold glow appeared at the throat of the man in white shirt next to him.

"Lady, we have no grudges in the past or in the present. If I have offended you, I hope you can show me the way..."

Before he could say anything, his jaw tightened and a pill was forced into his mouth.

A pain like a knife cutting through the throat, the burning sensation reaching the internal organs, and for a moment, my whole body was burning.

"What did you feed me?!"

The scarred man looked terrified, and because of the knife at his neck, he dared not move at all.

Shen Qing moved his sword away, wiped the blood off the blade on the scarred man's body, sheathed the sword, turned and walked towards the young man next to him.

Then, he also took out a pill and forced it into his throat.

"Just now I fed you two a heart-eating poison each. Now, if I think about it, you will suffer the pain of the poison eating your hearts and die suddenly."

Shen Qing looked calm and spoke softly.

"Southern Xinjiang witchcraft?!"

Upon hearing this, their expressions changed instantly and their faces turned pale as paper.

Everyone in Daxia knows about the horror of Southern Xinjiang's witchcraft, and the heart-eating poison is particularly famous. A fully-developed heart-eating poison can even kill a martial arts master!

"Boss, what happened?!"

There was a noise outside the wooden house, and the bandits who were not far away came over one after another.

Shen Qing didn't care. He took out a map from his arms and unfolded it, pointing to another den of thieves less than 20 miles away from here: "You two should gather your men immediately and follow me to attack this place."

"You two supervise the battle. If one of you flees in fear of fighting, you two will die first."

It is unwise to fight with these gangsters and risk your life.

Her strength was not that strong to begin with, and it was easier to dodge an attack than to guard against an arrow. Among those bandits, there would inevitably be some insidious and cunning ones. If she was hurt by an arrow from the dark, all would be lost.

Shen Qing would not take such a big risk for just a few dollars. The best strategy is to drive the tiger to devour the wolf.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 18 Decision

After listening to Shen Qing's words, their faces turned pale, but they dared not disobey.

The Southern Xinjiang Heart-Eating Gu has a very bad reputation. Most of those who have seen it have died, and they have no way of telling the real thing from the fake.

They are not innate martial artists, so they cannot see inside their bodies and cannot sense the changes in their bodies.

This woman came from an unknown background and killed people as easily as killing chickens. It was obvious at first glance that she was not someone to be dealt with easily, so they didn't dare to gamble.

"What exactly do you want to do? Can you reveal your true intentions?"

The scarred man calmed down his anxiety and spoke in a deep voice.

"I'm short of money." Shen Qing did not hide anything and spoke concisely.

Zhao Yu, who was standing by, had squatted beside the sturdy man's body at some point and started touching the corpse as if no one was around, not paying any attention to the head with angry eyes not far away.

The tragic scenes at mass graves were much more horrific than this, and she was accustomed to them.

Her movements were quick and careful, even the soles of the shoes were not left out.

Hearing what Shen Qing said, the scarred man felt relieved. He had been worried since he heard the word "Southern Xinjiang". If this woman was sent by Southern Xinjiang and this trip was to muddy the waters in Qianzhou, he was afraid that he would have little chance of survival.

If he just wanted to make money, then he still had a chance to save his life.

The scarred man glanced at Zhao Yu who was touching the corpse nearby, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he immediately stepped out of the wooden house and shouted, "Go back to your rooms, pack up your weapons, and get to work! We have experts here today to help lift the roof and support the beams, so we can enjoy a good meal tomorrow!"

The dozen or so bandits who gathered from outside were all bewildered, but they still did as they were told and went back to their rooms to prepare.

The strength of this gang of bandits was not very strong to begin with. Shen Qing searched several wooden houses thoroughly, but apart from food and flour, he only managed to collect less than twenty taels of silver, which was not even enough to buy the map.

In addition to the silver, Zhao Yu also took out two martial arts secret books from under the bed in the sturdy man's room, one on body skills and the other on swordsmanship, but they had no effect on Shen Qing.

These gains were far from enough to satisfy Shen Qing. What she wanted was a windfall, not just enough to fill her stomach.

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In the darkness of night, the mountain wind howled. It was almost winter, and the mountains were getting even colder. The wind was like a sharp knife, hurting people's muscles and bones.

Among the bandits walking on the rugged mountain path, the few who had no internal strength were hesitant.

The scarred man led the team at the front, while Shen Qing and Zhao Yu walked at the end of the team.

Zhao Yu had a longbow in her hand and a quiver on her back. She would draw the bow and string from time to time. It seemed that she preferred the longbow to daggers and swords.

After more than half an hour, a valley entrance appeared in front of the group.

Two figures were crouching at the mouth of the valley, and there was a faint glow of fire behind the valley.

The scarred man had an expressionless face as he leaned forward, stepped silently, and attacked with a forceful move like a gust of wind, snapping the two men's necks cleanly and efficiently.

Shen Qing stood at the entrance of the valley in silence, watching more than a dozen bandits sneak into the valley.

But after a moment, shouts and screams were heard in the valley, and flames shot up into the sky. Shen Qing did not rush in. She was not strong enough to defend against the poisonous smoke and cold arrows, so she had to wait and see what happened.

Soon, several figures staggered towards the valley entrance, their clothes in disarray, and they didn't even have time to put on their pants.

Obviously, the sudden attack had caused the bandits in the valley to panic, and they began to flee in panic.

Zhao Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took out a feather arrow from the quiver behind him. His internal energy flowed, he drew the string and released the arrow, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

whoosh-

The arrow suddenly flew off the bow like a snake, and a shrill scream sounded in the air.

puff--

The arrow accurately pierced a man's throat, and the powerful impact force of the arrow caused him to fall on his back.

"Have you learned horse riding and archery before?" Shen Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Zhao Yu shook her head, looking a little embarrassed. She wanted to shoot the other person's legs.

She didn't say much. She licked the corners of her mouth that were cracked by the cold wind, pulled the bowstring again, with a hint of excitement in her eyes.

This feeling of having the power of life and death was too wonderful. At this moment, she seemed to have experienced the feelings of those high-ranking figures.

Upon noticing that there were people at the entrance of the valley, several bandits who were fleeing became more panicked, turned around and ran into the valley.

Zhao Yu slowly pressed forward into the valley. Her movements of drawing the bow and shooting arrows became more and more skillful. By the time her quiver was empty, seven bandits had been killed by her arrows.

After waiting for a while at the valley entrance, Shen Qing stepped into the valley.

The fight in the valley has not yet ended. Scarface and the man in white are fighting with a skinny monkey-like figure.

Even though they were two against one, they were still at a disadvantage, surrounded by danger and covered in wounds.

The skinny monkey looked to be over sixty years old. Although he had the fifth level of acquired strength, he was insufficient in energy and blood, and his physical strength was not as good as that of his young age. In addition, the two were fighting for their lives, and he was unable to be defeated for a while.

Shen Qing looked around and confirmed that there was no one else lying on the side. He lowered his right arm slightly and slowly drew out the sword from his waist.

woo-

A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the skinny monkey who was fighting with the two men changed his expression drastically.

Before he could react, the blade with the azure quenching pattern hit his chest.

click-