Master of Kaidan
Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Chapter 126

In the evening, Vera and Vero were cautiously slipping back to the village along the path when, just as their home came into sight, a loud shout suddenly came from behind—

"Vera!"

"Ah!" Vera and Vero were so frightened that they immediately stiffened and turned around, only to see a stern-faced, burly young man staring at them.

"That, brother Paul..."

"What places have you two been fooling around at again? I’ve already told you, a new ’Garbage Day’ is approaching, and there will be more outsiders in the mountains, what would you do if you were caught?" The young man named Paul, in a tone much gentler than his rugged appearance would suggest, lectured the two, causing Vera’s head to spin as she quickly dragged her silly brother and said:

"It was Vero! Vero insisted on me going out to play with him!"

"Huh?" Though Vero knew his sister was a bit disdainful, he never expected her to be this disdainful; his eyes widened like light bulbs, but Paul didn’t believe a word:

"Started lying now, have you?! Vero must have followed because he was worried about you, right? Really, you two never give us a break, I’ll let the village chief talk to you..."

As Paul spoke, he turned to leave, but before he could take a step, he felt a sudden weight on his calf, and turning around, he saw Vera firmly hugging his leg, in a stance that seemed to challenge, ’dare you to take me along.’

"Playing the scamp, huh?" Paul was speechless at the child’s antics, but for a hunter who needed to go out and face Omen Meat, a little girl’s weight was nothing. Gathering strength around his waist, he started walking toward the village chief’s house with Vera still attached.

Seeing this, Vera got a fright and immediately turned back to shout at Vero:

"Vero! Vero! Come and help!"

"Don’t struggle; brother Paul can run faster than you even if he carried ten people..." Vero rolled his eyes and lifted his small basket, saying:

"Brother Paul, we weren’t playing around; we were just picking up trash nearby. Today, we found some cotton and a few parts, well, not much..."

Hearing this, Paul stopped, glanced at the dust-covered cotton in Vero’s basket, then spoke earnestly:

"Compared to the gains of scavenging, your own lives are much more precious. If you were caught by the Slave Catching Team, it would be a fate worse than death!"

Upon saying this, Paul seemed to lose any mood for play and waved his hand:

"I’ll let this go for now, but you two better behave in the coming days. Absolutely do not leave the vicinity of the village and avoid open areas. If you accidentally get buried under garbage, there’s nowhere we can find you!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it!" Vero thought about that unfortunate soul buried under a pile of trash and nodded thoughtfully; seeing this, Vera sensed trouble and quickly blurted out:

"I know, I know, it happens every ten days, and every time you make it sound so serious, my ears could grow calluses!"

"If you all just listened obediently, I wouldn’t have to say this so many times! Outsiders are all evil ghosts that consume people without spitting out their bones. If it weren’t for a sinkhole incident three years ago, I might have been captured too. There’s a reason why the village relocates to prone sinkhole locations every time!"

Paul was incessantly repeating these words, which he had no idea how many times he’d said before. Vera and Vero could only nod continually, like garlic crushers, but their thoughts had drifted off somewhere else...

After the children left, Feng Xue, lying in the cave, started struggling to twist his neck and lift his head.

His Golden Finger had a very inhumane requirement, which was that he needed to aim directly at the target to activate it, meaning he had to see the target he wanted to Refine with his own eyes.

However, the problem was that no matter how hard he tried, his eyes could only see around his shoulders; being unable to exert any force with his waist, he found it extremely difficult even to lift his head.

Feng Xue clenched his teeth and tried to move his right hand, only to find it completely stuck. His expression grew more ferocious by the minute; indeed, his legs were broken by falling rocks, but his right hand was protected by the Suffocation Blade. Although it was also hit a few times, it definitely wasn’t damaged to the point of being unable to pull out, but now he couldn’t move it, which meant the only possibility was that the two kids, realizing there was a live person below, had deliberately added "insurance."

"These little brats from this godforsaken place... you really can’t underestimate them," Feng Xue thought to himself, with his right hand continuously curling the middle finger, letting the Suffocation Blade pop in and out.

Although he didn’t have the Holy Mother’s enhancement now, the intrinsic sharpness of the phantom was still guaranteed. Using such stabbing movements repeatedly, he began to destroy the junk structured around his right hand.

If he could free one hand, whether to rescue himself or to turn the knife on himself, Feng Xue would have more options instead of like now; teaching like Firework Monk in one of Wang Jing’s movies, well aware that those two dead brats were teasing him.

It’s not that he couldn’t seek death, but the problem was, the Resurrection Tool wasn’t universal. If the opposition just stabbed him, that would be one thing, but the real disaster would be if they stuffed him with Omen Meat.

Feng Xue always suspected the young brats with utmost malevolence, although these two ghosts looked relatively normal. But considering these were two talents who "fortified the place before digging someone out," Feng Xue felt it was better to think more.

The night went by just like that. Using the heightened perception of his body brought by Meditation, he could approximately judge the healing status of his bones. Using the changes from this night as a reference, he finally figured out how long he had been lying there—

"Almost over forty days... Hmm, considering the fluctuations that can occur in healing, there could be a few days of error, but generally speaking, at this speed, I should be able to recover in another month."

Feng Xue estimated the time, and his mood improved considerably. While he couldn’t move at all right now, mainly because his main beam was injured, once his spine recovered, and he could exert force from his waist, it wouldn’t matter if he was only buried like now; even if another house was stacked on him, he’d be able to push it off!

"What are you laughing stupidly for? It’s really disgusting!"

"You shouldn’t be saying that, not something a ten-year-old girl should say, and where’s your silly brother?" Feng Xue heard a voice near his ear and his face darkened immediately; the little girl, however, merely snorted disdainfully before replying:

"He’s not coming today. Hey, didn’t you say you know lots of things? Do you have any powerful killing moves, the kind that can kill someone with one strike?"

"Oh?" Feng Xue raised an eyebrow, trying hard to twist his neck towards the direction the girl’s voice was coming from, although still unable to see her, he responded:

"Yes, there are, but have you ever killed someone?"

"Killing people..."