Under One Person: A Certain Scientific Railgun

On the path, Song Laowai was leading his men on horseback at full gallop.

"Boss, when you come down the mountain this time, can you pick out a few hot and beautiful women for me?"

I haven't had a chance to eat meat for so long, I'm practically dying of pent-up desire!

"Yeah, boss, we finally get to go up the mountain again, so let the brothers have some fun!"

"Haha, no problem! This time when you come down the mountain, you can have as much fun as you want!"

But the prerequisite is that we must get our hands on the food first, and also, don't mess things up!

If anyone accidentally dies on a woman's belly, well... don't blame the brothers for not even collecting your body!

Old Song laughed loudly and was about to whip his whip to speed up, but the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Whoa!!!"

In the moonlight ahead, a white figure suddenly blocked the middle of the road, startling Song Laowai so much that he pulled hard on the reins, and his poor horse neighed uneasily.

"Where did this little bastard come from, daring to block your Grandpa Song's way!"

Upon realizing he was just a teenager, his fear instantly turned into furious anger at being offended.

"Damn it, what bad luck! That little brat's got a death wish! Third brother, go! Chop this eyesore to pieces!"

The "third brother" who was called out was a burly man with a face full of scars. Upon hearing this, he grinned maliciously, picked up a chipped machete, and strode forward, cursing all the while.

"Still just a little white-haired kid, Grandpa's sending you on your way!"

He didn't take the skinny boy seriously at all; he only wanted to show off his ruthlessness in front of the boss.

However, he was still seven or eight steps away from Zhuge Yan, and his foot had just stepped onto a seemingly ordinary patch of muddy ground.

Click click!

The next second, the ground beneath the third brother's feet suddenly cracked without warning, as if it had been violently torn apart by an invisible giant hand!

A bottomless crack opened instantly, its edges as sharp as knives!

Before he could even scream, he felt his feet sink and his body plummet uncontrollably downwards!

"Ugh!!!"

The gasp was only half-uttered before it was replaced by a dull thud and the terrifying sound of earth and rocks being crushed.

The soil on both sides seemed to come alive, rapidly converging, collapsing, and compacting inward!

The whole process was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the hideous crack disappeared, leaving only a slightly raised mound of earth, as if it had never been disturbed.

The third brother and his machete were thus completely buried alive in the cold, dark underground, never to be heard from again.

Only a wisp of smoke remained on the ground, proving that what had just happened was no illusion.

Dead!

The mountain road was instantly plunged into a suffocating silence.

The crackling of the torches and the restless snorting of the horses sounded exceptionally jarring at that moment.

The remaining fourteen bandits, including their leader Song Laowai, froze completely, their smiles and ferocity replaced by extreme horror and unbelievable fear.

They stared wide-eyed at the mound, then suddenly looked up at the boy who still stood quietly in front of them, his white hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

The moonlight outlined Zhuge Yan's calm and composed profile; he didn't even lift a finger.

It was as if the sinkhole that had just swallowed a life was nothing more than a trivial matter.

"You...youkai! He...he knows magic!"

One of the bandits was chattering, his voice was trembling uncontrollably, and his hand holding the knife was shaking so badly he could barely hold it.

"A ghost! It's a mountain ghost! Run!"

The other, more timid, was terrified. He let out a scream, turned his horse around, and tried to escape.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Song Laowai, after all, was a ruthless bandit who had been living on the edge for many years. He suppressed his fear and roared loudly, trying to regain his composure.

His eyes were fixed on Zhuge Yan, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes filled with surprise and fear.

"What monster? It's just that the third brother was unlucky and ran into an earth dragon turning over!"

Song Laowai roared, but there was a tremor in his voice that he himself did not realize.

He dared not send anyone forward again, after all, the way the third brother died was too bizarre and terrifying, completely beyond their comprehension.

Thinking of this, he subtly reached for the pistol at his waist.

Zhuge Yan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over the group of bandits who were like frightened birds.

There was no anger or murderous intent in his eyes, only a kind of indifference as if looking down on ants, and a hint of barely perceptible coldness.

"Wang Dashan, you killed him, didn't you?"

"Wang Dashan?"

Old Song was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Boss, that hunter you chopped up and fed to the dogs the other day, wasn't his name Wang Dashan...?"

One of his men stepped forward to remind him.

Upon hearing this, a knowing glint flashed in Song Laowai's eyes.

"That Wang Dashan, is he your father?"

While trying to calm Zhuge Yan down with words, his hand silently tightened on the trigger of the pistol in the darkness.

However, how could all of this escape Zhuge Yan, who had activated the Qimen Dunjia formation?

The character 巽 (xùn) means wind or mirror.

"No, he..."

Zhuge Yan shook his head, but before he could finish speaking, a gunshot shattered the deathly silence of the night.

thumping!

Song Laowai suddenly drew his pistol, pointed it at Zhuge Yan, and fired a shot.

He moved so fast that even his own men didn't have time to react.

However, before Song Laowai could even feel happy, the scene before him made his pupils shrink instantly.

Ahead, Zhuge Yan was still standing there unharmed, his dark eyes filled with mockery.

"What happened? Did you miss? That's impossible! My marksmanship was one of the best in the company back in the day!"

Old Song refused to believe it and thought that his shot had missed, so he immediately fired two more shots without hesitation.

Pounding!

Two more gunshots rang out, but Zhuge Yan remained unharmed afterward.

"How is this possible?!"

At this moment, Song Laowai finally began to panic.

One shot missing is bad enough, but three shots missing in a row, and the other person just stood there without moving.

Even when hunting birds in the mountains, he never fired a third shot!

Could this little brat really be a ghost?!

Thinking of this, Song Laowai felt a chill run down his spine, and the thought of retreating began to take root in his mind.

Before he could turn his horse around, Zhuge Yan's voice, which sounded like a devil's whisper, rang out again.

"Are you looking for these?"

As Zhuge Yan finished speaking, the next second, by the scattered light of the surrounding torches, Song Laowai also witnessed a scene that shattered his worldview.

Three small "points of light" were floating in front of the white-clad youth.

Song Laowai had excellent eyesight and was closest to Zhuge Yan, so he saw the "spot of light" at a glance.

Those weren't "spots of light" at all; they were clearly three bullets reflecting a metallic sheen under the torchlight!

Those were the three he just fired!