Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 502 I'll grant your wish (28)

Zhao San helped Xiong Bufan avoid many traps along the way, and he was barely breathing.

They had planned to ambush Xiong Bufan and Mo Qiong, but they never expected that they and the people in the village would be the ones who got hurt.

Xiong Bufan: "How much longer until we arrive?"

Zhao San hummed but didn't say anything.

Mo Qiong thought they had arrived at an oasis, but in reality there was no greenery at all; the scene they had just witnessed seemed like an illusion.

This seems to be a virtual scene. "Master, something's fishy about this place."

Kongkong explained, "Bufan, what you just saw was a reflection from elsewhere, what people often call a mirage."

Xiong Bufan looked around and said, "There's no sea here, and no buildings either!" If there were, she would like to get some food.

Silent and speechless, Xiong Bufan had forgotten all the knowledge he had learned. "This is a natural landscape."

"Ow."

Zhao San, his face covered in blood, was dragged behind. The sun beat down on him mercilessly, and he felt as if he were about to die.

Following the scent, Xiong Bufan crossed another hill before finally arriving at the village.

It's called a village, but it's actually just a few small houses built of wood, with a few small trees planted over there, and yellow sand everywhere.

Xiong Bufan was overjoyed to see the village. "Look, I've arrived!"

Zhao San remained silent, his lifeless eyes gazing despairingly at the sky.

Mo Qiong: "Master, be careful, there might be an ambush here."

"I know." With that, Xiong Bufan swaggered in, dragging Zhao San along.

As soon as he entered the village, something seemed to have been triggered, and five or six people suddenly sprang out from around him, pointing knives at Xiong Bufan. "Release our Third Master, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Xiong Bufan dragged Zhao San in front of him. "If you want me to release him, it's simple. Give me the money."

Before he could finish speaking, the men who had raised their knives rushed over.

They didn't care at all whether Zhao San lived or died.

Xiong Bufan picked up Zhao San and said, "Look, they don't want you anymore."

Mo Qiong took out her knife and stood in front of Xiong Bufan, quickly knocking them all to the ground.

“Listen to my master, or I will kill you all.”

Zhao San: "Kill them, kill them."

Mo Qiong looked at the person on the ground, and for a moment she didn't know who he was talking about killing.

Xiong Bufan didn't care about any of that. He grabbed Zhao San and headed to the nearest house to look for valuables or food.

Mo Qiong held the knife to cover Xiong Bufan's retreat.

The room was simply furnished: a bed covered with rabbit skins, a table with a worn-out earthenware jar filled with sand and water on it, and some other basic furniture.

There was no food, and no money.

Xiong Bufan, unwilling to give up, searched through the room again, even digging a hole under the bed, just like she always did when hiding things.

They dug something up this time, but it was just some dry, hard cakes.

Xiong Bufan threw Zhao San on the ground and stomped on him hard. Aren't they bandits? Why are they so poor?

Seeing Xiong Bufan's irritable state, Mo Qiong advised, "Master, there are other rooms. Take a look; you might find some silver there."

"You're right, I'll take another look."

Xiong Bufan searched through more than a dozen houses, but found nothing but a pile of dried bread and a few taels of silver.

The effort and the reward were completely disproportionate, which made Xiong Bufan very irritable.

Mo Qiong followed Xiong Bufan closely, searching for silver or food, but unfortunately, there simply wasn't enough.

She could only fill water bags with all the water in the house. Although these were water that others had drunk from, they could still be drunk after being boiled.

In harsh environments, don't ask for too much; water is enough.

After realizing he couldn't be saved, Zhao San lost all will to live and died.

People in the martial arts world believe in the importance of a peaceful burial, and Xiong Bufan didn't have the habit of collecting the bodies of strangers, so he simply threw Zhao San out.

The people in the village were his accomplices; they should be able to collect his body, right?

Mo Qiong: "Master, those people outside have run away."

Xiong Bufan was taken aback, then said, "Oh, poor Zhao San, he doesn't even have anyone to collect his body."

As night fell, continuing on the road was not a wise choice, so Xiong Bufan decided to rest for the night.

Mo Feng was living a very comfortable life, but hearing about Xiong Bufan's reputation in the martial arts world gave him a headache.

They say they're traveling, but they're probably just causing trouble. More than one sect has already sent word that Xiong Bufan has killed their disciples.

These sects only sent the letter to Mo Shan Sect because they thought he was easy to bully, instead of delivering it directly to Xiong Bufan.

Mo Feng wrote back to the various sects, roughly saying: If you have any problems, go to the sect leader or the former sect master. He is a disciple and cannot make decisions for his master.

If you are really not convinced, please wait until Xiong Bufan returns and come to him in person to reason with him. He is always welcome to do so.

After writing the letter, Mo Feng felt much of his frustration dissipate.

Hopefully, when these sects encounter his master, they will also have the courage to file a complaint.

As far as he knew, his master hated it most when people made false accusations.

Mo Feng put the letter in an envelope and handed it to his junior disciple, Mo Chen, saying, "Go and have someone send it out."

"Yes, Acting Sect Leader."

Mo Feng looked at the flickering candle on the desk and rubbed his temples.

He picked up another letter from the table, which was mailed back by Mo Qiong. As expected, it was another letter asking for money, requesting that she approve the activity funds.

Otherwise, Xiong Bufan will come back and beat him up.

Master and Senior Sister are really good at running around. Now they've run to the border again, where they're not eating or drinking well. No matter how many times he thinks about it, Mo Feng is extremely grateful for his decision to stay behind and guard the sect.

Mo Feng took out a hundred taels of silver notes and stuffed them into the envelope, intending to have a messenger deliver them the next day.

The matter of establishing branch sects needs to be put on the agenda; otherwise, sending letters every day will cost a lot of money.

Xiong Bufan is sometimes a genius because she always manages to help people find the most suitable job for them.

Mo Qiong is ruthless and good at going out with her, while Mo Feng is good at scheming and suitable for managing the affairs of the sect.

The next morning, Xiong Bufan got out of bed, packed his things, and prepared to continue his journey.

The notebook is no longer of much use to her; she needs to use her nose to find Mochou's mother.

After finishing their meal, they prepared to set off, but Mochou, who went to fetch the horse, had a bitter expression on her face.

"Master, the horse has been stolen."

Xiong Bufan: "Were any other valuables stolen from the carriage?"

Mo Qiong looked distressed. "The cushion was taken too, Master. What should we do?"

I should have tied the horses closer together yesterday, otherwise they wouldn't have gotten lost.

Xiong Bufan was unusually magnanimous. "It's alright, I forgive you. Let's go for a walk."

"It's Master."

The horses weren't lost; Xiong Bufan got up in the middle of the night, starving, roasted them, and ate them.

I just didn't call her at the time because I was afraid Mo Qiong wouldn't agree.

By the time Xiong Bufan realized what was happening, only a skeleton remained of the horse.

The horsehide is still hanging in the space, which has been divided into a small area to store it separately, for fear that it might cause other things to smell bad.