The Legend of the Guardians of the East Gate
Ch. 5

A year after the events in the Qing Empire Reading Room, a fateful journey of a human child has just begun.

The war had been going on for two years, many people had chosen to leave the two kingdoms in search of a new place to avoid the impact of the war, and some criminals took advantage of the opportunity, to rob people who are traveling far away, who bring with them all their wealth.

Somewhere not far from the west gate, a man about 50 years old was half-kneeling on a tree branch with two small children, a boy and a girl, the man was dressed in noble clothes and gazing towards the robbery not far from where he was hiding, several blood-soaked corpses were seen in several places, there was even the body of a woman, there was a dead body, the robber left only an old man who was already injured, and a boy who was preparing for his death.

"uncle Which why didn't uncle help those people?" said the boy.

the person called uncle Yang looked deeply at the boy beside him,

"listen to your uncle this well, you two remember this uncle's message, never forget our original purpose to this place, and from this moment on get rid of your feelings for unimportant things like this, things like this can mess things up, do you understand?" said the man called Uncle Yang.

"we understand uncle," said the little girl while nodding.

"good Ling'er, now we should go," said Uncle Yang, as he tidied up his clothes and prepared to leave the robbery.

"but Uncle Yang, look at that!" said the boy while holding his uncle's hand, and the other hand pointed towards the robbery.

"foolish boy," muttered Uncle Yang and looked back at the little boy.

"Xu Guang Zhou, I know your heart is so warm, but this is how cruel life, the weak will not endure, then be strong, you will be our hope," said Uncle Yang while holding both shoulders of the little boy.

The little boy nodded, yet Xu Guang Zhou eyes were still staring at a robber who wanted to behead a Kumal-clad boy who was brownish in color with the color of the cloth binding on his head, his face was full of black stains, and barefoot, the boy's greenish eyeball looked into the eyes of the robber who wanted to behead him so calmly, making the robber lower his sword.

"you think I can't kill children? but looking at your clothes, you're apparently the son of a slave, well tell me if your master is often cruel to you?" asked the robber who looked like the leader of the group, while pointing at an old man in noble clothes, who was half crawling on the ground.

"no-sir, my, I've never been evil" said the old man, whose face was covered in bruises and blood-splitting lips.

The slave boy just shook his head slowly like he was unsure, making the old man's face slightly relieved.

"he killed my father" said the boy suddenly without expression.

The old noble's face looked so frightened, though,

"ti-dak, I have never killed in my entire life, trust me sir," said the old noble in a trembling voice.

The robber chief frowned, and paid no heed to the old noble's words.

"what's wrong with this boy? he still so calmly looked at his father's killer?is he stupid?" the inner leader of the robber and approached the slave boy and crouched down beside him.

the boy looked at the robber leader with his flat face,

"I am nine years old" said the boy.

"Well I'll give you a chance to take revenge, hold this sword and kill the man who killed your father" the robber said.

"I don't want mister" said the boy.

"are you scared?" asked the robber leader while looking deeply into the little boy's eyes.

the boy shook his head as he clenched his lips that were like a small lump right in the middle of the upper lip, making his face look a little funny, and stupid

"I didn't see the slightest bit of fear in his eyes, there was only one way to be sure of him, he was stupid or there was something else," the robber's inner leader said.

"Well shall I make it easy for you" said the robber, and the robber swiftly pulled the boy's hand, and gripped the handle of his sword in the little boy's hand, and with a single gesture, the sword in the boy's hand had already pierced through the heart of the old noble who was kneeling before the two.

"Supervisorsbbbbbb....."

"Huaaakkkhhh....."

The old noble's eyes widened, fresh blood spurting from his lips and chest, soaking the face of the boy, making the boy's face so terrifying.

The robbers eyes did not look at the sword-pierced noble, but they were very attentive to the expression of the slave boy.

"this is impossible" said the leader of the robbers was barely heard, but at the same time the leader of the robbers felt a danger approaching.

"syyyuuutttt....."

"trannkkkkk....."

A secret weapon pointed at his head, and was successfully fielded by the leader of the robbers, as well as jumping back several meters, he said, but had not had time to balance his body suddenly a monk was behind him and landed a palm on the back of the robber leader.

"mmmmmm....."

the energy of the blow pierced through the robbers body and also pierced through a large tree that was far enough in front of the robber.

Fresh blood gushed again and now from the lips of the robber leader made him thrown a few meters, and his body did not move at all.