Killing for Treasure, Caring for a Friend's Wife
Faced with this situation, the young man had no choice but to spend money to avoid further trouble.
He only hoped that the other party would be lenient and let him off the hook, and not take away the ginseng he was holding, which was meant to treat his seriously ill mother.
However, the young scholar clearly underestimated the evil in human nature, underestimated the Greed appetites of these thugs, and overestimated their conscience.
They followed and chased after him all the way. Although they knew that the wooden box in the young scholar's hand contained a valuable medicinal herb, they did not know what this herb was.
It was then learned from the young man that this was actually a century-old ginseng.
Whether they were five thugs with the cultivation level of Soul Master or a local bully who had reached the level of Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster, they all had eyes gleaming with Greed, like ordinary wolves.
"You brat, you think you can get away with this with just a few Silver Soul Coin? You think you can treat Delia like that?"
"You'd better hand over your valuables and the ginseng you're carrying right now, or don't blame us for being impolite."
"By then, not only will your supposedly terminally ill mother be unable to leave this alley alive, but you too will be leaving today."
The local thug released his Martial Soul, and a rusty knife appeared in his hand, with two Soul Ring, one white and one yellow, pulsating up and down.
Such cultivation level and Soul Ring combination are utterly insignificant compared to Dai Mubai, but to the young scholar trapped in the alley, they are incredibly Intimidation, filling him with utter despair.
When the local thugs spoke, the other five hooligans also released their Martial Soul. Although their Martial Soul were extremely ordinary and all had ten-year white Soul Ring, it made the young scholar feel even more bitter and desperate.
"You... you... you've gone too far! I'll fight you to the death!!" Seeing that this group of thugs not only wanted to rob him of all his belongings, but even wanted to take away the century-old ginseng he used to treat his elderly mother's illness.
The young scholar immediately summoned his calligraphy brush Martial Soul, intending to fight the group of thugs in front of him to the death.
"They're courting death, daring to resist!"
"Hey guys, kill him! Chop him up and throw him out to feed the dogs!"
As soon as the local thugs spoke, the five hooligans, their faces contorted with cruel and bloodthirsty grins, immediately prepared to unleash their Soul Skill on the thin scholar.
However, at the critical moment, the chess pieces, attached to their strings, fell from the sky.
The chess piece accurately struck the forehead of the local thug leader and five hooligans, then silently merged into the group.
Then, a flash of blue-purple light appeared in the eyes of the six thugs, and at the same time, their movements as they were about to attack the frail young scholar froze.
The next second, the six thugs silently withdrew their Martial Soul, then turned and walked out of the alley, heading towards the edge of the Soul Hunting Town.
Only in the alley remained, the young scholar holding a Martial Soul brush in one hand and tightly clutching a wooden box containing a hundred-year-old ginseng in the other, gazing at the scene with a puzzled expression.
Although I don't know exactly what happened.
However, seeing the six thugs leave, he managed to save the century-old ginseng that he had been saving for his elderly mother's medical treatment.
A look of relief and relief appeared on the young man's face.
Fearing the six thugs might return, the young man withdrew his Martial Soul, carefully tucked the wooden box containing the ginseng into his robe, and then hurriedly ran towards the Chao Family.
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In a residential area on the east side of Soul Hunting Town, where the environment is slightly better than the outermost edge of the town, there is a simple but very tidy little house.
At this moment, a man who looked very mature and composed was sitting at the round table in the living room, while a middle-aged woman was standing to the side holding a child.
The woman was dressed very simply, but even so, her gentle and graceful appearance could not be concealed.
While her appearance wasn't exactly stunning, she was still quite beautiful, at least in this Soul Hunting Town, which was mostly populated by rough-looking men, she could be considered an extremely beautiful woman, or rather, a beautiful lady.
But for some unknown reason, the woman appeared extremely tired, with red and swollen eyes, a pale and haggard face, and was shrouded in a gloomy aura of grief.
"Wanrong, please accept my condolences. Those of us in this line of work are always living on the edge, risking our lives. Entering the Star Dou Forest to hunt Soul Beast for our clients to obtain Soul Ring is inherently extremely risky."
"During our Soul Hunting Team's mission to help our client hunt for Soul Ring, we unexpectedly encountered a high-age Soul Beast. Brother Chen Ping was unfortunately seriously injured and died. My fellow Soul Hunting Team members and I are all deeply saddened by this."
"This is the reward our Soul Hunting Team received for this mission; it belongs to Brother Chen Ping."
"The other brothers in the team gave Chen Ping an extra 10%, and I also added another 20% on my own. This is all as a token of my appreciation as the team leader and as a brother, as compensation for the passing of Brother Chen Ping."
As he spoke, Wang Liang took out two money bags and placed them on the round table.
As he spoke, his gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, swept over the woman's gentle, beautiful yet sorrowful and haggard face, and over her full breasts that strained against her plain clothes.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, and a subtle, unfathomable depth flashed in his seemingly upright and composed eyes.
"Thank you, Captain Wang, and thank you to all the other members of the Soul Hunting Team."
As she spoke, the gentle woman curtsied gracefully, her face showing a mixture of gratitude, sorrow, and bitterness.
However, the woman's sorrowful and vulnerable appearance did not evoke any pity in Wang Liang; instead, it prevented the lustful glint in his eyes from intensifying.
Just as the woman bowed and stood up, reaching for the two money pouches on the table, Wang Liang also reached out and grabbed at her hand.
"Captain Wang, what... what are you doing?" The woman recoiled as if she had been electrocuted the moment she touched Wang Liang's hand.
Wang Liang wasn't annoyed, but his deep eyes looked at the woman with an undisguised and intense passion.
"Wanrong, the deceased are gone, but the living must continue to live. These are difficult times, and for a woman like you with a child, it's even more difficult to make a living."
"As Chen Ping lay dying, he said that what he couldn't let go of most was you and your son, so he specifically begged me to take care of you."
"However, I had no idea how to take care of you at first, and now I see how difficult it is for you, a widow and her orphans, to live like this."
"Why don't you come with me, Wanrong? I'll treat you well from now on and never have to worry about making a living. I'll also treat your child, Chen Ping, as my own."
"What do you think, Wanrong?" Wang Liang asked, standing up and walking towards the woman.
The woman never expected that Wang Liang, the upright captain her husband had spoken of, would say such a thing. Her pale and haggard face flushed with shame and anger, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.