758 Little Black Eggs Are Here, Ghost Clan Expert (3)
His companion immediately crushed the bamboo. A ball of blue flames rushed into the sky, illuminating most of the night sky.
“Who are you? You actually dare to touch my subordinates! You’re tired of living!”
A powerful roar rolled over from the sky, carrying a vast pressure, making Qing Yan vomit a mouthful of blood on the spot!
What terrifying strength!
This person was—
In the dark night, that person was so fast that only shadows were left. In a few shuttles, he saved the bandits from Shadow Thirteen and the others. Then, without waiting for them to react, he suddenly sent a palm wind towards the most gorgeous tent!
That was Yan Jiuchao’s tent!
Yan Jiuchao did not have any martial arts. If he was hit by his palm, he would definitely die on the spot! Shadow Thirteen and Ah Wei instantly flashed to the tent and used all their strength to receive his palm wind.
However, even with the combined strength of the two of them, they did not hurt him at all. Instead, they were forced to take a few steps back and almost fell to the ground!
“Hmph, it seems that you’re not an idiot to be able to take a palm from me. Alright, take another palm from me!” As the gray-robed man spoke, he circulated another palm wind and attacked Shadow Thirteen and Ah Wei again.
This time, he increased his strength by twenty percent. This was something that they couldn’t take no matter what.
Shadow Thirteen shouted, “Take Young Master away!”
Qing Yan flew into the tent and was about to take Yan Jiuchao away. In the blink of an eye, the gray-robed man attacked Qing Yan.
“Ah Dou!!!”
An old voice suddenly sounded from outside the other tent.
The gray-robed man was stunned for a moment before he suddenly flicked his sleeve and retracted his attack on Qing Yan.
Qing Yan took a deep breath in shock and looked at the old man who suddenly appeared. “Grandma, why did you come out?” The old man ignored Qing Yan’s worries and walked towards the gray-robed man in a daze. Qing Yan’s expression changed. “Grandma! Be careful!”
The man in gray raised his arm, and a trace of extreme surprise appeared on his cold and decisive face. In the next second, he knelt on one knee. “Priest!”
Qing Yan was stunned. Shadow Six and Yue Gou were also stunned. Shadow Thirteen was still looking at him warily, ready to take Young Master away if he went crazy.
The old man helped him up. “Ah Dou, is it really you?”
Tears streamed down the face of the gray-robed man called Ah Dou. “Priest! It’s me!”
How many years had it been since someone called him Ah Dou? He thought he would never hear it again in his life.
“You’re old…” The old man choked.
“You’re old too…” The gray robe choked even more.
The old man: “…”
Why did he suddenly not want to acknowledge him?
“Hey, what-what’s going on?” Shadow Six asked Yue Gou softly.
Yue Gou said, “I don’t know either! I don’t know him!”
“Do you know him?” Shadow Six secretly walked to Qing Yan’s side.
Qing Yan shook his head. “I don’t know him either. Look at his age. He’s about the same age as the general. When he came out to wander the pugilistic world, I might not have been born yet.”
Shadow Six looked at him coldly. “It’s shameful to pretend to be young!”
Qing Yan: “Ahem!”
Shadow Six and the others were not the only ones who were surprised. The bandits were also more confused than the other.
“What’s going on?”
“Does Boss know them?”
The bandits looked at each other. No one knew what had happened or why their boss would kneel down in front of an old thing and cry as he spoke.
Was this still Boss Xiong Batian in their hearts?
The man in gray cried uncontrollably. After a long time, he stopped crying. He held the old man’s hand and said, “It’s great to meet you here. It’s freezing cold here, and it’s not suitable for you to stay here. If you don’t mind, you can go to my village to rest for a few nights.”
It was best to have a place to stay. The old man was not like those brats who would not fall sick no matter what. His waist and legs were about to be broken by the carriage. It was really time for him to find a comfortable bed to lie on for a few nights.
Of course, he could not be the only one who agreed. He had to ask if that little ancestor was willing. The old man asked Shadow Thirteen to wake Yan Jiuchao up and roughly told him about the bandits and Ah Dou.
Shadow Thirteen said, “The bandit leader seems to be an old friend of Grandma. Grandma trusts him very much. He invited us to his village to stay.”
“Oh.” Yan Jiuchao yawned. “Then let’s go.”
The group happily packed their things and boarded the carriage. The bandits were not in a good mood. It was not easy for them to rob someone, but they still managed to hit someone they knew. There was no one else with such luck.
The group followed the gray-robed man back to the camp. It was not luxurious, but at least it was much better than sleeping in the open. After settling Yan Jiuchao down, Old Cui and Shadow Six guarded him. Shadow Thirteen, Grandma, and the others went to the gray-robed man’s room.
“Priest, why are you here?” The gray-robed man asked strangely.
The old man sighed. “It’s a long story. How did you appear here? You said that that group of people were your subordinates just now. Did you become a bandit? Weren’t you sent to find Madam’s whereabouts back then?”
Ah Dou felt bitter. He was searching for her. But he couldn’t find her. He had lost his way in the desert and could not go to the Great Zhou or return to the Ghost Clan. Helpless, he could only become a bandit for many years.
Shadow Thirteen pushed open the window, and a cold wind blew.
The gray-robed man stood up and walked to the door. He looked at the lonely moon in the night sky. “Priest, you don’t know this. I’ve been thinking of a way back all these years, but the desert is too big. I couldn’t find a way home. I went through many places and barely found a place to stay here.”
This was already the edge of the desert. Near the Gobi, there was a small oasis three miles away. Their water source and prey came from there.
“I’ve lived here for ten years. I really want to go back even in my dreams… I still remember the fruit tree in my hometown.” As the gray-robed man recalled, a strong sense of longing surged in his heart.
Shadow Thirteen said, “Are the leaves red and the fruits yellow? You can’t eat them outside. Only your Ghost Clan has them?”
“That’s right.” The gray-robed man nodded. He felt a little strange, but he didn’t realize what was wrong.
Shadow Thirteen continued, “Are the fruit trees in batches? There are only three to five in one place. There’s a large patch of mandala in the east and a stone statue in the west that’s so eroded by the wind that its appearance can’t be seen clearly.”
The gray-robed man turned his head in surprise and looked at Shadow Thirteen. “You were right. Little brother, how do you know so much about the terrain of the Ghost Clan?”
Shadow Thirteen pointed out of the window at a mountain opposite the Gobi. “Isn’t that it?”
The man in gray walked over and looked in the direction he was pointing. He was instantly dumbfounded.
Damn it!
No wonder the scenery at the back of the mountain looked so familiar!!!
