The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 92 Young Master Robs the Bride
"I see."

Fu Juemin touched his chest and said softly, "But I can't blame Uncle Tong."

The fact that his predecessor was shot had been a dark cloud hanging over his heart since he transmigrated. Now that a corner of it had been lifted, although he still didn't know the specific details, he felt much more relaxed and relieved.

Fu Juemin thought for a moment, then said, "Now that Luanhe has been breached by the Fire Cloud Army, and Uncle Tong has left with us, it will probably be even harder to find those old enemies in the future."

Li Tong didn't speak, but silently poured the yellow wine into the bowl.

at this time.

From the direction of the dock in the distance, a splashing sound came, as if something had come up from the river.

Fu Juemin's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked up.

Almost simultaneously, he also smelled that familiar, strong, fishy stench that even the cold wind couldn't dispel.

Fu Juemin quickly stood up and glanced at Li Tong.

Li Tong slowly put down the wine bowl in his hand, then stood up and faced the direction from which the sound came.

Fu Juemin had already instructed Cao Tian and others to plant torches on the mudflats.

By the light of the torches, one could vaguely see a dark figure wading through the water, walking step by step from the riverbank.

As the shadowy figure approached, the cold wind that had been blowing from the wild poplar grove behind them suddenly changed direction and began to sweep back into the forest.

Fu Juemin's face was tense, and the stench blowing in his face made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

Soon, the blurry black shadow in the river came ashore and slowly revealed its full appearance—it was a gaunt ghost covered in wet black fur, with fine, fish-like bluish-black scales beneath the fur. It looked to be only about the size of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, but it had a pair of disproportionately long arms that almost reached its knees.

It kept staring at Fu Juemin, its black eyes, devoid of white, gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, like will-o'-the-wisps drifting in a graveyard.

As soon as Fu Juemin made eye contact with that gaze, he felt that thick resentment that seemed to have accumulated for hundreds of years.

'Did I owe your family money in my past life or something?'

Fu Juemin couldn't help but complain in his heart.

He saw the long, black, strip-shaped object covered in mud and seaweed behind the water monkey once again.

It should be a corpse, but its exact appearance is no longer discernible.

The water monkey walked to the entrance of the abandoned dock and carefully placed the body covered in mud from the riverbed on the ground. Fu Juemin noticed that its eyes seemed to soften when they landed on the body.

He treasured the body.

Its head was covered with dark green algae, whitish fishing line, and glittering glass and shell fragments.

Around its neck was a "pearl" necklace strung with pebbles, and its entire body was decorated with snail shells and the corpses of fish, shrimp and water snakes.

It's like a bride-to-be, dressed in a veil and a wedding gown, all meticulously made up!

Of course, in the desolate wilderness at four in the morning, this scene would appear indescribably eerie and chilling to onlookers, sending shivers down their spines.

"Coo-coo. Cluck-cluck—"

After carefully settling his "bride," the water monkey stood up and faced Fu Juemin and the other man again, making strange sounds that resembled a frog's croaking or a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat.

Fu Juemin took a deep breath and slowly took off his fox fur cloak.

His cloak fell to the ground, revealing a silver revolver tucked into his waistband.

"Uncle Tong".

He looked at Li Tong and called out softly.

Having witnessed the Water Monkey's attack, Fu Juemin knew very well that with his current strength, he had absolutely no chance of contending with it.

Tonight, we can only rely on Li Tong.

From the moment the water monkey appeared until now, among all the people lying in ambush on the field and sidelines, only Li Tong has remained calm despite its overwhelming presence. "...Uncle Tong, could you please lure it into the woods later? I'll get to the boat first..."

Fu Juemin quickly repeated his plan to Li Tong, but before he could finish speaking, Li Tong gently interrupted him.

"Thank you for the drinks tonight, young master."

Fu Juemin was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Li Tong slowly walk towards the direction of the water monkey.

As she walked, she said to him without turning her head, "Young Master, haven't you always been curious about what martial art I specialize in?"

"tonight."

"Then you will see it."

After he finished speaking, a series of crisp, cracking sounds rang out, and then, under Fu Juemin's incredulous gaze, Li Tong's thin, hunched body rapidly grew taller and stronger, inch by inch.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a small old man who looked to be in his sixties into a burly man nearly two meters tall with bulging muscles all over his body.

In an instant, Fu Juemin seemed to see a huge and invisible transparent cloud of energy suddenly burst out from Li Tong's body, instantly dispersing the turbid aura brought by the water monkey.

Fu Juemin stood there, stunned, for a full two seconds before he came to his senses.

He was suddenly awakened by a strange cry from the water monkey.

It seems that the powerful aura that Li Tong unleashed after his "transformation" provoked the other party.

Suddenly, the water monkey's feet exploded, and its withered figure transformed into a blurry gray line, tearing through the air and carrying a strong stench of decay as it hurtled towards the two.

Fu Juemin had seen martial artists at the Tongxuan Realm take action before, but the speed of this water monkey was many times faster than that of the scarred strong man who had died at his hands before.

This speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive.

He could only catch a glimpse of a gray shadow flash before his eyes, then Li Tong raised his hand, followed by a loud "buzz" that made his scalp tingle.

The human and the demon have entered a full-blown battle.

Fu Juemin had almost completely lost sight of the water monkey; he could only barely make out Li Tong's movements.

Every move and stance produced strange sounds like the neighing of an elephant, the roar of a dragon, or the sound of a morning bell and evening drum. The sound was majestic and powerful, as if it gathered all the air and light in this small area by the dock and then kneaded them into a giant millstone, grinding and milling away.

The area around Li Tong seemed to distort slightly, making it impossible for the water monkey, despite its terrifying speed, to hit him. The monkey was completely manipulated by Li Tong.
Fu Juemin watched for a while, his body constantly being pushed backward by the aftershocks of the clash between the human and the demon.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the water monkey's sudden retreat just before boarding the ship was probably not only due to the sound of the diesel engine, but also because Li Tong was standing right next to him at the time!
"hiss--"

Fu Juemin took a deep breath, and without further hesitation, began to run wildly toward the dock.

As they approached the dock where the cargo ship was moored, Fu Juemin caught a glimpse of the bride's corpse, which had been laid out on the ground by the water monkeys. His expression shifted slightly, and he quickly drew his gun and fired a shot at the corpse!
"boom!"

The bullet sank into the mud on the corpse's chest. The corpse remained motionless, yet it seemed as if the bullet had struck the water monkey in the distance.

With a strange "croak," Fu Juemin clearly sensed a gaze filled with resentment and anger immediately locking onto him.

The water monkey immediately tried to rush towards him, but Li Tong held it back tightly, so it could only angrily issue verbal warnings to Fu Juemin from a distance.

Fu Juemin's eyes lit up, and instead of retreating, he turned and ran towards the corpse.

Ignoring the rotting, foul-smelling weeds and silt covering the corpse at the bottom of the river, he simply picked up the body and ran quickly toward the moored boat at the dock.

All of a sudden.

The anger in Shui Houzi's heart, which was already anxious and resentful of Fu Juemin's behavior, exploded.

A piercing scream tore through the night sky above the dock, followed by a series of explosive blasts.
At this moment, Fu Juemin, who was running wildly with a smelly and heavy corpse in his arms, felt a chill run down his spine, while his heart was pounding rapidly.

—It's a strange feeling of flirting with death, a mix of excitement and fear, tension and thrill.

"I never imagined that I, young master, would actually be able to steal a water demon's bride in my entire life!"

(End of this chapter)