Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 803 - 410 The Match (Part 2)
Chapter 803: Chapter 410: The Match (Part 2) Chapter 803: Chapter 410: The Match (Part 2) “Next!”
A voice echoed in the cellar.
Right after,
A large turtle flew out from the cellar.
The man guarding outside exclaimed with joy:
“This turtle is huge, must have plenty of meat!”
He put down the knife and reached out to grab the turtle.
Puff.
Sharp bone spurs protruded from the turtle, instantly piercing through the man’s skull.
Thud.
The body fell down.
The little Skeleton hurriedly dragged Shen Ye out from under the stove.
The two of them pushed the corpse into the cellar and covered it with wooden boards before taking a breath.
“Thanks for your hard work.” Shen Ye said.
“The main issue is that we are only three years old, our attributes are too low, we can’t even cast a single technique, otherwise why would we go through so much trouble?” the little Skeleton sighed.
“They mentioned gathering at noon, so by noon, once these people realize two are missing, they will immediately search the entire village.” Shen Ye said.
“There are still two or three hours until noon, no rush.” the little Skeleton replied.
“No rush my ass, we have to escape right now.” Shen Ye said.
“Why? I’m dead tired, I want to rest a bit more.” the little Skeleton couldn’t help but reply.
“You’ve also said, the enemy’s several moves made me forget my memory and turned me into a three-year-old form—”
“If the enemy takes advantage of this place being full of bandits to make a move, how are we to cope?”
“What if the enemy can turn the bandits into extremely powerful cultivators?”
“Wouldn’t we be dead meat?”
Shen Ye said in one breath.
The little Skeleton paused, then spread his hands: “But we are only three years old now, we have already exhausted our strength just earlier.”
“I remember I can summon you.” Shen Ye said.
“Yes.” the little Skeleton replied.
“I have a plan.” Shen Ye said.
“… Is it difficult?” the little Skeleton asked.
“Very simple— By the way, did you say you could revive? Is that true?”
“True.”
“Then OK, huh? Why am I saying OK? What does OK mean?”
A few minutes later.
Suddenly, a scream erupted in the village ablaze with fire.
“There’s a ghost aah!”
The noise gradually escalated.
On the bare dirt road, a skeleton cat desperately bit off a bandit’s hand, nimbly dodged several attacks, and climbed up the wall.
“My hand! My hand!” The bandit cried out tragically, one scream after another, alarming the raiding bandit leader.
“What’s going on!”
He rode over on a horse, and when he saw the skeleton cat on the wall, he too shuddered.
The cat still had a human hand in its mouth, glaring at the bandits from afar.
“Charge!”
“It’s just a ghost cat, we have so many people, what’s there to fear!”
The bandit leader shouted.
“Yes!” the bandits replied in unison.
The skeleton cat listened to their conversation, straining to sense the presence of the living.
Suddenly.
It shifted its physique and scurried toward a courtyard opposite.
“Quick! Chase it, kill it!”
The bandits dashed into that courtyard.
There, a few bandits were hiding and eavesdropping against the wall.
—They hadn’t listened to the command!
The bandit leader flew into a rage, drew his bow, and shot to death the hidden subordinates, one after another.
“—Everyone kill that ghost cat! Whoever dares not to, I’ll slaughter him!”
The leader bellowed.
Seizing the moment, the ghost cat dodged attack after attack and ran again towards another courtyard.
The bandits all followed.
On the other side of the village.
In a direction completely opposite to the ghost cat.
A three-year-old little boy was hiding in the shadow of a wall, slowly walking towards the outside of the village.
All the shouts, flames, and black smoke were left behind him.
Ahead was a stone bridge.
Beyond the bridge was a jungle.
Once over this bridge and into the woods, it wouldn’t be so easy for the bandits to find him.
The little boy was tired, so he simply leaned against the wall to rest a bit.
For a three-year-old—
Traversing through the whole village non-stop was indeed very exhausting.
But he couldn’t rest for too long.
Feeling a bit of strength return to his body, the little boy took his steps again, walking out of the village.
A gust of wind blew.
A faint sound reached his ears.
It was crying.
The little boy’s gaze slowly shifted, looking towards the opposite house.
Who was crying there?
No.
The crying stopped.
The little boy waited for a few moments.
Silence.
No other sound arose.
The little boy stepped forward, glanced into the house quickly as he passed.
In fact, he didn’t need to look to imagine it.
Men’s corpses with hands, feet, and heads hacked off, women’s naked bodies, and children who had just stopped breathing nailed to the ground.
And the perpetrator.
Perhaps this place was too far from the center of the village, or perhaps he didn’t want to follow the leader’s orders, or perhaps—
He enjoyed the killing and torment here.
The wind blew again, bringing the briny sea breeze.
This was a small village by the sea.
The sunlight from the azure sky fell down, glaringly illuminating the ground’s slaughter and ugliness.
The man with the knife laughed viciously as he looked outside.
Shen Ye sighed, then—
Turned and ran.
Under the stone bridge.
The water flowed silently.
On the bridge, the three-year-old child looked back, taking in the burning village.
Scorched, chaotic, and sad emotions surged up.
The murderous bandit with dark muscles and a face full of maniacal pleasure and brutality was chasing toward the stone bridge.
—No escape.
Definitely going to be caught up with.
The wind carried a whisper to his ear:
“Is this not how you humans always treat your own kind? If humans were of any use, why haven’t I found a successor in so many years?”
The little boy pursed his lips, then suddenly smiled, saying:
“That’s really not the case.”
“—What you see here are beasts.”
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He didn’t care who was speaking, as he had already forgotten too much.
