Chapter 247: The Pitchfork Old Freak
Time ticked by, second after second…
Noshimura stood within the encirclement of enemies, gripping his samurai sword. Crimson blood flowed endlessly down the blade.
"The time's almost up. Put down the sword!"
Ghost Wuxie sneered as he spun the pocket watch in his hand, thinking to himself: the Wu brothers should have already taken care of those two brats by now…
"The time isn't up yet!"
Noshimura's expression remained calm. Even as he openly lied, he stood upright like the most righteous gentleman in the world.
Sure enough…
Anyone in a high position had skin as thick as steel!
Ghost Wuxie was momentarily stunned. He clearly hadn't expected that Noshimura, a Daimyo of a nation, could be so shameless…
But it didn't matter! Noshimura might be shameless, but Ghost Wuxie was no saint either!
"Ugh…"
Noshimura's vision suddenly blurred, and his strength rapidly drained away. The moment he realized something was wrong, he tried to swing his blade to slit his own throat but he could no longer even hold the sword steady.
"Poison! You're despicable!" Noshimura glared as he collapsed weakly onto the ground.
Seeing this, Ghost Wuxie burst into laughter. "Noshimura, isn't it normal for ninjas to use poison? How can that be called despicable?"
"With this, the Wild Nation is completely in my hands!"
The handsome young man excitedly shook his reins and howled toward the sky. "Hahaha! At this rate, one day I'll turn the Bird Nation into the Sixth Great Nation!"
Just as the young Daimyo of the Bird Nation was reveling in his triumph, a suppressed chuckle suddenly rang out.
"Heh… a guy whose country nearly gets wiped out decades later, and you still dream of becoming the Sixth Great Nation."
"Who? Who said that?" The Bird Nation's young Daimyo glared around the group, his hawk-like eyes filled with violent killing intent.
Someone dared to mock him at such a moment of triumph? Whoever it was, he the Daimyo of the Bird Nation, Lu would kill them without mercy…
For a moment, everyone in the group looked at each other, suspicion filling their eyes.
"Alright, stop looking. I said it."
Li Jiexuan walked out step by step from the distance. Dust swirled across the dim yellow dunes, giving him an air of heroic presence.
"A ninja? Who are you?" The Bird Nation's young Daimyo cautiously hid himself within the crowd. Being afraid of death was a fine virtue for a Daimyo.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Li Jiexuan!" Li Jiexuan smiled, then slightly bowed toward the collapsed Noshimura. "Your son and daughter asked me to come save you…"
Seeing this, Noshimura's eyes widened. Two lines of grateful tears streamed down his face. After just a single meeting, this young man was actually risking his life to save him! There really weren't many young people like this anymore…
Seeing how moved Noshimura was, Li Jiexuan almost couldn't bear to tell him: your son already sold your country what a filial child.
At this moment, Ghost Wuxie finally snapped back to his senses and sneered through gritted teeth. "Kid, you're the helper those two children brought in?"
Li Jiexuan shrugged indifferently. "Hey, you pitchfork old man no need to probe anymore. Those two useless subordinates of yours? I killed them."
"So they're really dead…"
Ghost Wuxie paused, veins bulging on his forehead as he snarled, "Pitchfork old man? Do you even know what you're saying, you brat?"
"Aren't you holding pitchforks?"
Li Jiexuan curled his lips in disdain. This time, even Ghost Wuxie couldn't help but feel a strange discomfort about his own weapons.
"I'll kill you!"
Enraged, Ghost Wuxie leapt down from his horse, brandishing his twin red forks as he lunged toward Li Jiexuan like a gaunt bat…