Chapter 2 Dream of Cao the Bandit?
The rain's fury had finally ceased its indulgence, beginning to show signs of stopping, leaving only a few listless drops to soak powerlessly into the mire.
The temple was silent as death.
Jiang Shouzhong did not look at another small carp on the ground, but leisurely took out a leaden round bullet forged by the Mo Men Shen Ji Pavilion, loaded it into his musket, and aimed at the old man who was now rigid with cold sweat on his forehead, saying indifferently,
"That woman was the mastermind behind the killings, and you, you are accessories to the crime, specifically deceiving the kindness of travelers from other places and leading them here. After all, an old man and a little girl are quite trustworthy, aren't they."
"Sir... Sir, spare my life!" The old man's face was filled with terror, his voice trembling, nearly deformed, "It was that woman who forced me, sir, have mercy, it was—"
Bang!
Another ugly black catfish lay on the ground.
Jiang Shouzhong blew the White Smoke drifting from the musket barrel and murmured, "Actually, I really like eating grass carp."
...
He slung his bookcase over his shoulder and walked out of the ancient temple.
Under a withered parasol tree not far away stood a young man in a white robe, imbued with the air of a scholar, his head wrapped in a blue kerchief, his features delicate.