256 Demon Smelly Grass_1
Lu Hui was unexpectedly struck by his blade, something Bald Tuo never anticipated.
He couldn’t understand how Lu Hui, who had been dodging, suddenly stopped dodging halfway through.
Could it be that he was overconfident, so he deliberately didn’t dodge this strike?
But an opportunity like this was rare. After a moment of shock, Bald Tuo regained his composure and unleashed his blade again, aiming for Lu Hui’s lower body.
Lu Hui felt a sharp pain in his chest and, seeing Bald Tuo’s cunning strike, felt a chill in his heart. He struggled to break free from the Water Prison Technique and dodged backward.
However, slowed down by the Water Prison Technique, his thigh was still sliced by Bald Tuo.
Furious, Lu Hui endured the pain and drew his sword. His sword was swift and vicious, stabbing into Bald Tuo’s right chest.
Bald Tuo’s eyes gradually became lifeless as he slumped to the ground.
Lu Hui, covered in blood, also slowly fell.
In the secluded woods, the two men had fought to the death, blood flowing freely. In the end, they wounded each other and fell beneath each other’s blades and swords.
This scene was very much in line with the script Mo Hua had premeditated in his mind.
Mo Hua nodded, feeling very satisfied with what he saw.
Zhang Lan, on the other hand, was stunned.
What kind of spell was this? Where did this kid Mo Hua learn it from?
It really was a case of killing someone without even bothering to blow away the dust…
Zhang Lan saw Mo Hua’s confident demeanor and knew he had a way to deal with Lu Hui, but he didn’t expect it to be so surprising.
Using a subtle trick and letting someone else do the dirty work, he had trapped Lu Hui without any effort.
Lu Hui perishing along with Bald Tuo was perfectly reasonable and had no faults at all.
“Shall we go and check?” Mo Hua asked.
Zhang Lan came back to his senses, nodded, but delayed for a while, waiting for Lu Hui to bleed a bit more, before he and Mo Shan approached the fallen duo.
Mo Hua followed behind them.
The three of them reached Lu Hui and Bald Tuo. They carefully checked their breath and couldn’t help but look at each other with a hint of regret.
Bald Tuo wasn’t dead. Lu Hui’s thrust was to his right chest, and it hadn’t damaged his heart. He still had a breath in him.
Lu Hui had lost a lot of blood and was temporarily unconscious, but the wound on his chest wasn’t actually severe, so he hadn’t died either.
“Do bad guys always have such hard lives…” Mo Hua couldn’t help saying.
What to do next?
Lu Hui, after all, was a Supervisor from the Taoist Court. Should they leave him to die?
Mo Shan and Mo Hua both looked at Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan sighed and said, “This is so exhausting.”
Then he found a spot, sat down leisurely, and said, “The scenery here isn’t bad; let’s rest here for a while.”
Mo Hua looked around. The woods were secluded, surrounded by deadwood, with leaves beneath their feet. Where was this good scenery?
But Mo Hua nodded and said, “Indeed, the scenery is nice.”
Then he too plonked down to sit on the ground and even took out wine, meat, and snacks from his storage bag. The three of them began to eat pleasantly together.
Lu Hui was off to the side, still bleeding.
After a while, Lu Hui didn’t die; instead, he gradually regained consciousness, whispering in pain.
He shakily took pills from his storage bag with his right hand, consumed them, and after refining their power, the blood on his chest slowly stopped.
Mo Shan unsheathed his sword, intending to finish him, but Zhang Lan held him back.
Zhang Lan shook his head and said, “No need to dirty your own hands.”
Lu Hui struggled to his feet, and upon seeing Zhang Lan and the others, his expression changed, hating them for not helping and fearing they would finish him off.
Zhang Lan feigned concern and said, “Court Leader Lu, are you alright?”
Lu Hui forced a smile, “Thanks to Court Leader Zhang’s blessing, I won’t die yet.”
“That’s good to hear. I was genuinely worried about you being severely injured.”
Lu Hui’s smile was filled with insincerity, “Thank you for your concern, Court Leader Zhang.”
But inside he was cursing bitterly, “Worried? Worried that I won’t die?”
A venomous look flickered in Lu Hui’s eyes.
He had noted this debt; he would settle accounts with them later.
But he didn’t dare show this hatred openly, keeping it inside to avoid provoking Zhang Lan and Mo Shan and being silenced by them for good.
Lu Hui forced a laugh and said, “The kindness of you all, I, Lu Hui, will keep in my heart. After I meditate and adjust my breath for a while, shall we then resume our journey back?”
Zhang Lan nodded and said, “That sounds good.”