Chapter 398: Chapter 360: Lord Mountain God Must Be Fed Properly
In his mind, this was Xia Shui Village’s greatest secret. It could not be compromised.
He had specifically arranged for men to stand guard last night, thinking his plan was foolproof.
But they had still managed to sneak in, unseen and unheard.
And they had seen everything they weren’t supposed to. This was nothing short of a disaster.
The sturdy young men caught in Chang Bailin’s gaze instantly turned deathly pale.
Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, like leaves in an autumn wind.
Although Chang Bailin was just an ordinary person, possessing no strange powers,
the authority and coldness in his eyes
made these burly, able-bodied men
feel as if they were facing the most terrifying Demon in the world. Fear surged through them like a tidal wave.
Their legs shook violently, their knees knocking against each other
with a CLACKING sound. They could barely support their own weight, looking as if they would collapse to the ground at any moment.
These were the very men Chang Bailin had assigned last night
to lead Chu He and his group away from the village and keep them under guard.
Now, it was obvious they had committed an unforgivable dereliction of duty.
"You can’t even handle a simple task like this.
You’re nothing but parasites on Xia Shui Village, a waste of food.
You can be the ones to complete the next sacrificial ritual.
I trust that parasites like you
wouldn’t refuse one last chance to serve Xia Shui Village."
Chang Bailin said, his face devoid of expression. His voice was cold and indifferent,
like a sentence passed down from the Nine Netherworld Hell, utterly devoid of warmth.
THUD! THUD! THUD...
Hearing Chang Bailin’s words,
the young men felt their hearts plummet. It was a death sentence.
They knew their fate was sealed in that moment. Death was their only path.
When the next ritual came,
they would end up just like the dead bodies on the great tree,
hanged mercilessly from its branches, trapped in this endless darkness for all eternity,
never to find release, becoming just another sacrifice in this evil ritual.
As for the families of these condemned men,
though their hearts filled with pity,
their eyes were full of pain and despair. Some even secretly wiped away tears.
But not one of them dared to step forward and speak on their behalf.
Chang Bailin’s authority in Xia Shui Village was simply too absolute,
like a towering mountain that one could only gaze up at, never daring to defy.
Even if those young men
were the sons, brothers, or relatives of some people present,
they could only watch helplessly, daring to do nothing.
Then, Chang Bailin expressionlessly made a hand gesture.
In an instant, the people of Xia Shui Village pulled hunting rifles from behind their backs or from their waists.
The rifles were pitch-black, their cold barrels glinting in the firelight,
all aimed at Chu He, Sun Canxing, Yu Yingjie, Lai Yu Yao, and the others.
The group of young people were already on edge,
and the sight of this startled them, making them shrink back instinctively.
They looked closer and saw that the hunting rifles were crudely made,
clearly homemade firearms crafted by the Xia Shui villagers themselves.
Even so, the dark muzzles radiated a deadly aura that sent a chill down their spines.
Chang Zimo gripped a heavy hunting rifle in both hands, the weapon feeling as if it weighed a ton.
With a look of grim resolve in his eyes, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
BANG! A deafening roar
echoed through the silent mountain forest like a clap of thunder.
A large tree beside him was instantly snapped in half,
the break looking as if it had been torn apart by a giant beast, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.
The power was astounding.
Even a Low Level Martial Artist, if hit by such an attack,
would likely be either killed instantly or crippled.
To say nothing of this group of young people, who didn’t even qualify as Low Level Martial Artists.
Faced with such overwhelming firepower, they seemed so small and fragile, like lambs to the slaughter.
"I told you we shouldn’t have trusted that guy in the black duckbill cap!
I’m even starting to suspect he was in cahoots with these vicious villagers from Xia Shui Village.
If you had listened to me from the start, we wouldn’t have fallen step by step into this horrifying trap."
Zou Baixuan collapsed to the ground as if his bones had given out,
his voice choked with sobs as he spoke on the verge of a breakdown.
The situation had become an inescapable checkmate.
The dark muzzles were like the eyes of Demons, staring them down.
Facing all those hunting rifles,
they felt as if they were trapped in an invisible net,
unable to escape even if they had wings.
Although there might be a few experts in their group
who could potentially dodge the bullets with their agility,
Zou Baixuan knew in his heart that in a life-or-death moment like this,
those people would probably only save themselves, or at most, escape with their own students.
After all, anyone willing to work as a Martial Arts instructor probably wasn’t that powerful to begin with.
In short, as he saw it,
the vast majority of the young men and women had already fallen into a pit of despair,
with no glimmer of hope in sight.
But Chang Bailin completely ignored the chaos before him. He slowly knelt down, his movements pious and solemn.
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