Hundred Corpse Pool!
When Li Qingniu heard this, his face instantly went deathly pale, and his hands and feet began to tremble.
Ever cautious, he couldn't help asking, "The last group of night watchmen, along with the stockade's formal disciples, all died at Hundred Corpse Pool. We're still going there on night watch?"
Yuanzhu gave a cold snort. "Our Black Mountain Stronghold makes its living by exorcising evil. The more dangerous Hundred Corpse Pool is, the more it needs us. Didn't you know that before you came here? You two get ready and gather at the stockade gate in half an hour. If you don't dare come, roll up your bedding and go home."
With that, Yuanzhu swept away, righteous indignation in every step.
Chen Mo was sharp-minded and could naturally tell that Yuanzhu was deliberately targeting him.
He'd known all along that Yuanzhu was no good, but he hadn't expected the man to pull a knife from the shadows so soon.
But when he thought about it, it made sense.
From Yuanzhu's perspective, this was probably the best time to make a move against him. Once assignments were handed out and Chen Mo was placed under Li Yuanlong, Yuanzhu might not find it so easy to make a move.
Chen Mo had never been the type to blame heaven and earth for his troubles. He said nothing, only writing Yuanzhu's name in the little book in his heart.
Chen Mo returned to the communal dormitory, picked up his broad saber, made sure his dagger was concealed, and prepared to leave.
Seeing Li Qingniu nearby with a Hunting Bow in hand, hesitating, Chen Mo said, "If you're scared, you don't have to come and risk your life."
Li Qingniu looked up at Chen Mo. "Aren't you scared?"
After spending several