Jiaohua

Chapter 1673 Who's afraid of me? I'll scare them.

Lu Wuwei and Xie Huaichu were relatively conservative; after learning that the old man was also in the underground palace, they became even more cautious.

The situation is different for the old man.

He had always been arrogant and disdainful of others, but upon hearing the commotion, he immediately brought Elder Gu and Mu Tingyu with him.

After running to a distance from the sound, the old man glanced at Sect Master Gu.

The old friend, who had a great understanding with him, immediately understood what he meant and reached out to pinch his little apprentice's arm hard.

Caught off guard, Mu Tingyu cried out in pain, his voice echoing loudly through the corridor.

Mu Tingyu quickly covered his mouth, stared wide-eyed at Sect Master Gu, and whispered, "Master, what are you doing!"

Sect Master Gu immediately shifted the blame, pointing at the old man: "Ask him."

The old man said as he walked, "Just to scare them."

Mu Tingyu rubbed his arm, looking aggrieved: "Who are you trying to scare?"

The old man said, "I'll scare whoever's afraid of me."

"...Aren't you afraid of alerting the enemy?"

Elder Gu continued, “The word ‘surprise’ is brilliant. This underground palace is eerie and gloomy. A fright would make people feel guilty and panicked, causing them to run around in a hurry, make mistakes in their haste, and even become weak and unable to walk.”

Mu Tingyu asked, "Really?"

Elder Gu said, "Look, what he just said is, whoever is afraid will succeed."

Feng Qingang was indeed frightened, but his relatively calm nature prevented him from becoming so weak that he could not walk.

However, the path he had already forgotten became even more lost in the darkness.

He had been living in comfort for too long, always the one who held a knife and watched others with fear. Now, he felt that someone else was holding a knife and chasing after him.

This intense sense of oppression made Feng Qingang irritable.

Just as he aimlessly walked to a fork in the road, Feng Qingang suddenly stopped. Finally, there was a place that felt familiar to him.

Familiarity may be familiar, but the exit remains uncertain.

Which way to go?

Feng Qingang was undecided.

"Someone's there!" one of his men suddenly whispered from behind.

No sooner had he finished speaking than four people strode towards him from the opposite corner.

Their steps were quick but also light. All four of them were equally flustered, constantly looking back in the darkness as if they were being chased by someone.

Upon realizing there were people in front of them, two of the four people screamed in fright at the same time.

Without hesitation, Feng Qingang's two men took the initiative and rushed forward.

Feng Qingang was unaware of the four people's identities, so when his men rushed over, his first reaction was to quickly hide himself.

As a result, the battle ended in an instant.

Feng Qingang's two subordinates were the two most skilled among his many men. In the darkness, they struck first, and the four men walking towards them quickly became corpses.

Feng Qingang hurried over, and one of his men took out a tinderbox, squatted down, and began to search the four men for items.

"Master!" the subordinate exclaimed with delight, "They are from the Liao family, and they have a map on them!"

Feng Qingang was overjoyed and snatched it away.

It was indeed a topographic map, and he was lucky enough to be in an area he was familiar with, so he was able to accurately locate his current position on the intricate map.

It's very close to the exit!
Moreover, this exit is outside Yunwan Village and Han Family Village!
"All the luck is on my side! I have always been favored by the heavens!" Feng Qingang said proudly. "Even in such a dangerous situation, I was able to escape from the brink of death, and these few fools even took the initiative to deliver the items I needed to me! Who can fight against me? Even the heavens are on my side!"

He glanced quickly at the map and pointed forward: "Go through there!"

His two subordinates were encouraged by his words and perked up.

This time, they moved very quickly. However, after passing through a stone gate, Feng Qingang suddenly tripped over something.

Two men helped him up. When they shone a torch on the body, they found it was a corpse—one of the men he had dismissed.

The subordinate died a gruesome death, with numerous wounds on his body, making it impossible to determine which wound was fatal.

Feng Qingang, of course, felt nothing. He dusted himself off and left, coldly saying, "A master kills with a single strike. The person who killed him used so many strikes, which shows how poor their skills were. He deserved to die at the hands of such a weakling."

One of his men said, "Could it be someone from the Liao family that we just met?"

Feng Qingang said, "I don't care."

As soon as he finished speaking, another corpse appeared in front of him, also one of his men. In the dim light of the tinderbox, the wounds on this man's body were also messy.

Feng Qingang remained solemn and said nothing this time, quickly walking away.

But at the narrow intersection ahead, a third body appeared, still one of his men, its wounds still bad.

Feng Qingang stopped and looked into the dark darkness ahead.

The murderer who killed them may be hiding just ahead.

Suddenly, a very piercing, sharp sound came from the darkness.

It looked like someone was slowly walking along, scratching a wall with their fingernail, leaving a long, irregular line.

The sound was very close, and Feng Qingang immediately turned around to look at the source of the sound.

The two experts became more alert and drew their weapons to block Feng Qingang's path.

The sound was clear and lingering in the darkness, as if it were far away, yet also as if it were right beside their ears.

After listening for a few moments, Feng Qingang said in a deep voice, "Ignore it, let's go."

But strangely, no matter where they went afterward, the sound would appear, following them like a shadow.
Feng Qingang could tolerate it completely; although it was noisy, he could ignore it.

But his two henchmen couldn't do it.

The two became increasingly distressed as they listened. The voice seemed to be omnipresent, as if it had transformed into countless lines, weaving together various chaotic fantasies in their minds.

The voice rang out again when the fourth body of one of their henchmen was discovered, this time right in front of them.

Two of his subordinates were on the verge of collapse.

One of them said, "Master, who is making this voice? Why are they following us?"

Another person said, "Could it be... a woman..."

He dared not utter that word.

Feng Qingang looked at the corpse on the ground with a cold expression. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped his subordinate across the face.

"So what if it really is a ghost? How dare you look down on me!"

He has countless lives on his hands. Is he afraid of ghosts, or are ghosts afraid of him?

The piercing sound grew increasingly sharp, approaching him from afar as if it were closing in step by step.

The oppressive atmosphere around him made Feng Qingang uncomfortable, and he coldly said, "Let's go!"

After a few steps, another fork appeared ahead.

The right side is the closest point. Leave from the right and keep walking forward. After a few more turns, you'll reach the exit.

However, the sound was also on the right.

Feng Qingang clenched his fingers into a fist, while his other hand gripped the topographic map tightly, almost crumpling it into a ball.

He lifted his foot to step to the right, but felt as if he had been encased in a thousand pounds of mud and could not move.

Gritting his teeth, Feng Qingang looked to his left: "Let's go!"

You can get out from here too, but you have to go around in a circle.