Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 157: Desert Monster
After the Chen family massacre that was done before the eyes of the residents, in just one day the news had already covered the entire Dianlan City.
Even the whereabouts of the young master of the chen family until now was unknown. Many concluded that Chen Beixian was not killed by the Chen family's ancestral assassins. Their guess is not wrong, but not accurate.
Chen Beixian was indeed gone, but not in Zhou Fan's hands, but in Miao Ling's hands who was very satisfied when replying to him.
But no one knew this fact, thinking Zhou Fan killed Chen Beixian.
Day after day passed, but Zhou Fan's figure was still in the spotlight. Though no one knows his identity, but the entire townspeople keep talking about him. All they knew about the perpetrator of the Chen family massacre was a handsome young man, wielding a dark red sword and accompanied by a wolf.
Amidst the buzz of news circulating about him, Zhou Fan walked casually in and out of the restaurant door to look for information on the whereabouts of the Sian Clan. However, until the seventh day he got nothing.
"Young master, to be honest I also lack knowledge of the existence of the Sian Clan. If there really was, it was most likely a hidden clan. Obviously their strength is extraordinary." Zhi Long had read so many thick books, all containing the history that existed on the Tian Hu mainland.
"Brother Zhou, did elder Louxi really come from the Sian clan?" Miao Ling who had known elder Louxi for a long time was certainly hard to believe that the true moon school elder was from the Tian Hu mainland.
"It can't be wrong, I've confirmed it and the teacher's real name is Sian Lou." Zhou Fan showed me the paper he got from Xi Yue.
Seeing this there was no longer any reason for Miao Ling to be in disbelief, it was clear that the letter showed the family tree of the Louxi Elder who was named Sian Lou.
They left the store again, and for the umpteenth time entered the store. There they sat the five, while Zhou Jim was still faithfully in Zhou Fan's cloak pocket.
"In Zi City lately it was very crowded, a lot of fighters gathered there."
"You're right, it's none other than the beast attack wave is coming. There are so many fighters who are willing to come to try out their strength, there are also those who want to get rewards from the city lord."
Zhou Fan's eyes opened completely, he quickly turned his back, looking at the two men who were talking.
"But for those of us who are only two-star senior fighters, think even reluctant to come there. For senior fighters, seven-star and above may be the right place to hone skills. If we go, it's not good to be lucky."
Zhou Fan stood up and turned to the seats of the two men.
"Can you explain to me about the beast attack wave?" Of course Zhou Fan did not just ask, he also had to insert a little advantage so that they would open their voices.
Seeing the hefty banknotes on the table, their eyes turned sparkling, of course happily explaining what they knew about the wave of beast attacks that would occur in Zi City.
"This wave of beast attacks happens once every five years, no one knows exactly why this happened, which obviously has happened since decades ago. Even many residents of Zi City would prefer to go to another city out of concern for the beast attack."
"You better not go there if your strength is at the level of a six-star senior fighter and down. Because according to the record of the beast that attacked the weakest was also no weaker than a seven-star senior-level fighter."
Zhou Fan muttered to hear these two men's explanations, then he returned to his desk. Just as he sat down, Yin Cun said. "I've heard it. Since I can't and won't, I won't follow you to Zi City."
Zhou Fan's forehead shriveled, looking at Yin Cun as if asking for an explanation.
"Brother Zhou, our existence will only hinder you. Therefore both I and Yin Cun have decided to embark on our own journey." It was not Yin Cun who said, it was Miao Ling.
Zhou Fan still did not understand, he simply did not consider them a burden or anything like that. For him, friends, relatives, family is the most valuable. He will not hesitate to help when one of them needs it.
Zhou Fan felt unable to resist the departure of Yin Cun and Miao Ling. Maybe he can only raise his hand and say 'meet you', 'cause he won't say 'good-bye', so someday they'll meet again.
...
After exiting the tavern Zhou Fan had parted ways with Yin Cun and also Miao Ling. Their destination was different, he was going to Zi City while they were about to head to Lu City.
But at his side was still faithful Two Twin Axes who never tired of following every step of his feet. Zhou Jim was still in the pocket of his robe.
Day after day passed and Zhou Fan had been at the border of Dianlan City and Zi City.
The barren desert atmosphere is a common sight for everyone who often travels between these two cities. That was also what Zhou Fan was currently feeling.
"Help... Maybe we'll make it to nightfall." Zhou Fan held out his legs, while the body leaned against the wall of the horse carriage.
Previously he decided to travel by renting a horse rail, not running as usual. It was good to save energy, he thought at the time.
Ciu San was busy with wine in his hand, Zhi Long counted the banknotes in the storage ring while Zhou Jim gnawed at the bones.
Sssttt...
Zhou Fan frowned feeling the horse's kerata stop, he opened the mosquito net and asked the coachman. However, the coachman was not in his place.
Zhou Fan came out, coinciding with that the coachman appeared to appear. "Master, the train wheels are stuck in quicksand."
The old man's words suddenly made Zhou Fan look towards the back of the carriage and sure enough, the right wheel was slightly collapsed by the quicksand.
"Calm uncle, I'll pull it." Zhou Fan was already preparing to pull the carriage, but only his hand touched the surface of the carriage something from below like a rope pulling the carriage.
"Ciu San, Zhi Long, get out of the carriage!" Without thinking much Zhou Fan exclaimed, The Two Twin Axes came out with Zhou Jin who did not want to miss.
Right after they came out, the carriage fell into the center of the quicksand and there was a kind of mouth that swallowed the carriage along with the horse tied there.
Cras... Cras... Cras...
Zhou Fan's eyes twitched, looking at the quicksand. But before long, a rope shot up and was about to hook his leg. Lucky to be able to escape quickly.
The old man looked frightened, his face as pale as he could.
Zhou Fan was even more astonished. "Uncle do you know what it is?"
The old man looked doubtful, but from that fearful expression there was clearly something he knew. "Uncle, just tell me, what is it?" Zhou Fan glanced at the center of the quicksand that let out a noisy sound, the sound of chewing on the carriage as well as the horse that had just been swallowed.
"I-it's... Mo-monster desert. The legend of the Wasted Desert."