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Chapter 137: Crimson Face and Blood
Cold sweat instantly soaked Jiang He's clothes. Almost simultaneously, Yellow Dog barked and lunged at the door, scratching at the wooden surface with a harsh, grating sound.
Jiang He quickly reacted, flinging open the door and chasing after the direction where the shadow had fled. A figure appeared in the withered Wheat Field. The person had already run a distance away, and from afar, Jiang He couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. The only thing he could confirm was that this unexpected visitor was alive. Without hesitation, Jiang He jumped into the Wheat Field, following the footprints directly. The field wasn't tall, and the figure remained within his line of sight. The person ran swiftly, trampling over the wheat stalks as if they were nothing, leaving chaos in their wake.
Jiang He paused to catch his breath, raising his gun to aim at the fleeing figure. But as he did so, he found himself stunned.
What is going on? Jiang He suddenly felt puzzled. It seemed that the person was even more panicked than he was. Was it just because they noticed him inside the house that he should shoot them? Jiang He chuckled to himself, lowering his gun and watching the running figure until they gradually disappeared from view.
That's right; he had kicked the door open himself, and all the windows in the house were tightly shut. This indicated that the owner had locked up when leaving, making him the true intruder.
Realizing this, Jiang He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. After being tense for so long, it turned out he was the one instilling fear in others. Indeed, if he had locked his house before going out and returned to find a car parked outside with his door forced open, he would surely be startled as well. After all, in such chaotic times, who knew what kind of person was inside?
Jiang He looked up and scanned around; the figure had already escaped deep into the Wheat Field and was now completely gone.
"I'm sorry for startling you," Jiang He muttered to himself with a smirk. He glanced at the sun sinking in the west; if he didn't do something soon, he'd be left staring into darkness come nightfall.
There were no candles or flashlights in the house, but fortunately, there were plenty of materials outside for starting a fire. Jiang He gathered a bundle of Wheat Straw and returned to the house. Yellow Dog remained dutifully stationed at the door without moving an inch. The sky was still not too dark; if he lit a fire now, it might extinguish by midnight. He didn't dare to make too big of a fire alone; if a breeze came up at night and ignited something, it would be disastrous.
Jiang He leaned back against the bed, his mind a tangled mess as he absentmindedly groomed Tabby Cat. The television screen reflected his lonely figure, adding an air of desolation.
"I'm so hungry," Jiang He licked his dry lips and glanced at Yellow Dog, who was dozing on the ground. Yellow Dog seemed to sense some malice from someone nearby; it shivered all over, shook its head, and ran outside.
The night came faster than Jiang He had imagined. By the time he had dismantled the furniture into a pile of scrap wood, the outside had already turned into a sea of Ink Black. Jiang He stretched lazily and moved the old twenty-six-inch color television to block the front door. After checking around to confirm there were no other issues, he lit a pile of Wheat Straw, using the flames to burn the pieces of furniture. There was something strange about starting a fire indoors; the bonfire generously radiated heat, warming the cement floor beneath him.
Jiang He struggled for a long time over the question of where to sleep. He had considered sleeping in his car; although it was colder there, he could make a quick escape in case of an emergency. He didn't have much confidence in his own alertness. Although that person had run off in the afternoon, there was no telling if they might come back at night for revenge. Given his usual way of sleeping, he feared he wouldn’t be able to handle a potential nighttime attack. After much contemplation, he ultimately dismissed the idea of sleeping in the car; if he were going to find such a place to stay, why not just stay here?
The room had only two entrances: the front door and a window. The front door was blocked by a truck, with the back propped against the television. He had also removed the keys from the truck. As for the window, it was large enough for someone to crawl through, but there was a latch on the inside; anyone trying to come in would have to force their way through. If that didn’t wake him up, then he would accept whatever fate awaited him.
Jiang He tore off a dusty bedsheet and tossed it onto the floor, rolling it up casually to create a makeshift bed for his cat and dog. He initially wanted to lie down on the bed for a nap but worried that it might be too comfortable and cause him to sleep too deeply. After thinking it over, he settled for sitting by the fire with his blanket. The blanket had been stored for quite some time and felt damp; wrapping it around himself sent a chill through him at first. The cat and dog were not satisfied with their makeshift bed and wandered into Jiang He's blanket instead, three animals huddled together with six eyes staring blankly at the flickering flames.
Time passed without him noticing as Jiang He leaned against the wall and dozed off. The fire crackled as it consumed the charred wood, sending sparks flying occasionally.
Outside, the night wind howled while Wheat Field swayed restlessly in the evening breeze. In this vast wilderness, a dark mass slowly advanced like a rolling cloud. Though its pace was slow, it carried an ominous presence as wheat stalks were trampled into the soft earth beneath chaotic footsteps, dry Wheat Straw shattered and lost in dust. A beam of moonlight broke through the clouds, casting a faint silver frost over everything; grotesque, decaying faces were illuminated by its glow. In their murky eyes flickered madness, and suppressed growls represented greed as they staggered across the open Wheat Field, leaving chaos in their wake.
From above, it appeared as though there was a dim light shining in the center of Wheat Field amidst darkness.
“Brother, dear brother, save me! For the sake of our party and country, lend me a hand!”
Once arrogant and domineering Chao Tianwang now looked more pitiful than Xiang Lin's Wife as he desperately clung to the windowsill, hopelessly banging on the glass while hoping that Ming the Great Hero outside could rescue him from his plight.
Ming Junwei stood calmly behind the glass, pointed at it and then at his ear before waving his hand dismissively. He mouthed silently to Chao Tianwang behind the glass: I can’t hear you; I don’t understand.
“Don’t do this! Don’t go!” Chao Yifan cried out as he saw Ming Junwei turn to leave; he felt himself on the brink of collapse as he pounded on the windowsill and shouted hoarsely.
Ming Junwei smiled at him, signaling him to calm down. Seeing the expression on Bald Kid's face, as if he were about to face execution, Ming the Great Hero couldn't bear to tease him any longer. He leaned closer to the window and whispered, "Hold on, I'll think of a way."
"What? What did you say? I can't hear you!" Chao Yifan scratched at the glass window in confusion. He could only see Ming Junwei's lips moving but couldn't catch any sound.
Ming Junwei ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Old Shepherd, who was sitting at the door with a cigarette. With no other choice, he breathed on the window and used his finger to write a single character.
Chao Yifan nodded thoughtfully but then slumped back onto his stool. The wooden door creaked open, and a voluptuous figure walked in.
This was one of the Widow Trio, the one who had caused the most trouble earlier. A few hours ago, she had been disheveled, wearing only a bra and panties, easily overpowering Ming Junwei and Cao Liang. Now, this woman with explosive fighting power was dressed in a festive bright red outfit. The somewhat gaudy red skirt accentuated her figure shaped by years of experience. She had her hair styled up, with a smooth jade hairpin inserted at the back of her head, while a few strands of hair fell delicately along her cheeks, swaying gently with her movements. The woman simply...
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