244: Backtracking_1
The one-eyed cultivator showed a look of disbelief.
If Zhao Hu was not gravely injured or dead, his storage bag could not have possibly ended up in someone else’s hands.
Originally, he had thought that after Zhao Hu killed that Ji surnamed brat, he would come back and help out, and they would be able to kill all these cultivators.
Now, not only had Zhao Hu failed to kill the man, but he might also have been killed by someone else.
The one-eyed sin cultivator spat out a curse.
In this current situation, he had no time to think about who exactly Zhao Hu had fallen to.
If they dragged this out any longer and the Monster Hunters arrived, they would be the ones to die.
After weighing the situation for a moment, the one-eyed sin cultivator could only grit his teeth and say, “Retreat first!”
The other sin cultivators were reluctant, but they also knew they were powerless in the current situation and could only prepare to retreat with resentful glares.
Seeing them planning to retreat, Mo Hua’s eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly he said:
“That short one, are you called Diao Laosi?”
The short-statured hidden cultivator stopped in his tracks, his gaze chilly.
He had been mixing in the Cultivation World for a hundred years; when had he ever been called out by a brat like this?
Mo Hua pretended to advise, “Your Concealment Technique is no good; I saw through it at a glance. Next time you see me, just hide and walk away, otherwise, if I see through you, you’ll lose face again.”
Diao Laosi couldn’t help but have anger surging up.
Mo Hua mockingly added, “Or you might as well change your name. Don’t call yourself Diao Laosi anymore, change it to Diao Wei instead, and run away with your tail between your legs whenever you see me.”
Diao Laosi was so angry he almost crushed his teeth, feeling a surge of blood rush to his throat and almost vomiting it out.
The one-eyed sin cultivator said coldly, “Don’t fall for his provocation; we’ll settle the score with him later!”
Diao Laosi looked at Mo Hua hatefully, as if to imprint Mo Hua’s face in his memory.
Afterward, the sin cultivators no longer spoke and gradually retreated towards the back until their figures disappeared into the dense forest.
Ji Qingbai and the others all let out a long sigh of relief.
Mo Hua felt somewhat regretful that he couldn’t keep the hidden cultivator named Diao Laosi.
In his Divine Sense, he had already sensed the figures of the Monster Hunters; they would soon have Monster Hunters coming to support.
Uncle Ji and the others were all injured and couldn’t rashly pursue, and Mo Hua alone couldn’t retain those sin cultivators.
However, it was good that everyone was safe; Mo Hua was relieved.
Mo Hua distributed the pills refined by Old Mr. Feng to the three of them.
The two Monster Hunters thanked him, took the pills, and began to meditate to heal their injuries.
Ji Qingbai, however, was worried and looked at Mo Hua, hesitating to speak.
Mo Hua then said, “Brother Ji is indeed still alive, but badly injured. You better quickly heal yourself, so you can go and see him sooner.”
Ji Qingbai quickly nodded, gulped down the pill, and began to regulate his breathing and heal.
Before long, Monster Hunters arrived.
The sudden fog had arisen earlier, hindering everyone’s sense of direction, and some Monster Hunters got separated.
Now that the fog had dispersed and the Monster Hunters who saw the smoke signals were able to come for support.
Meanwhile, the one-eyed sin cultivator and Diao Laosi, along with others, fled along the rugged mountain path and reached a section of the woods.
While walking, the one-eyed cultivator suddenly looked up and saw someone ahead, then instructed his companions to scatter and hide in the bushes on both sides.
Soon after, more than ten cultivators appeared, all clad in black and with sinister faces.
Seeing this, the one-eyed cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, stepped out, and greeted with a fist, “Big brother!”
The sin cultivator addressed as “big brother” was a bald man with the Qi Refinement of the ninth level, of average height, with eagle-like eyes and sharp ears. He frowned and asked:
“How did it go?”
The one-eyed cultivator showed a look of shame, “We failed.”
“How did you fail? Where’s Zhao Hu?”
The one-eyed sin cultivator found it hard to speak.
How did they fail?
Could he admit that he had been played by a greenhorn kid with movement techniques, which caused a delay, so they failed to kill Ji Qingbai,
And that Zhao Hu’s whereabouts were unknown, whether he was alive or dead?
In front of so many people, he couldn’t afford to lose that face.
The one-eyed sin cultivator could only bite the bullet and say:
“The Monster Hunters’ support came fast, and brother Zhao Hu’s life or death is uncertain.”
The bald cultivator called “big brother” had his gaze turn cold.