Junior Disciple C

Chapter 153

Hao Chen took another breath to calm his chest down, and then, he took steps to follow the direction Feng Ye left.

The Xiqiang soldiers took Feng Ye out of the thatched hut. There was no one on duty around the hut. In the cold night, the soldiers who were supposed to be on guard all around hid in their tents, drinking and having fun.

Anyway, this group of slaves couldn't escape, and the huts where the slaves were held were all locked.Furthermore, even if you escape, where can you escape?

Those slaves with brand marks on obvious parts of their bodies will be discovered as long as they are exposed to others, and they will still be captured in the end, and their fate will be unimaginably tragic.

So they never worried that someone would escape. Being a guard in the quarry was one of the easiest jobs in the Xiqiang army. They were so lazy that they were not punished by their superiors.

Feng Ye followed the soldiers all the way, but didn't see the other guards in a daze.In addition to the fact that many people are hiding in camps, it is also related to the fact that they are walking on deserted and remote paths.

To do this kind of thing is to find a remote corner, the less people come to the place, the better.

After walking for more than half a stick of incense, the soldiers leading the way in front stopped.Feng Ye looked around. This is an abandoned quarry, a little further away from where they worked during the day.

There are no lights and no people here.

There is nothing here except the darkness of night.

It's in the right place.

"Hi." The soldier belched again, spewing out an unpleasant smell of alcohol. He turned around, and all the smell of alcohol sprayed on Feng Ye's face.

Feng Ye's eyebrows twitched slightly, like a sword that was about to be unsheathed.Just about to, his face is still as submissive as a harmless sheep.

He lowered his head slightly, looking secretly at the surrounding environment.While he was looking at it, the soldier whose body was so hot from the alcohol had already stretched out his hand impatiently.

His five fingers were not clean, and there was still putty between them.He is not like Feng Ye's slaves, who need to do heavy labor, so that he has no time to clean himself.

His uncleanness is only due to his personal sloppiness, and the beard on his face has not been taken care of. It was wetted by wine and stuck together, making a mess.

It was such a person, with such hands, reaching out to Feng Ye's face, as if wanting to pinch Feng Ye's cheeks.

Hao Chen's five fingers were already creaking so hard, he stared at the dirty hands, wishing he could chop them off.

He turned to Feng Ye who was still bowing his head. He knew that Feng Ye would not be caught without a fight, but even if he was touched by such a person, he would feel unbearable heartache.

Hao Chen's heart was hanging high, his eyes moved along with the soldier's hands, and he saw that the hands covered with plaster were about to touch Feng Ye's clean cheeks.

Getting closer, getting closer...

Then, when he actually came into contact with Feng Ye, his fingertips brushed past Feng Ye's face by a hair's breadth.

The soldier hiccupped again, and his body shook slightly. Alcohol made him lose his sense of balance and control of his limbs. He thought it was because his hand was outstretched, so he retracted, ready to touch it again.

However, he was an inch away from Feng Ye, and he didn't touch anything.

He finally realized that it wasn't that his hand was outstretched, but that Feng Ye was dodging him.

A little anger rose on the soldier's drunken face. How dare a slave resist him?

He reached out and wiped the wet wine on his beard indiscriminately, and then pulled out the whip hanging from his waist.

He was going to teach Feng Ye a lesson first. To deal with this kind of disobedient slave, he had to give him a good beating until his skin was ripped apart.

He raised his whip high and swung it down as usual.However, the person who should be curled up under his whip, unable to do anything but be beaten, is not what he imagined.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand to catch the flicking tail of the whip, and he finally raised his head in front of the soldiers, raising his head aboveboard.

Just looking up at himself is already a provocation for a soldier.The lowly slaves can only look up to the Xiqiang people respectfully!

The soldier became even more angry. He tried hard to pull the whip back, and then swung it again.

He thought it was just luck that Feng Ye was able to receive the whip, how could this group of submissive slaves have any skills?Those who dared to resist them were killed by the invincible army of Xiqiang long before entering the city.

Inspired by his anger, he exerted all his strength, but the whip did not move at all, as if it had been welded into Feng Ye's hand.

While in shock, he met Feng Ye's eyes.

Those low-browed and pleasing obediences all disappeared at this moment. It was the first time that Feng Ye took pains to cover up the burning thing in his heart in front of people for the first time in the past month.

What kind of eyes are these? In a trance, the soldier felt that what he was facing was not some harmless slave like a sheep, but one that was staring at him viciously, ready to jump up and bite off his larynx at any time. the wolf.

No, not the wolf.Hao Chen looked at Feng Ye's long-lost expression, and thought a little pleasantly.

This is basically a tyrannosaurus that is angry. Even if Feng Ye usually puts on sheep's clothing and pretends to be as harmless as a sheep, and obeys the threat of the Xiqiang soldiers' whips, he is still a dragon after all.

Even if all the memory is lost, the things in his bones will not be changed. He will never be willing to just be a slave who has been bullied.When the time comes, he will reveal his hidden minions and tear the bones of his enemies.

And right now, Feng Ye has been waiting for a month for this opportunity.

Although there are not many Xiqiang soldiers guarding the camp, only a dozen or so slaves will be matched with a guard.

But even if there are not many, these well-trained soldiers with weapons are difficult to deal with. Once someone resists, the surrounding soldiers will immediately come to support the suppression.

It was very difficult for Feng Ye to try to escape from it.Over the past month, he has been observing the frequency and shifts of those soldiers' patrols, trying to find a gap to escape.

It's a pity that they haven't been found. Although these soldiers acted lazily, the generals who lined up for them should not be idiots.

But now, there was only this one soldier in front of him, and Feng Ye didn't have the confidence to face so many people, but if he fought alone, he estimated the skills of the soldier in front of him, and he was confident that he would win.

The soldier sensed something was wrong from Feng Ye's eyes, and the whip that he couldn't get back made him realize that this slave might have certain martial arts.

His half-level level can beat those weak slaves, but it is almost impossible to win against such skilled people.

But even so, he would not look up at this lowly slave, his eyes were still condescending, and he was going to shout loudly to call for the support of his companions.

It was quiet at night, as long as he shouted loudly enough, those Xiqiang soldiers huddled in their tents should be able to hear them.

He was about to open his mouth, when Feng Ye's eyes froze, he realized the soldier's plan.

Now that he has shown his minions, it is equivalent to breaking the boat. Once he fails, there is no possibility for him other than being captured and beaten to death by these Xiqiang people.

Therefore, he will never give the other party a chance to call for support.

"Come..." The soldier just shouted a word.For this one word, he just yelled the first half of the sound, and the second half of the soaring consonant has not had time to spit out from his throat.

Feng Ye yanked the whip hard, and when the soldiers yanked him hard, he didn't move a muscle.But when he pulled the soldier hard, the soldier staggered and rushed towards him.

Feng Ye dodged sideways, and he went around behind the soldiers.

Then, with the long whip in his hand, he directly stuck the soldier's throat with the whip, and cut off all the shouts that were about to come out.

He hugged each other from the back, looking very intimate, but there was no warmth in his eyes except for the cold killing intent.

He held a section of the whip with both hands, and slowly tightened it.

The soldier whose neck was strangled by the whip kept struggling under Feng Ye's restraint, but all his struggles couldn't help Feng Ye. The soldier's face was flushed due to lack of oxygen, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

He hasn't lost his sanity yet, because Feng Ye didn't strangle the opponent's throat immediately, he intentionally slowed down the killing process.

Feng Ye suddenly started talking, and he whispered into the soldier's ear.

"One day a month ago, you beat someone to death with this whip. I don't know if you remember it."

The soldier didn't answer, he couldn't make a sound at all, he was grabbing the whip around his neck with both hands, trying to loosen it a little and let himself breathe again.

However, the whip just got tighter and tighter, and Feng Ye's words continued.

"You probably don't remember." Feng Ye asked himself and answered, his tone sounded flat: "At that time you asked me to dispose of the corpse."

"I dug a hole and buried the corpse, but before filling the soil, the corpse still had its eyes open. I wanted to close his eyes, but he refused to close his eyes. Until I said in his ear After saying a word, he was willing to close his eyes."

"Do you want to know what I said?" Feng Ye asked again.

The soldier still couldn't answer, he kicked his legs indiscriminately, even though he knew that he would never be able to kick Feng Ye who was hiding behind him, he still kicked with all his strength.

His brain is chaotic due to lack of oxygen, and he has lost the ability to think rationally.

But Feng Ye's suddenly gloomy voice sounded like a sharp sword tearing through everything in his dazed mind.

"I said, I will kill you."

Feng Ye paused every word, every word was as cold as a sword's edge soaked in blood.

Untold fear suddenly rose in the soldier's mind, because of the imminence of death, and also because of Feng Ye's cold tone.

He rolled his eyes, his whole body twitched a few times, and died in great fear.

The body in his arms no longer struggled or moved, but Feng Ye still did not let go.

He has no chance of failure, he must be cautious, so he is still pulling the whip tightly.

It wasn't until he felt the body's body temperature drop that Feng Ye was sure that this person was finally dead.

He finally let go of his hand, and the moment he let go, he also slumped to the ground.

He took a big mouthful of breath to calm down his exhausted body, and eased his lingering shock.

Although he seemed to have a formidable killing intent, and he didn't hesitate when he did it, this was actually his first time killing someone, the first time since he could remember.

A life that was originally fresh was lost in his hands, and it was impossible for him not to be nervous.But being nervous was nervous, but he didn't feel guilty about killing someone.

That soldier beat Feng Ye's family members to death without mercy back then, so his death in Feng Ye's hands today was just karma.

It wasn't just this soldier, the other Xiqiang soldiers were also bloody and debt-ridden, and it would not be an exaggeration to kill them all.But Feng Ye didn't have the ability to kill them all. He was able to kill this soldier because of his unique opportunity.

After Feng Ye recovered his breathing, he got up from the ground again, and he took a last look at the corpse on the ground.

The whip was still tightly wrapped around the soldier's neck, so tight that it seemed to have been embedded in the flesh.

This is the murder weapon he used to commit crimes in the past, he never imagined, but tonight it became his seduction.

After Feng Ye finished reading, he walked towards the outside of the camp without hesitation. Although he didn't find a chance to escape during this month's observation, it was not useless.

He knew the location of the soldiers' tents in the quarry camp by heart, and in order to remember it better, he would review the locations he had noted during the day every night when he had dinner.

Tonight, it finally came in handy.

Under the cold moonlit night, a long-planned escape finally kicked off.