Chapter 1265: Chapter 838: The Cycle of Karma (6,000 Words)
Before Adila discovered Musa, Musa, who was positioned high up, had already spotted Adila first. At this moment, with the appearance of the latter nearby, Musa immediately sensed something was wrong.
Drawing from Musa’s experience, he also noticed that the number of Ghosts this time was several times more than before, and they came with ill intentions, extremely ferocious, and probably wouldn’t leave without taking a life.
However, in some respect, this was also a good sign. The anomalies on these Ghosts suggested that Yang Xiao and the others’ mission was going well.
As long as they could wait for Yang Xiao to return, then the mission would be over.
Of course, the premise was that he could survive the hurdle of Adila. This kid wasn’t stupid, what he could think of, Adila could too. This time, Adila came to deal with him.
But Musa was also very aware that tonight, one of them between him and Adila had to die.
The reason was simple. Without deaths, the Ghosts wouldn’t leave. If they didn’t leave, he couldn’t escape, and even if Yang Xiao and the others returned, they would face the pursuit of numerous Ghosts after docking the boat, leading eventually to a dead end.
But Musa also had a strong desire to survive. Between the two, it was better that Adila die.
Confronted with the advancing Adila, Musa did not immediately pull out the hidden weapon box. This was his trump card, he only had one chance.
At this moment, Adila couldn’t help but admire Musa’s courage and calculation. This old man had obviously already found a good hiding place.
It must be said, this was truly a great spot. Not only could the Ghosts not reach him, but the shadows from the heights couldn’t either. He had considered hiding in the trees, but for various reasons, he hadn’t done so.
After all, he was different from Musa, who had mobility issues. He was strong and had choices.
After Adila appeared, the Ghosts gathered under the cliff began to stir. Adila lit a candle, walked forward, and used the candlelight to drive back the approaching Ghosts, standing under the cliff, looking up at Musa above.
Their eyes met, and both could sense each other’s intentions from their gazes.
No communication, no idle talk, the confrontation between smart people was instantaneous.
Adila crouched down, picked up a sharp stone, coldly smiled, raised his head, squinting at Musa trapped in the protrusion of the cliff, taking an aiming pose while showing a mocking look.
And in response were only Musa’s determined eyes.
"Whoosh!"
A stone flew out at extremely high speed, but it hit next to Musa’s side, just slightly off.
Adila didn’t panic, continued picking up stones at his feet, and kept throwing them.
His goal was simple, to knock Musa down. Then he would fall into the encirclement of Ghosts, and after getting injured from the fall, he would undoubtedly die.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The oncoming stones increased in number, and Adila’s technique grew more and more adept. Soon enough, a stone hit Musa’s body, making him wobble twice, nearly falling over the cliff.
As time passed, Musa began to sustain injuries, with one stone even cutting his face, and blood dripped along the escarpment.
Finally, when Adila bent down one last time to pick up a stone, Musa made his move. With lightning speed, he pulled the hidden weapon box from his chest, aimed and fired in one smooth motion. At the moment Adila chose his desired stone and looked up, a cold arrow fell like a meteor.
Since the distance was too close, and from a higher position, this arrow was utterly impossible to dodge, but Adila’s reaction was equally swift. Although he couldn’t see what it was, he heard the sound of the arrow piercing the air.
With just a slight sidestep, the arrow avoided his head and face but still lodged into his shoulder.
Unprepared, Adila fell flat to the ground, but he immediately struggled to stand, first kicking away the candle and then scrambling away in a rather pitiful retreat.
Trapped on the cliff, Musa breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Adila wouldn’t return anytime soon, as he did not know how many cold arrows Musa still held.
More importantly, Musa had poisoned the arrowheads, and under such conditions, Adila couldn’t last long.
This time...he had won after all.
However, looking at his injured body, he knew it was also a narrow victory.
The Ghosts under the cliff had been led away by Adila, leaving 9 of them remaining, and these guys seemed determined to guard him there.
This was not a place to linger, after all, he also had to be wary of Adila’s revenge before his death, and his physical condition was quickly becoming unsustainable.
Musa retrieved the hidden weapon box, took out a candle from his chest, and lit it with a fire starter he carried.
He then cautiously began looking for a way down. After some twists and turns, he still stepped wrong and fell from a height of about one and a half meters.
Fortunately, his landing posture was decent, just a bit embarrassed but not badly hurt, and the candle in his hand did not extinguish.
Worried that Adila was still hiding nearby and needing rest, Musa did not leave immediately but instead sat at the base of the cliff, taking a brief respite.
The candle in his hand was his confidence. This candle could assure his safety for at least ten minutes, and he had one more such candle on him.
These were new candles from the temple, handed to him personally by Hafeez.
Roughly a minute later, Musa’s breathing became steady, and he supported himself against the cliff to rise with difficulty. Suddenly, he noticed that the candle flame before him had inexplicably diminished significantly and was growing weaker.
