strictlysupreme Chapter 156 Preparation
Chapter 156 Preparation
Chapter 157 Preparation
"Hey, you old devil—still so stubborn!"
Yan Chen shook his head helplessly.
However, the smile in his eyes grew even stronger.
He and this old ghost Qu were old acquaintances, and they had a close relationship. However, Qu was always alone, without family or children, so his whereabouts were mysterious and hard to find.
I haven't seen this old ghost for many years. I always thought he had died somewhere in the mountains. I never expected to run into him here.
Moreover, it seems that the other party has some connections with the Ren family.
Moreover, their relationship was quite close.
As for why he was so certain, it was because he knew Qu Laogui's personality best. If he encountered someone or something unrelated, someone he didn't know, he would never help, no matter how high the price was.
But once they decide that someone is one of their own, a friend, they will do everything they can to help.
"If you don't take things seriously, there will always be someone trying to take advantage, right? So the more serious you are, the less likely you are to suffer a loss!"
Old Qu chuckled.
"You talk as if you've been taken advantage of yourself? I remember suffering plenty of losses when I was with you!"
Yan Chen was somewhat speechless.
It seems that after all these years, this old man's temperament remains the same!
As the two groups began to gather in the courtyard.
Zhou Chengan and Ren Changqing exchanged a few pleasantries before the four of them got back to the main topic.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zhou Chengan took a drawing from beside the stone bench, which clearly showed the layout of the entire Chu family.
As a renowned family of medicinal herbs, the Chu family mansion was heavily guarded, with all the defensive structures built at great expense.
This includes traps, poisons, and hidden weapons.
Although Chu Xiongfeng is no longer around, these traps and hidden weapons still pose a threat to even the most skilled martial artists. If the Chu family were to fight back to the death, then breaching the Chu residence would not be so easy.
Therefore, necessary preparation and planning before any action is the key to ensuring success!
Nanshan Town, Chu Mansion.
The snowy night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind howled, carrying ice and snow that swept across the vast Chu Prefecture, the chilling air biting.
However, what was even more terrifying than the chill was that the Chu residence tonight seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, murderous aura.
The once bustling Chu residence was now eerily silent, like a death zone.
"Young master, as long as we're alive, why should we stubbornly persist in this?"
In a side room in the backyard of the Chu residence, the lamplight flickered in the cold wind, casting shadows on Chu Tian, who sat by the window, his face appearing and disappearing in the light.
Behind him stood an elderly man with a full head of white hair, his body hunched over, his cloudy old eyes filled with worry.
"Uncle Zhong, it's too late—"
Chu Tian stared at the snowy night outside the window for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.
Turning around, he looked at the hunched old man behind him, his face full of vicissitudes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
"We'll make it in time! I've prepared the carriages and horses, and I know where the money the master left behind is hidden. As long as you leave now, without worrying about the Chu residence or anyone else, we can get away!"
The old man's face flushed with excitement, and his tone became hurried.
"Uncle Zhong, we are just pawns. We are not here now, but trapped here. Agreeing to the conditions of those Nestorian Christians was a mistake—"
Chu Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Doesn't he want to leave?
I really want to!
But his father's fate told him that the Chu family was now like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
Not only will the Zhou and Ren families not let them go, but the Jingjiao people certainly won't let them go either.
The reason why the Nestorian Church members didn't kill them all was simply to use Chu Feng as bait, waiting for the Zhou and Ren families to arrive.
Therefore, at least until the fish takes the bait, no one from the Chu family can escape!
"Our Chu family has so many secret passages; leaving the mansion is a piece of cake—"
The old man continued to persuade him, not wanting Chu Feng, who had only temporarily taken over as clan leader, to die in vain.
Think back to the old patriarch, Chu Xiongfeng, who single-handedly carved out a place for himself in Yanshan City.
It relied on courage and wisdom.
Now that it's clearly a dead end, Chu Tian doesn't try to find a way to avoid it, but instead wants to stay here and fight to the death with these people.
Chu Tian is still too young.
".."
Upon hearing this, Chu Tian was speechless.
He knew that talking to Uncle Zhong was pointless; he simply didn't understand the methods of the Nestorian Church.
If it were really that easy to escape, then how could Father have been surrounded and killed by the Nestorian Christians?
He couldn't even imagine how many of the inside agents in the entire Chu family mansion were members of the Nestorian Church; they had probably already been infiltrated to the point of being riddled with holes.
"Let everyone be on high alert! Be prepared for any battle. At least until dawn, we can still put up a fight. Since the Jingjiao sect wants us to be bait, let's cooperate. Who knows, there might still be a glimmer of hope, and we might even become the ones who get the kill—"
Chu Tian said in a deep voice.
"yes----"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhong couldn't help but sigh helplessly.
But he still nodded respectfully, then turned and left.
At this moment, only Chu Tian remained in the room.
crunch————
A cold wind howled, pulling open the half-closed doors and windows, producing a harsh, scraping sound.
Chu Tian's gaze, which had been fixed on the view outside the window, turned icy cold at that moment.
"Now that you're here, why not show yourself?"
Chu Tian stood up, drew the long sword leaning against the corner of the wall, and said in a cold voice.
But all that answered him was the howling of the wind and snow.
Is nobody here?
Chu Tian frowned slightly, but he didn't believe it. He pondered for a moment and continued, "If you want to take my life, you can do it now. If you want to talk about cooperation, I can offer up the entire Chu family for this gamble!"
Chu Tian's voice was absolutely firm.
His gaze was fixed on the darkness outside the window, where he seemed to find the hope he craved, the hope to break the deadlock.
This—perhaps this is the last resort his father had been telling him about?
He had never believed it before, thinking it was just a reassurance his father had given them, and that there was no real final solution involved.
But right now—it seems there really is—
rustling sound —
After a long silence, a faint rustling sound finally came from the darkness.
The rustling sound was extremely faint, like walking on fine sand, and was almost inaudible due to the sound of wind and snow.
If Chu Tian weren't a three-blood martial artist with eyesight and hearing far exceeding that of ordinary people, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference at all.
He looked in the direction the sound came from and saw a dark figure standing silently about 5 meters away from the window, like a statue, cold and terrifying.
"Your Chu family—is no longer worth cooperating with—"