Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

In the days leading up to Wangchun City, Duan Yu felt that everything was fresh and wonderful.

Even though the road was filled with wild grass and trees, and he couldn't see a single person for half a day, there was a sense of loneliness as if he would be swallowed by the wilderness at any moment. He even missed the town the next day and camped in the wilderness again, eating wind and dew, but he didn't complain about anything.

Because he felt that this world was so desolate, but from another perspective, it had unlimited potential, just like him with a promising future.

For example, right now, he was riding a donkey, eating grapes, and humming a song, looking content, when suddenly the donkey brayed, and its leg went lame.

Duan Yu quickly got off the donkey's back and realized that there were many small holes in this dirt road.

He didn't know what kind of creatures had dug these holes. They were about the size of a bowl, bottomless, and some were covered by weeds, making them inconspicuous.

His gray donkey had stepped into one of them and injured its leg.

The gray donkey, bought for sixteen taels of silver, almost a third of his wealth, had its leg go lame in less than five days.

This was like buying a new car with great difficulty in his previous life, only to have a major accident before he could even drive it properly. It could be said to be bad luck.

Duan Yu knew that if a horse's leg was injured and couldn't be cured, its value could be reduced by as much as two-thirds.

And what about a donkey?

If this donkey wasn't properly cared for and became a cripple, its value would probably be reduced as well.

In that case, it would be better to make donkey burgers.

Duan Yu checked and found that the bone shouldn't be injured, so he led the donkey forward slowly.

These past few days, the gray donkey had carried him diligently, and he had adapted to the rhythm of riding, so naturally he couldn't bear to turn it into donkey burgers.

He only hoped that this durable gray donkey could gradually recover.

Here, in addition to the treacherous small holes on this road, both sides were covered with wild grass as tall as a person. When the wind blew, it seemed like many terrifying things were hidden inside.

Because the lame donkey couldn't walk fast, there was even a scene of gynecologist Duan Yu carrying the donkey and jogging, but the man and the donkey still couldn't reach the next resting place.

There was no village in front and no shop in the back. Apart from the occasional strange statues that no one cared about by the roadside, there was no sign of human habitation.

Seeing that it was getting late, Duan Yu knew that he would have to camp in the wilderness again tonight.

But now he no longer rejected camping in the wilderness, because he had already practiced it the day before yesterday. His "Body Piercing Sword Qi" had become more and more proficient, and he was not afraid of the fierce mosquitoes in the wild.

After passing through the road overgrown with weeds, the terrain ahead became much more open.

Duan Yu led the gray donkey to the top of a hillside, let the donkey eat grass by itself, and he went to get branches to make a fire.

As a result, he soon discovered that there were other people resting below the slope.

Because it was already quite dark, he could only vaguely see two carriages and a few figures beside a bonfire.

It seemed to be merchants transporting goods, who also camped here for some reason.

It wasn't until the fire was lit that the people over there noticed his existence.

Duan Yu was wondering whether to say hello. After all, being polite when traveling is a common practice, just like people in the pugilistic world often clasp their fists and say, "Old brother, awesome."

But he was a bit socially awkward. After all, it was his first long trip, and he didn't know what to say.

Since he didn't want to say it, then he wouldn't.

Yes, he was no longer the corporate slave who had to consider everything. He could completely live as he pleased.

Wouldn't it be a waste to transmigrate if he still lived like a corporate slave?

What he wanted was freedom!

Thinking of this, Duan Yu couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy again.

After killing the Xuan Xiong Gang, he could be considered carefree now.

Because he had the gray donkey to carry his luggage, Duan Yu's tools for making dinner were much more abundant than before.

He took out the water from the water bag, poured it into the iron pot, and after the water boiled, he put in the sliced meat and tomatoes.

Along with the raging flames, a small pot of tomato and meat soup was made.

Duan Yu took out the white naan he bought the day before, and with a mouthful of meat soup and a mouthful of naan, he felt nourished both physically and mentally.

Yes, being able to drink a mouthful of hot soup, eat a mouthful of naan, and a mouthful of meat in this place was indeed a rare enjoyment for people on a journey.

Duan Yu didn't go over to say hello. On the contrary, the merchant caravan sent someone over.

All three of them had knives hanging from their waists, and they looked like they had practiced martial arts.

Seeing that Duan Yu had a sword by his side, the leader cupped his fist and said, "I am Huang Li. May I ask where this young hero is going?"

Duan Yu answered truthfully, "Going to Wangchun City. The donkey's leg is lame, delaying my journey."

Seeing that the gray donkey was indeed lame, the man couldn't help but say, "Then we are really disturbing you. Meeting is fate. This is the Eastern Master's hometown specialty, a small token of our appreciation. I hope the young hero won't dislike it."

As he said that, he handed over a small paper packet of tea.

Duan Yu accepted the gift and said, "You are too kind."

After that, the three of them left.

Duan Yu actually understood what the other party meant. They were just sending people to probe his strength, and maybe they suspected that he was a scout from some bandit den.

However, they called him "young hero" repeatedly and even gave him a gift, so how could he be angry?

This was the second time Duan Yu had been called "young hero", and he finally felt like he was walking in the pugilistic world.

It was obvious that Duan Yu was not lying, and both sides were at peace. Before long, this wilderness fell into silence.

Unlike the night he encountered the woman in red, there were at least other people tonight, which reduced the sense of loneliness and fear of being in the wilderness.

After all, humans are social animals. Sometimes they嫌弃the world is too noisy, but if he was really asked to live in isolation, Duan Yu didn't think he could do it.

As before, after Duan Yu had his fill, he practiced his stake exercises for a while and then rested against a tree.

Naturally, he wouldn't sleep too deeply, but his mind was empty and relaxed.

Two mosquitoes, unaware of the situation, came near his chin. Two extremely thin strands of sword qi suddenly emerged from his chin and killed them.

With constant practice during this period, this "Body Piercing Sword Qi" had gradually integrated into his body's instincts.

Sometimes Duan Yu himself wondered, if his whole body was emitting sword qi, would he be considered a sword person?

With a rumble, a clap of thunder fell.

Duan Yu opened his eyes.

Was it going to rain?

The most annoying thing about camping in the wilderness was rainy days.

Below, the people in the merchant caravan had already started moving when they heard the thunder. Some got into the carriages, and some took out umbrellas.

With a rumble, another bolt of lightning fell, illuminating the area nearby brightly.

Someone in the merchant caravan suddenly let out a strange cry—"Who's there!"

Duan Yu looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

He saw five middle-aged men with sparse hair standing in the weeds. The leader was wearing a bright red robe, and there were more than a dozen black holes on top of his head. Two thin, long metal flutes were inserted into two of the holes, making him look particularly evil.

They pointed the flutes on their heads at the sky and chanted words, as if they were whispering or offering sacrifices and prayers.

"What is this?"

"Gods, monsters? Teletubbies?"

Until this moment, Duan Yu was still in a daze.

He knew that this absurd pugilistic world was about to become even more absurd.