Chapter 491
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Chapter 491: This Is Not the Car to XX!
The death of the armored flying zombie served its purpose: the act of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys proved effective. Even as White Song severed the head of the enemy, the woman who had executed the precise sneak attack said nothing further.
Up ahead, Pansilk Cave Lord pulled the carriage forward with the strength of a roaring engine, a cross between a powerful motorcycle and a Wuling Hongguang. Behind them, the Yin Mountains fell silent, as though pretending nothing had happened.
The Hujia Grave was the first hurdle overcome.
Just half an hour earlier, it had seemed like an insurmountable life-or-death challenge. Now, having been handled so easily, it left an almost surreal sense of disbelief. Bai Wei, feigning nonchalance, shifted his focus to the nearby woman.
She was beautiful, though her age was difficult to determine.
Her name was Murong Nu, ranked fourth on the infamous blacklist. Rumor had it she was a half-elf born in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, her lineage not overly mysterious. However, whispers suggested she had ventured to the Great Wilderness, where she gained the ancient god’s power.
Her intentions were straightforward: to earn money.
“There’s nothing in the world money can’t buy. If it can’t, you simply haven’t offered enough.”
“How much do you charge?” Bai Wei asked curiously.
“It depends. The starting price for killing someone is a thousand gold,” Murong replied.
“But I’m not asking you to kill anyone.”
“That’s why protection costs more,” Murong quipped.
Bai Wei rapped on the carriage, addressing Nalan Qingshu. “Can Little Green afford this?”
“After restoring the country, perhaps,” Nalan replied. “But even if we had that kind of money, why waste it on bodyguards? Recruitment, provisions, and military pay are already stretching us thin. We can only offer empty promises.”
Murong smiled faintly, unfazed by the harsh truth. “The real business isn’t with her—it’s with Princess Bai Ze.”
The carriage door opened, and Chao Lu stepped out gracefully.
“You mean the reward for keeping me alive?” she asked.
Murong nodded.
“And what does this reward entail?” Chao Lu continued. “It’s easy to buy my death, but my life comes at a higher price.”
“The reward is time-based—seven days,” Murong explained.
“But three days have already passed,” Chao Lu pointed out.
Murong chuckled softly. “Whether I’m present or not doesn’t matter. I’ll appear when needed, and if not, you’re better off without me.”
Chao Lu narrowed her eyes. “Are you looking to have more than one fish in your net?”
Murong respected her sharpness. “You’ve endured hardships, haven’t you?”
Nalan Qingshu, feeling slighted, couldn’t contain her frustration, but Murong remained calm. “The reward for capturing someone alive is higher. I’ll earn a quarter of the bounty. There’s no need to fight your Mr. Bai for thousands of miles.”
Bai Wei smiled, shrugging. “A thousand miles? I wouldn’t go that far—barely a hundred steps, and I’d end it myself.”
Chao Lu frowned, her tone sharp. “Afraid of our young master, are you?”
Murong met her gaze with amusement. “If I feared him, I wouldn’t be here. Still, crossing the river only to burn the bridge would make no sense.”
Bai Wei nodded slightly. “Understood—it’s just business.”
“Just business,” Murong agreed, sipping from her wine gourd.
“For four days, at least, you’ll be safe,” she added, her voice steady.
Murong gazed at the starry sky. “I can guess where you’re heading—either the Imperial Court or Xiangyang City.”
“Which one?” Bai Wei asked.
“It doesn’t matter. Neither can be reached in four days,” Murong answered.
The Pansilk Cave Lord, pulling the carriage, shouted enthusiastically, “Speeding up! No one can keep up with me!”
Murong warned lightly, “Running too fast isn’t wise. Shall I lighten your load by removing your legs?”
Pansilk shuddered. “No need!”
Bai Wei, amused, pulled the reins tighter.
Murong continued nonchalantly. “The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom is a chaotic mess. I had property there once, but after the city fell, it was all reduced to bones.”
Bai Wei sighed. “The famine is
cruel—people eating each
other, the cold years
unrelenting.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to settle
elsewhere?” Murong
suggested.
Bai Wei smiled wryly. “Not
everyone has the luxury of
leaving.”
Murong’s eyes glinted under
the moonlight. She raised her
hand, parting an unseen veil.
The moon shifted slightly, and
her expression darkened.
“This isn’t the road to
Xiangyang City,” she stated.
Bai Wei’s calm reply cut
through the air. “Didn’t you
already suspect that?”
Murong whispered, her voice
edged with tension, “Qingyang
City?”
Bai Wei offered a polite smile.
“The door is sealed. It’s far too
late to jump off now.”
