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Ghost Coffin: Gate of Life and Death
墨書 Inktalez
The night was as dark as ink, deep within the Rocsha Ancient Road, a caravan escort team was slowly making its way forward.
The tall escort flag billowed fiercely in the wind, the four characters “Qing Yang Wu Shuang” stood out prominently against the deep blue background, exuding a sense of strength and vitality.
At the forefront of the team walked a man in a blue silk long robe, his gaze resembling the twinkling cold stars in the night sky—dim yet bright.
Beside the Man in Blue Silk, another figure walked in parallel. This person had a complexion like jade and strikingly handsome features, but a deep scar ran horizontally across his left cheek, adding an eerie touch to his otherwise extraordinary visage.
Behind these two men, over twenty guards and several young escort members were nervously watching the path ahead, as if fearing that something unexpected might occur. Each of them had their weapons slightly drawn, pressing their bodies tightly against the protected cargo carts.
“Caw, caw!”
From deep within the nearby woods, an unknown bird let out a chilling cry that sent shivers down their spines.
“Chief Escort, what is that?” asked a young escort behind the Man in Blue Silk, his eyes wide as he pointed towards the source of the strange bird call in the woods.
The Man in Blue Silk turned to look. He first heard a few muffled creaks coming from the dark woods, resembling the sound of turning wheels. Suddenly, several flatbed carts slowly emerged from the trees—about five or six in total—blocking the path of the caravan.
The Man in Blue Silk reined in his horse and furrowed his brow slightly.
At that moment, the Jade-like Man beside him suddenly spoke up: “Feng Qingyang, there’s something on those carts!”
The Man in Blue Silk was none other than Feng Qingyang, the chief of the caravan escort team.
Feng Qingyang focused his gaze. Previously obscured by shadows from the trees, he hadn’t seen clearly. But now, upon closer inspection, he noticed that each flatbed cart held a massive object lying across it. Feng Qingyang couldn’t help but exclaim softly, “Coffins?!”
As soon as Feng Qingyang spoke those words, a stir rippled through the escort team behind him. Several young escorts quickly drew their weapons and moved closer to the Man in Blue Silk, ready to charge out and fight at a moment's notice.
“Hmph! What kind of nonsense is this? Do they think we’ll be frightened by placing a few coffins before us? The Feng Qingyang Bounty House will smash them all to pieces!”
The Jade-like Man's expression suddenly changed, and with a cold snort, he was about to rush towards the coffin. However, he was stopped by Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang shook his head slightly and said softly, "Wen Zhuo, do not act impulsively."
The handsome man known as Wen Zhuo halted his steps and continued, "No matter who they are, their actions clearly indicate that they are deliberately toying with us at the Bounty House. How can we let them off easily?"
Feng Qingyang suddenly asked, "Wen Zhuo, do you smell something unusual?"
Wen Zhuo was taken aback for a moment before shaking his head. "I don't smell anything. What do you smell?"
Feng Qingyang gazed intently at the coffin in the nearby carriage, his expression becoming quite peculiar as he calmly replied, "I smell the scent of death."
Wen Zhuo was stunned again and exclaimed, "Could there really be a corpse in the coffin? Are the dead trying to rob us?"
Feng Qingyang chuckled lightly. As the carriage slowly approached, suddenly, the horses of the leading carriage seemed to go mad and charged towards Feng Qingyang and his group.
Wen Zhuo and the other bodyguards were about to rush forward when they heard Feng Qingyang shout, "Everyone, stay still!"
As soon as Feng Qingyang's command fell, a black whip flew from somewhere on him like a snake emerging from its hole, soaring towards the oncoming carriage!
The black whip seemed to have a mind of its own as it coiled around the horse's head several times before suddenly twisting. The horse's head burst apart like a smashed watermelon, a spray of bright red blood erupting forth as it flew into the air.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Feng Qingyang leaped into the air and thrust out a palm, directing the additional blood spraying from the horse's trachea towards the coffin.
The horse fell dead, bringing the carriage to an abrupt halt, while blood from the horse dripped continuously into the coffin.
Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and kicked open the coffin lid. To everyone's astonishment, there truly was a corpse inside!
Wen Zhuo and the other bodyguards gathered around, and Wen Zhuo frowned as he looked at the corpse in the coffin. "Who on earth is so bored as to place a coffin containing a dead person right in the middle of the road? What are they trying to achieve?"
Feng Qingyang replied, "Perhaps they think there aren't enough dead bodies yet." As he spoke, Feng Qingyang took a long knife from a nearby person and flipped the corpse over, only to discover that the space beneath it was filled with gunpowder and sulfur. A fuse line, which was about to be ignited, had been extinguished by horse blood that had dripped onto it.
The others' expressions changed drastically upon seeing this. Wen Zhuo looked at Feng Qingyang and said, "You anticipated that there was something suspicious under the corpse, so you killed the horse to spill its blood and extinguish the fuse?"
Feng Qingyang wiped his nose and said, "Although my mother didn't give me a handsome face like yours, at least she blessed me with a fairly keen nose."
Wen Zhuo's expression remained indifferent as he replied, "But your nose can save lives, while my face only brings trouble." As he spoke, he gently touched the scar on his face, seemingly reminiscing about past pains.
"They want to kill everyone!" A timid voice came from among the bodyguards. Feng Qingyang turned to see it was Yang Cheng, the young bodyguard who had just warned him earlier. This was Yang Cheng's first time on a mission, and he appeared quite frightened, his face pale as he stared at the dead body in the coffin, trembling slightly.
Feng Qingyang stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Yang Cheng, you've been with me at Bounty House for several years now; you've become an indispensable part of my Feng Qingyang Bounty House. This is your first mission out; there are some things you must learn to face."
Feeling the strength in Caravan Escort Chief Feng Qingyang's hand, Yang Cheng gradually calmed down and nodded.
Just as everyone gathered near the first carriage, five other carriages quietly approached.
Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "It seems we have our work cut out for us today."
The five carriages suddenly accelerated, racing toward Feng Qingyang and the others.
Standing in front of everyone, Feng Qingyang seemed to hear the continuous hissing sound of the burning fuse inside the coffin. It would not be easy to extinguish all the fuses on the carriages in an instant.
Feng Qingyang turned around and shouted, "Everyone scatter into the woods! Get away from the carriages!"
With a single command from Feng Qingyang, the numerous bodyguards and porters hurriedly shielded the armored carriage, retreating into the nearby woods. In an instant, the wide ancient road was left with only Feng Qingyang, Wen Zhuo, and the young bodyguard Yang Cheng, who had remained steadfastly by Feng Qingyang's side.
Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "Yang Cheng, are you not afraid now?"
Yang Cheng nodded firmly with a smile and replied, "Not afraid anymore."
Feng Qingyang exchanged a glance with Wen Zhuo, who had already drawn his silver-white longsword.
The carriage was moving at high speed, and they needed to buy enough time for the armored vehicle and everyone to hide. Feng Qingyang and Wen Zhuo were well aware of this.
Wen Zhuo struck first; a large sword mark appeared instantly on the neck of the leading horse, followed by a spray of blood that splattered toward the coffin.
Having succeeded with his strike, Wen Zhuo was about to dash toward another carriage when Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted, "Wait! This carriage doesn’t smell of gunpowder or sulfur!"
Wen Zhuo realized his mistake just as he turned around. Suddenly, the coffin was violently knocked open by a tremendous force, and a figure lunged out, charging straight at Wen Zhuo.
Wen Zhuo seemed startled but quickly regained his composure. With a flick of his sword, he created a dazzling display of swordplay that sliced a deep gash into the figure's waist.
However, to Wen Zhuo's astonishment, despite such a massive wound, the person did not utter a sound.
Wen Zhuo stared in shock; just that one glance made him break out in a cold sweat!
The figure that lunged before him was a corpse.
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