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Chapter 346: Defying Fate (Fourth Update)
Chapter 346: Defying Fate (Fourth Update)
Yang Gong, is this kid?
As Hu Ma galloped towards his village, he found the situation amusing and entertaining, even vaguely recalling the Mountain Lord's words: "In the midst of the Five Sorrows, the Dragon Seed emerges, and the Fengshui Paradise nurtures the Loach..."
Yang Gong could indeed be considered a loach, born into poverty and becoming an incense burner, with only one belief in life—to risk his life for wealth and honor!
But it was precisely this kind of person who, when half of Mingzhou was affected by the Five Sorrows Deity, faintly and unknowingly, rushed to the most critical point of fate?
To Hu Ma, this was merely entertaining, as he understood the Mountain Lord's words. Since the Five Sorrows Deity had caused this chaos, there would inevitably be someone like this. If it wasn't Yang Gong, there would be someone else.
Even if there wasn't, pushing someone into this role wouldn't matter.
However, it just so happened that this person was Yang Gong, making the situation more interesting. Moreover, precisely because it was Yang Gong, Hu Ma, who had initially not planned to directly intervene, didn't mind doing something at the most critical moment in this chaotic situation.
He leaped onto the horse's back, tugged the reins forcefully for the first time, and then galloped like the wind on the night path. Even the horse seemed to sense a certain dangerous aura, becoming invigorated and galloping swiftly on the road.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The chilly night wind carried the heavy blood aura from the southwest, whistling past his ears.
Riding this fast horse, Hu Ma returned to his village in a very short time. He rode straight in, quickly jumped off the horse, and rushed into his inner courtyard, retrieving a black cloth bundle.
The servants in the village were startled to see him return, and they had already heard the shouting and slaughtering sounds that seemed to be right next to them, making their hearts race. They quickly grabbed their weapons and gathered around.
"Don't be afraid, as long as you stay in the village, nothing will happen," Hu Ma shouted to them. He took the black bundle, slung it over his shoulder, and jumped back onto the horse, preparing to leave.
But just as he was about to gallop out of the village, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned and looked at the group of servants with tense faces, his gaze settling on Zhou Datong, who was at the front of the crowd. He smiled and said, "Datong, there's a rare opportunity now."
"If you lead people out to fight for a while, there might be some benefits. Will you go?"
"..."
Zhou Datong was taken aback for a moment. Hearing the deafening shouts outside, his legs, which had been trained to be lively, were eager to try. But he still said, "If you ask me to go, I'll definitely go, but now..."
"No."
Hu Ma said, "It's all up to you. This has nothing to do with me. Going out will be dangerous, but the benefits may not be guaranteed..."
Zhou Datong immediately lost interest. "Only a fool would go. I might as well stay in the village and protect the villagers..."
He glanced at the villagers who had come to hide in the village early due to fear, especially the timid-looking, seemingly famous young widow. Hu Ma couldn't help but laugh and said, "Then you just guard the village."
Saying so, he laughed loudly, picked up the reins, and galloped out of the village.
In his mind, he thought of telling the second master later that the Zhou family's ancestors weren't very supportive. How come the younger generations don't even have an imperial fate? As he thought about this, he urged the noble horse under him to charge towards the battlefield filled with blood aura and malevolent energy. The horse sensed the bloody scent, becoming even more excited, and its hooves dug into the ground faster, as if it were flying.
At this moment, Yang Gong was fighting in the crowd, wielding a rusty farming saber. As a soul-bearing person, he was used to leading his brothers in their endeavors and always charged at the forefront.
Earlier, he had carried a sword, but after days of slashing and killing, the blade had become dull, and he didn't know where he had thrown it.
This saber was taken from a robber, but due to the heavy bloodstains from killing too many people, it was no longer as sharp and smooth to use.
But that didn't matter. Yang Gong's heart felt a bit heavy, and his right eyelid kept twitching violently. This was the largest group of bandits he had faced with his men, and it was the most dangerous charge.
As a soul-bearing person, his skills were naturally not weak, but for some reason, in the midst of this chaotic battle, waves of cold, eerie energy would occasionally surge towards his face, making it harder and harder for him to exert his strength.
Most critically, this was supposed to be the final battle to eliminate the bandits, yet danger seemed to approach him from time to time.
Sometimes, a few bandits would suddenly go berserk, charging at him with red eyes, or a weapon would be swung haphazardly towards his head.
Even his horse was tripped by a dead man, nearly throwing him to the ground.
But relying on his fierce courage and the loyalty of a few brothers who followed him unwaveringly into battle, he managed to hold on. They were on the verge of defeating the bandits, who were about to scatter and flee in disarray.
However, just at that moment, an arrow shot out from an unknown source, seemingly influenced by some mysterious force, flew straight into the crowd without missing a beat, piercing through numerous battling people, and heading directly towards Yang Gong's head.
As the arrow flew towards Yang Gong, it was at the peak of its deadly force, poised to pierce through his eye socket and penetrate his brain.
At that very moment, Yang Gong had just flipped over and slashed down a bandit leader, standing up straight. His comrades were each engaged with their own opponents, slightly further away, and none noticed the incoming arrow.
It seemed like a fateful coincidence!
Just as Yang Gong turned and sat back on his horse, preparing to charge forward with his blade, the arrow arrived.
Yang Gong saw the arrow, but his mind went blank for a moment, as if he had already envisioned the arrow piercing his skull.
He felt powerless, as if facing an inevitable destiny.
An ant, facing a towering mountain about to crush it, might experience a similar moment of blankness, unable to feel despair or fear, only an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Suddenly, the sound of urgent hoofbeats echoed from outside the crowd.
Hu Ma rode in on a swift horse, charging directly into the battlefield. Amidst the flashing blades and weapons, his horse seemed even more excited, not even stopping but leaping into the crowd.
If not for Hu Ma's tight grip on the reins, pulling the horse towards Yang Gong, it might have charged straight into the spear tips.
With the horse's wild momentum, Hu Ma quickly reached Yang Gong's side, and just as the fateful arrow was about to pierce Yang Gong's eye, he suddenly rose and grabbed it.
"Sssst!"
The arrow was only a finger's width from Yang Gong's eye when it abruptly stopped.
In the next moment, using the horse's momentum, Hu Ma and Yang Gong crossed paths, and Hu Ma, holding the arrow, smiled at Yang Gong, "What's wrong? Scared stiff? Didn't even try to dodge the arrow?"
"You..."
It wasn't until Yang Gong heard Hu Ma's laughter that he snapped out of his daze. Only then did he feel fear, but it was quickly replaced by the surprise of Hu Ma's appearance. "You little rascal, what are you doing here?"
"My village is right over there. You came to me."
"Catch!"
Hu Ma smiled at him and, with a swift motion, threw a black cloth-wrapped object towards Yang Gong. As the cloth unfurled in mid-air, Yang Gong caught it and found it to be a sword.
He tossed aside his rusty farming saber and drew out the new sword, feeling its chilling aura and gleaming blade. It was a rare treasure sword.
He was both shocked and delighted, overwhelmed with emotions. How did Hu Ma appear so timely, not only catching the deadly arrow but also knowing that he needed a suitable weapon?
"Take it and use it well."
The surrounding figures were a blur of chaos, and Hu Ma didn't have time for explanations. He simply smiled and nodded, saying, "Well done! That's the spirit, never giving up."
As he spoke, his noble horse reared, kicking down two men, and then carried him into the thick of the battle.
Yang Gong had so much he wanted to say, but Hu Ma's sudden arrival and swift departure left him speechless. After a moment, he finally blurted out, "You gave me this treasure, but what will you use?"
There was no time for further thought. Yang Gong's spirits soared, and he charged into the battle, feeling invincible, as if the small battlefield held no threat.
He didn't need to worry, for Hu Ma had already left the battlefield after seizing the deadly arrow and providing Yang Gong with a suitable weapon.
Although the horse was reluctant, Hu Ma managed to pull it away from the fight. Once out of the fray, he dismounted and left the horse, not concerned with whether it would charge back in.
Hu Ma quickly walked into the night, and not long after, he saw Xiao Hong Tang leading the way, guiding him back to Seventh Aunt and Zhang Aogu. Smiling, he turned to Xiao Hong Tang and said, "Do we have everything we need?"
"Xiao Hong Tang, we're ready to set up the altar and capture the evil spirit!"
"..."
Xiao Hong Tang nodded vigorously and showed Hu Ma the small blue basket hanging on her arm, filled with incense, candles, and other items.
Beside them, Zhang Aogu couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "You're a New Year Guardian, why do you need to set up an altar?"
There were many more questions: Why are you here? Who is this Seventh Aunt? Who is the master who will deal with the Five Sins Demon? When you mentioned setting up an altar to capture the evil spirit, did you mean...?
But Hu Ma didn't give her time to ask. He turned to her and smiled, "I know how to set up altars, remember? You taught me."
(End of Chapter)
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