Chapter 411 - 326
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The houses in the Stockade were built from stone, with tiled roofs; it seemed another reason for courting death was that in the courtyard of the Stockade, amongst all the houses, hung some red streamers and lanterns.
Even so, the people within the Stockade seemed to be on guard; a few people ran up from the foot of the mountain into the courtyard, rushing into the houses to report something.
The people in the courtyard didnât know what had happened, but they knew something significant had occurred.
In the high sky, they couldnât hear the voices of the people below in the Stockade; they could only lower themselves a bit.
Luo Yaxuanâs questions came through, and Mo Wen explained the situation here to him.
Luo Yaxuan was now more certain that the people leading them to another mountain definitely intended to harm them.
âYou all sneak a look, donât alert them; just see where the person weâre looking for is.
See where they are hiding people,â he instructed.
âAlright, weâll go have a look,â they responded.
âBe careful, just observe for now, donât make any moves.
If they spot you, immediately run out.
The people in the Stockade are wicked and surely have other traps,â he warned.
âAlright, we understand,â they acknowledged.
Mo Wen, accompanying Ding Ling, chose not to land directly from the sky but in a forest near the Stockade, where they stayed in the trees to watch the Stockade from a close distance.
Luo Yaxuan had already surveyed their surroundings from the sky and came down to whisper the details into Lai Jianlinâs ear.
Lai Jianlin nodded in agreement, deciding not to waste more time wandering with these deceivers.
With a look to his companions, they all used their Flying Treasures to ascend into the sky, picking up those few people along.
The young master who had returned from the sky made them tremble with fear, knowing that their lies were about to be exposed.
Just when they were waiting to be questioned, hoping to explain, they didnât expect to be suddenly taken up into the high sky, which caused them, who couldnât yet use Flying Treasures, to panic and squawk in terror.
âGood Sirs, good Sirs, please let us go!â they pleaded.
âGood Sirs, we havenât done anything wrong, we are just following the Shopkeeperâs orders,â they explained.
âYes, yes, itâs all the Shopkeeperâs doing,â they admitted.
One by one, they began begging for mercy, with some of the workers turning against the Shopkeeper.
Now high above, fearing for their lives if they fell, they screamed heedlessly.
âYouâŚ, Iâm just following orders from above, I also had no choice,â the Shopkeeper said angrily, looking at his subordinates.
At that moment, knowing everyone wanted to survive, he too quickly shifted responsibility onto the Mountain King.
âHmph, if you donât confess truthfully, weâll drop you from up high to feed the Demonic Beasts,â Lai Jianlinâs subordinates threatened those they had picked up.
âGood Sirs, donât throw me down; I really donât know anything, I work in the back kitchen.
Iâm not aware of the Shopkeeperâs and the workersâ affairs, and some secrets they donât even tell me,â one of them said.
At this, everyoneâs gaze shifted toward the Waiter and the Shopkeeper.
âGood Sirs, Iâm also just following orders; there are people waiting to meet us.
Where they have taken the person?
We truly have no idea,â the Shopkeeper could only dodge the issue, but he could no longer deny having done wrong.
âGentlemen, I really donât know either.
There are things I have to do as the Shopkeeper says, and besides, we have a leader.
We have to do what the leader says.
Where they take people?
We really donât know,â the Waiter said, his face turning pale, though his expression remained somewhat composed, indicating he had been involved in many such things and was more experienced.
âTell us where your Stockade is.
If you donât fess up, we could just go looking for it ourselves and send you first into a Demonic Beastâs mouth,â Luo Yaxuan threatened.
At Luo Yaxuanâs words, the Shopkeeper and his companions exchanged looks, torn between speaking up and remaining silent, afraid of retribution from above.
If these men werenât enough to handle the Mountain King, theyâd have a chance to be recognized by the king, and in the end, they would still be killed.
âYouâre still not talking?
Actually, even if you donât, I already know.
Do you think we only have these few people?
Heh, we have already found out.
Over those few mountain peaks in the opposite direction, our people have reached your stockade,â Luo Yaxuan said, unafraid that these people would find out.
Even if they knew, they lacked the ability to transmit information through Spiritual Power, and to send messages via talisman, they would need to have their hands free to get the talisman out.
Right now, these people were bound by ropes.
The ropes used to bind them were not ordinary hemp ropes.
Even if they had cultivation, they couldnât cut through them; this was a special kind of binding material.
As Luo Yaxuan spoke, the captivesâ faces turned ashen.
The shopkeeper hadnât expected that his plot would be uncovered.
Now, whether he spoke or not, the stockade already faced the danger of being wiped out.
He truly regretted it.
When he had encountered those people earlier today, and they had not yet been knocked out, why hadnât he just knocked them out immediately instead of talking to them?
If he hadnât done that, right, those people wouldnât have had the chance to look for help and none of this wouldâve happened.
Itâs like walking a dark path too often; eventually, one encounters a ghost.
This was meeting a ghost, who seemed so strong, so powerful.
He wondered whether their stockade could escape this calamity, but it seemed they might not be able to escape it after all.
Upon this realization, the shopkeeper figured that even if he divulged the stockadeâs secrets, he would still face death, so he might as well keep silent.
âHeroes, young masters, we just run a teahouse on the street, acting as their informants.
We donât know about the stockadeâs arrangements.
Besides, weâve always been at the foot of the mountain.
Whether they took someone prisoner there or sold them off, we have no idea,â the shopkeeper said, and his workers nodded in agreement.
The shopkeeper held a slightly higher position and knew a bit more about what went on up on the mountain.
As for the chefs and workers in the teahouse, they were just minor lackeys of the stockade.
Despite what these people said, the captors didnât believe their words.
Unable to extract anything valuable, Luo Yaxuan decided to question Mo Wen again.
The information returned by Mo Wen gave Luo Yaxuan yet another bad premonition.
This market might also be one of the places that Nangong Ximen passed through on his way back to his hometown.
Could his master, mistress, and junior sister, who had lost contact, also be related to this stockade?
âWhy is your stockade decorated with lights and colored fabrics, as if youâre preparing for a celebration?
Itâs unlikely that you would marry off someone so quickly after kidnapping them.
Could it be that you have kidnapped someone else?
A young couple, a young man, and a woman, were they also ensnared by you?â Luo Yaxuan inquired, leaving his companions puzzled.
Could it be that Luo Yaxuan had other companions coming to find him?
Upon hearing Luo Yaxuanâs words, the shopkeeper and his workers were taken aback, not expecting that both groups of people were related to this man.
Everyone was afraid to speak and silently lowered their heads.
âIâm asking you, if none of you speak, is that it?
If you donât talk, weâll just throw you down,â one of Luo Yaxuanâs subordinates threatened.
He also threatened the man in his hand, who was an apprentice in the kitchen and actually knew a bit.
Whenever there was a celebration in the stockade, or if a robbery was successful, he would be aware of some of it.
âPlease donât throw me down, hero.
Iâll tell you everything I know.
Please spare my life.
I am just a lowly lackey, with a wife and children, and an eighty-year-old mother to take care of.
Please let me go!â pleaded the kitchen apprentice.
âThen speak quickly.
Iâll consider whether to spare you after youâve spoken.
If you donât, then I definitely wonât spare you,â the subordinate commanded.
âIâll talk, Iâll talkâŚâ the man began, but before he could spill the secrets, his companions started to threaten him.
Naturally, it was the shopkeeper who spoke the threatening words.
âTraitor!
Once the Mountain King finds out, heâll kill you, flay you alive!â the others glared angrily at the man, furious at his willingness to betray them to save his skin.
But their expressions from before, that fear of death, wasnât that also desperation to survive?
âYouâre not afraid of death, are you?
Then letâs have you meet Yama first!â
Luo Yaxuan tossed Changgui, who was in his hand, from high above.
The shopkeeper hadnât expected this young master to throw someone just like that.
Wishing to deploy his cultivation technique but unable to do so while bound hand and foot, Changgui plummeted from the sky.
Even if he managed to survive, he would be severely injured and if not devoured by a Demonic Beast, he wouldnât live much longer.
âAhhhâŚ!â