Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 60 - Closing the Door to Beat the Dog (Please Follow Monthly Ticket)
Chapter 60 -60: Closing the Door to Beat the Dog (Please Follow Monthly Ticket)
Chapter 60 -60: Closing the Door to Beat the Dog (Please Follow Monthly Ticket)
The next day,
Qingshan County,
The city gates finally swung wide open.
The hearts of the common folk were finally settled.
Some rumors started spreading among the streets and alleys.
The whole of Qingshan County had been on tenterhooks for the entire previous day.
After all, the commotion caused by the demon was really too great, making everyone’s heart skip a beat.
Once their hearts settled, the people were curious about what exactly had happened yesterday.
Gradually, some rumors began to spread.
They said that some mountaineers from beyond the city had seen it.
A giant Mountain Lord battling with a green bull in the mountains, causing landslides and earth to shatter, the momentum was enormous.
They said the two demons were over a dozen zhang tall, taller than the mountains themselves, truly terrifying.
In the end, the result of the battle was that the Mountain Lord killed the green bull.
This news spread from one to another, and in the mouths of the common folk, it turned into two Great Demons fighting for territory in the mountains.
Many city dwellers believed it without a doubt, claiming to have seen the Mountain Lord themselves on the night before.
This Mountain Lord had run into Qingshan County, causing no small stir.
At this point, people were a bit unsettled again.
Having such a terrifying demon nearby Qingshan County was like having a sword hanging over everyone’s heads.
Someone could not help but ask,
“Where is our Military Officer Captain?”
Nobody knew.
But with the demon causing such a commotion, that Military Officer Captain had not appeared.
For a time, rumors flew everywhere in the marketplace.
All sorts of speculation.
The atmosphere was not too good.
That day, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, in an alley,
A watchman with a nose reddened by alcohol and a tool tucked under his arm said goodbye to his colleagues after finishing their work, staggeringly walked down the alley with a jug of wine.
His mouth still mumbling drunkenly about the topic he had discussed with the other watchmen.
“Hey, whatever, whether the demon comes or not, what does it have to do with a small fry like me, as long as there’s wine, that’s good enough.”
But just then, a voice came through, a hand slapped onto his shoulder.
“Big brother, I want to ask you something.”
The watchman turned his head to look.
It was a guy with a Pockmarked Face.
“Who are you?” he said gruffly, shaking off Pockmarked Face’s hand.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m just a trader who arrived in Qingshan County this morning.
I came into the county and heard a lot of people talking, seemingly about how Qingshan County almost fell to a demon attack yesterday, which turned out to be because two demons were fighting.
It’s frightening, and you were just discussing this matter too, saying someone had witnessed it with their own eyes, so I wanted to ask about it.”
“Is this news accurate?
Did someone really see it?”
Pockmarked Face asked with a face full of smiles, looking curious.
“Of course they saw it, I heard from someone that the demon was bigger than a mountain, you tell me if that’s scary or not,” the watchman vividly described.
“Who did you hear it from?
Do you know where the person who saw it with their own eyes might be?”
Pockmarked Face asked with a look in his eyes that became somewhat obscure.
The watchman found his question strange and got a little impatient.
“You’re weird.
I heard it from my cousin’s mother’s uncle, and from the husband of the widow next door.”
“Is that good enough for you?”
“Go on, get lost, don’t stand in the way.”
Saying so, he tried to shoo the person away.
But the next second, the watchman’s hand paused, his eyes sparked with eagerness, his impatience vanished, replaced by a smile.
Because Pockmarked Face had handed him a piece of broken silver.
The watchman quickly caught it, bit it with his teeth, and then looked at Pockmarked Face with a beaming smile.
“Look at what you’re asking, actually I also just heard it from someone else, I don’t really know the specifics…”
“But I can point you to a place, right at the end of this alley, there’s a tavern, many people drink there, that’s where I heard it from.”
The watchman turned and pointed down the side alley.
“There, that’s yours.”
Pockmarked Face smiled and nodded his head.
The watchman quickly thanked him,
“Well, thank you very much.”
Saying so, clutching the silver bean with joy, he turned and walked back.
Only just a few steps away,
That previously joyful silver bean suddenly transformed into a fierce insect that burrowed into the palm of his hand.
He let out a scream of pain.
The next second, he fell to the ground stiff as a board; then, within a few breaths, his flesh disappeared at a visible rate.
Pockmarked Face walked over, let out a cold laugh,
“Using the incense money of my Feixian Sect, you’ve got to pay with your life.”
As he spoke, he opened his mouth, and the bug flew out, burrowing into his mouth.
Pockmarked Face smacked his lips before heading towards the tavern the watchman had mentioned.
At the end of the alley, the fragrance of wine wafted through the air.
Pockmarked Face quickly located the tavern, within which a hunched elderly man was bustling around the stove.
There were quite a few patrons inside.
“Shopkeeper, bring me a pot of wine!”
He called out.
Then he sat at an empty table.
“Coming right up!”
The old man quickly brought over a pot of wine and a small dish.
“Sir, your…”
As he spoke, his words halted abruptly.
“What’s wrong?”
Pockmarked Face looked up, his gaze sweeping over the man’s face.
The old man quickly regained his composure, placed the wine pot properly, rubbed his chest, bowed slightly, and forced a smile,
“Old ailment, my apologies.”
“Sir, here is your wine.”
“And these fried beans are on the house; enjoy them with your drink.”
With that, he turned to leave.
But then,
“Shopkeeper, hold on a moment.”
Pockmarked Face called out to the old man.
The old man turned around,
“Sir, is there anything else you require?”
Pockmarked Face smiled as he tossed over a silver bean.
“Nothing much, just asking the shopkeeper about something.”
He repeated his earlier question.
And continued,
“This tavern sees a lot of people coming and going; you should have a clear idea.”
“During the demon’s battle, were there other people present?”
“Or rather, where did this news originate from?”
Pockmarked Face spoke cheerfully,
“Don’t be curious; we’re merchants traveling from far and wide, and we like to hear about these things.”
The old man, upon hearing this, took the silver bean, his body bending even lower, his smile obsequious.
“Thank you for the tip, sir.”
“You’ve indeed found the right person to ask.
I have a regular customer who often goes hunting in the mountains, leaving late and returning early.
He was outside the city that day and witnessed the demons battling.
As for your questions, sir, I’m not entirely clear, unless you were to ask that patron directly.”
Pockmarked Face’s eyes lit up upon hearing this,
“Oh?
Could you perhaps show me the way?”
The shopkeeper acted troubled,
“You see, sir, I still have other customers…”
Before he could finish, Pockmarked Face laid a piece of silver on the table.
The old man’s wrinkled face instantly bloomed into a smile, swiftly pocketing the silver.
“Please, sir, follow me!”
Pockmarked Face, watching the greedy old man, curled his lips into a cold smile. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Soon, they arrived at a small courtyard door, one leading, the other following.
The old man knocked on the door.
The door opened.
The person who answered it had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes; he was a handsome young man.
“Brother Yuan, a guest wants to inquire about the demon battle that took place yesterday.
I mentioned you knew, so I brought him here,” the old man said to the youth with a smile, his eyebrows twitching.
From the onset, the young man’s gaze had been fixed on Pockmarked Face, who had followed behind.
His mouth twisted into a smile.
“Oh, then please come in!”
Seeing how amenable the young man was, Pockmarked Face’s smile widened.
Just as well, saving him the trouble of further persuasions.
With that, he entered through the door.
Then, the very next second,
“Bang.”
The door closed on its own without any wind.
Shut tightly.
And the young man turned around, his smile brilliant, revealing a set of white teeth.
(ps: Today is Sunday; I’m asking for a wave of monthly ticket followers.
I’ll try my best for three updates today—such a crucial day!
Thank you all.)
