The two bodyguards left the shed, went behind it, saw two wheel tracks that quickly merged with other wheel marks, making them indistinguishable. They stopped investigating and immediately used their lightness kung fu to chase south. After chasing far, they saw no trace of the carriage and realized they had been tricked.
The two were very anxious. After discussing, Lao Shi went back to call for reinforcements, while Lao Shiyi continued searching.
Ye Hui woke up in the carriage, finding her hands and feet bound.
The carriage was still racing down the road, and she couldn’t tell which direction they were going. But a slight movement of her right foot gave her some comfort – the dagger hidden in her deer-skin boot was still there.
West there was indeed a mountain, recalling the thin, small man’s words about meeting up in the mountains after succeeding, though not directly south, he decided to try, estimating about five or six li, which would take less than an hour to go and return.
Old Eleven immediately unfolded his most swift movement technique and rushed towards the mountain area.
Half a time-period later, dusk spread like a large net covering the wilderness, cold winds occasionally blowing through the air, the completely silent wilderness appearing exceptionally desolate and gloomy.
Old Eleven returned to the original spot looking exhausted. He was extremely confident in his martial arts skills, reasoning that the kidnappers’ vehicle couldn’t be faster than his movement technique. He must have been heading in the wrong direction.
He planned to search in another direction, but just then, the sound of a horse-drawn carriage came from ahead.
He became alert, crouching down and hiding himself with vegetation.
A horse carriage appeared from the distance, getting closer and closer. Two people sat in the driver’s seat, one of whom was the stall owner with a confused expression.
Old Eleven’s hands were sweaty with excitement. As the carriage passed by, he leaped up, lifting the rear carriage door, but the interior was completely empty.
He stood stunned, suddenly erupting with anger. Gripping the door, he made a flying leap to the side of the carriage, his long sword instantly unsheathed, tracing an arc and severing the horse’s legs. The horse, losing its legs, toppled over like an upside-down spring onion.
