"Sure enough, there's a connection."
Liu Hei Wu said nothing. He sat before the campfire, gripping his saber tightly.
"This is truly bizarre."
They traveled the martial world, escorting goods and cargo.
During long journeys, they occasionally encountered strange and sinister incidents. But that really was only occasionally. Encountering one once every two or three years was already considered terribly unlucky. How could anyone encounter one after another along the same road?
"Brother."
"My respects."
At that moment, a young man in a fitted martial outfit, carrying a long sword, approached.
"What can I do for you?"
Liu Hei Wu asked.
"My name is Yang Wenbin. I'm from Zhu County."
"Forgive me for disturbing you."
"I hope you won't take offense."
The young man named Yang Wenbin exchanged a few polite words before lowering his voice. "The sounds in these woods are probably ominous. They're likely connected to that mad refugee rushing into the forest."
"Forgive my bluntness, but I can see that you're also a martial artist."
"I humbly ask for your assistance."
"If nothing unusual happens later, then so be it. But if something comes out of the woods, I hope you'll join us in attacking it."
As he spoke,
Yang Wenbin pointed toward the campfire opposite them.
Seven or eight burly men with fierce auras had gathered there, each holding a weapon.
And in front of the other campfires,
men holding weapons were also looking this way.
These were all the martial artists of Yangshan County. Although they had fled in a sorry state, they were strong and sturdy, and all possessed martial skills. They were also core members of the various refugee groups, protecting their fellow villagers along the way.
"It's my duty."
Liu Hei Wu cupped his hands and agreed at once.
"Thank you, Brother."