Translator:
MrJ_
Editor:
Zayn_
The room fell into a short moment of silence. It seemed that there was also a little stifling sensation. This type of pressure was different from the predicament caused by injury when facing the westerners. The westerners could only be said to be troublesome and couldn’t really be said to be bringing much pressure. However, the mysterious group that Su Bai mentioned, due to their mysteriousness, due to the unknown, due to meddling in step by step along the way, really brought out a strong feeling of oppression, just like dark clouds that appeared from the surface of the sea.
Could it be a new wave of NPCs that just appeared?
Fatty started to analyze and said,
I don’t know if you all have played a type of game before. I guess Monk and Gyatso have never played before. Ah Bai, you should have played before, it’s called <Grand Theft Auto>.
You can control a character in the game to do missions in the game city background. Of course, you can commit murder and arson and even vehicle theft to play. The earlier generations of this type of game were actually very crude. For example, there were only a few types of pedestrians and cars. Wherever the player went, he could see the same pedestrian and car circling around in the many corners of the city.
The later generations improved, following the advancement of research and development. The NPCs’ facial features had major improvements, but it still faced this problem. It is unrealistic and a massive workload to set all the pedestrians and cars to have different outlooks.
Su Bai grinned.
Fatty, do you mean that a problem occurred in the Dreadful Radio and mixed up these NPCs? Meaning that the group of beggars that made the beggar’s chicken was one wave, while that table of people having their meal downstairs today were a different wave of people, and the waiter that sent tea up just now is a different wave, but due to the problem of Dreadful Radio, they all looked the same?
Fatty nodded his head.
You can’t deny this possibility.
At this moment, the monk directly retorted,
Dreadful Radio will make mistakes, but not such extremely obvious ones. There is no need to doubt this point. Its mistake, for example, could be our subtle and ineffable ending at Mt. Fulong, but traces of that mistake are only speculation based on our feelings. It definitely wouldn’t let us get hold of obvious evidence.
If there was a blunder with the NPC extras’ looks in the story world, then you’re really underestimating Dreadful Radio.
That’s right, this shouldn’t be Dreadful Radio’s mistake and definitely isn’t Dreadful Radio’s mistake. As a supreme existence, even if it committed a mistake, it would be a mistake of its level and not such an obvious mistakes that we could observe with our own eyes.
I agree more to Su Bai’s point of view. We have been marked by a group of mysterious people. But for some unknown reason, they never took action against us and only chose to observe and track us. Even to the point of disguising as a waiter to send in some tea just to observe us from a closer distance.
Let’s not continue guessing. Why don’t we go catch someone to ask?
Fatty suggested.
After that, Fatty realized that the others were gazing at him like they were looking at an idiot.
Fatty smiled resentfully.
Hehe, this is unpractical. I’m just kidding, just kidding. Haha.
Catching someone to talk. How could it be so simple? Others had places them under tight surveillance. Thinking of catching someone for questioning was taking things for granted. It didn’t matter whether they succeeded or not. Even if they succeed, before they could manage to tie the ropes to torture and question the target, his comrades would have already barged in. What’s the point of such questioning? Might as well just break all decorum and battle.
Now is not the time to break decorum. They are willing to trail us, so let it be. Let’s make full use of the time to recover. No matter what incidents or accidents we face, our abilities are the most reliable. Su Bai, do you think we should continue moving?
The monk asked.
Su Bai grinned.
With this group of dog skinned plasters[1] around, there is no meaning to wherever we go. Since they are not prepared to take action, let’s just continue staying here. Saves us from squandering; make use of the time so you all can catch a few extra breaths.
Okay. Continue sleeping.
Fatty couldn’t be bothered anymore and lied back on the bed planning to take a nap.
The little fella who was originally placed on the bed by Su Bai climbed onto Fatty’s stomach. Fatty wasn’t angry and even purposely jolted his belly to play with him. The little fella was most intimate with Su Bai. The other was Fatty who played with him. But he was indifferent towards the monk and Gyatso; he wouldn’t even bother smiling at them at normal times.
Obviously, the little fella might be a bare-buttocks child who crawled all over, but deep down in his heart, he was innocent and pure. The monk and Gyatso wanted to eat him at first; naturally, he wouldn’t give them much face at this moment.
Gyatso sat on the floor once again. After settling in, continuous bone crackling sounds could be heard from his body. Obviously, he was suffering great pain. But by using this method, his bones would heal at a faster rate.
The monk was not in a rush. He took out a pot of old tea and poured for himself and Su Bai a glass of cold tea, and both of them just quietly sat there.
About half an hour later, the monk also grew tired. One hand held up his chin as he dozed off while sitting beside the table. This nonchalant posture gave Su Bai a weird feeling. It was a kind of feeling words couldn’t describe.
Everyone had their own trump card. Among the four of them, the monk obviously had the most secrets. Su Bai wouldn’t be bothered about it. He stood up. The little fella had already climbed on Fatty’s belly and was taking his afternoon nap with him. Even though there were four adults and a child in the room, it was very quiet. Even the sound of a pin dropping would be heard.
Su Bai pushed open the back window of the room. There was a forest outside and it was very tranquil. Just like that, he leaned on the windowsill and looked towards the distance. Su Bai unconsciously went into a daze. Then, from within his sight, he found that there were soft rustling sounds coming from the forest. He closed the window nonchalantly, stood at the corner of the window and secretly looked outside through the small crack of the paper window.
It was as if the people outside heaved a sigh of relief when Su Bai closed the window. They could continue with their activities.
Within Su Bai’s line of sight, there was a group of well-armed Qing soldiers. These Qing soldiers were obviously not ordinary soldiers from the local camp. Their strict conduct and stern atmosphere could clearly be felt by Su Bai with just a single glimpse from afar.
After these people approached, they all hid themselves in the forest and never did anything. But Su Bai was clear that things were no longer that simple. It was temporarily not important if their every action was being monitored by those mysterious men. However, with these soldiers approaching, it meant that there was not much time left before they started taking action. Those mysterious men might have some special ability to keep on concealing themselves, but the soldiers were normal humans. A large group of ordinary humans, how could they conceal themselves for a long period of time?
The monk woke up after having a short nap and walked to Su Bai’s back and said,
I sense some murderous aura.
Su Bai pointed towards the window.
There is a group of soldiers outside, quite a number of them. There are at least three or four hundred people through visual estimation. If the other party is planning to surround us, it is estimated to be around a thousand people.
They are planning to take action.
The monk had a solemn expression.
Too bad we cannot wait an extra day.
By waiting an extra day, the group could recover a portion of the ability. It would be easier to handle the situation at that moment.
A group of mysterious men in charge of monitoring us and now a group of Qing soldiers appearing outside. Monk, what have you thought of?
Su Bai asked.
The monk paused for a moment,
According to legend, when Qing Dynasty’s founding father, Nurhaci, found the Jurchen’s dragon’s vein, with only thirteen sets of armour, he founded his army and became prosperous at last. In this era, within this story world’s background, there is a true Taoist experts like Lin ZhengYing; there are even many demons in the demon cave. There is also the devil and the already existing Taoist execution ground at Mount Fulong. How could the imperial court of this secular world not have their own self-raised group of experts?
My thoughts exactly. We have overlooked them. We managed to evade ordinary people’s sights with our actions and yet garnered attention of other people.
They could summon Qing soldiers over, which confirms their identity. These mysterious men could confirm our position in advance and even calculate the things we wanted to do. There should be someone in there who is adept in deriving, but it is impossible to calculate the omissions. At least, he wasn’t able to calculate that you have remembered their faces even though they were beggars at that time.
If we knew in advance, we should have just directly headed to the demon cave. Delaying here got us caught in a turtle jar,
Su Bai ridiculed and then shook his head.
There also no meaning to it. They can impersonate as beggars to wait for us outside the city, which means they had accurate news of our position since the beginning. They can intercept us wherever we go.
Actually, it is the right choice to enter the city. The other party is refraining from shooting at the rat for fear of breaking the vases[2]. If not, we wouldn’t have an extra day to catch our breath. These days are not like when the Qing dynasty just took over. Ten Days of Yangzhou[3] and Three Massacres in Jiading[4] would only occur at the beginning. Now, it’s is not appropriate anymore. They are afraid of too much involvement if we go crazy.
Just when Su Bai and the monk were chatting away, a loud clash of weapons suddenly sounded from outside. Su Bai immediately went to take a look outside. He realized that the Qing soldiers who had concealed themselves earlier were retreating like a tide and vague sounds of slaughter could be heard from the street entrance.
Su Bai straightforwardly opened the window and glanced outside. What he saw at the opposite side of the street was a man holding a magic staff, brandishing it around. Group after group of Qing soldiers flocked over, but quite a number of them were killed or injured by the wind blades.
Heh, those westerners unexpectedly stepped on a mine.
Su Bai pointed towards the flock of Qing soldiers who were being cut down like Chinese chives and asked,
Monk, does this scene look like that year when Sengge Rinchen’s[5] Calvary fought against the Anglo-French forces?
The monk shook his head.
Not the same.
Indeed, just as the monk finished speaking, a few luxuriously clothed men, who were eating at the guest house Su Bai was residing in, brandished their long swords one after another and rushed out towards that western wizard.
Qi Master.
The monk confirmed.
This is really a messed-up story world. All the ox ghosts and serpent spirits have gathered.
