Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 1110 Eliminating the Bandits and Continuing the Journey

"Senior, I was wrong, spare my life, spare my life!"

As the man spoke, he turned to look at Chu Chen.

When he saw the corpses scattered on the ground, his face turned a deep shade of liver from fright.

This level of strength is something even the experts on Bitter Mountain cannot achieve.

What the hell did the shopkeeper assign me? I didn't offend him.

"Heh, if you want to live, it's simple. Now, I'll ask you a question, and you answer it. If anything displeases me, you're dead."

The man nodded in fear, then swallowed hard.

"Excuse me, Senior!"

"Who are you? What brings you to me? And what is your relationship with that shopkeeper?"

The man looked at Chu Chen and thought to himself, "This is bad; this expert is just here to fish."

"Senior, my name is..."

But he didn't make a sound. Just then, an arrow shot in through the window and pinned the man to the bed.

Chu Chen frowned, darted out of the door, and saw a dark figure disappear into the night on the opposite rooftop.

Murder to silence witnesses? Upon seeing this, Chu Chen thought to himself that this organization was probably a group of habitual criminals, thugs who specialized in robbing passersby.

However, he was merely a passerby; he had more important things to do.

Thinking of this, Chu Chen was unwilling to stay here any longer.

He grabbed his personal bag, went straight to the backyard on the first floor, found his white horse, and rode it south overnight.

As soon as dawn broke, Chu Chen had already run dozens of kilometers away.

At this moment, on the road, many people dressed as knights-errant are hurrying south.

Some were alone, some were in groups of three or five.

Without exchanging words, they all tacitly headed south.

Chu Chen wasn't too surprised. In the hearts of martial artists, nothing is more attractive than rare and precious natural treasures.

After traveling for another day, Chu Chen entered a desert-like area, but the scene before him was completely different.

The roadside was littered with the corpses of martial artists and people calling for help.

It seems that murder and robbery are not uncommon, which makes Chu Chen more cautious.

It seems that once night falls, those martial artists will probably start seizing the treasure.

"Young man, are you alone?"

Just as Chu Chen was observing his surroundings, a voice appeared in his ears.

So he turned his head and saw a martial artist who looked slightly older than him, with about the second rank of strength, riding a chestnut horse and smilingly calling out to him from the side.

Out of politeness, Chu Chen nodded at him.

"Then why don't we travel together? This road is too unsafe."

After hearing this, Chu Chen couldn't help but look at him, thinking to himself, "Are you an idiot? I look like an ordinary person with no cultivation. You should at least find someone more powerful to be your partner."

"Well, I'm just an ordinary person, it's completely pointless for you to ask me to keep you company."

"Hehe, for an ordinary person to ride such a fine horse and carry so much luggage, brother, don't be modest."

After listening, Chu Chen looked down and examined himself. Indeed, compared to the others, he had brought quite a lot of things.

Aside from the bag of gold, the food he brought was enough to make many people avoid him at all costs.

Chu Chen didn't want to cause trouble, so he spurred his horse and charged forward.

"Hehe, you've misjudged him. Choose a partner with greater strength!"

The man behind wanted to give chase, but looking at Chu Chen's speed and then at his own chestnut horse, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Heh heh, the faster you charge, the faster you die. Don't believe what people say!"

The next day, Chu Chen looked at the occasional three or five corpses and the endless mountain in front of him, and thought to himself that this place was probably even more unsafe.

Aren't these things of mine too conspicuous?

However, he made no move and continued walking forward.

In his eyes, these so-called experts posed no threat to him.

Regardless of day or night, no matter how many people are in your party, the Glock still has four and a half extended magazines, the stun baton still has 80% of its charge remaining, along with that sharp longsword and its own superhuman defense.

It can be said that unless a super master arrives, these ordinary martial artists pose no threat to him at all.

After a day of trekking, Chu Chen arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Then he found a big tree, tied the horse to it, and found a sheltered spot in the wind where he sat down.

He knew things weren't going smoothly, but a long rest wasn't.

Moreover, since the body is always protected, even if someone launches a sneak attack, one's safety is not a concern.

So, Chu Chen felt perfectly justified in picking up some dry branches, starting a fire, taking out some dried meat, setting up a pot, and beginning to cook.

At this moment, martial artists began to arrive at the foot of the mountain one after another.

As night approached, everyone sought out large trees and sheltered spots to camp.

Upon seeing this, Chu Chen immediately took out the slightly stewed meat; it was too conspicuous, which wouldn't be good!

The dried meat was already cooked, but Chu Chen just wanted it softer.

Before long, everyone lit fires in their chosen spots and began preparing food in small groups.

Chu Chen observed that most of the people who had set up camp at the foot of the mountain were in groups of three to five, and there were very few people like him who were alone.

Most of them go to faraway places, afraid to enter crowds, unless you have enough confidence in your abilities.

However, when he looked to his left, he saw a very slovenly-looking old man.

He was alone at that moment, holding a large chicken leg and taking a big, delicious bite.

Seeing Chu Chen looking at him, he raised the gourd in his other hand as a gesture.

Chu Chen exchanged a smile with him, ignored him, and simply curled up on the ground and closed his eyes.

In the darkness, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly shattered the tranquility of the place.

Seeing this, Chu Chen gripped the Glock in his hand and then squinted his eyes.

He knew that someone had already started robbing lone or weak martial artists.

Chu Chen preferred to mind his own business and didn't want to get involved, but he wasn't afraid of trouble either.

Sure enough, after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Chu Chen heard footsteps coming from ahead of him.

Soon, footsteps approached him.

Chu Chen threw some dry branches into the fire to make the flames bigger.

Looking up, he saw three people standing in front of him, staring at him with ill intent.

"Friends, the journey to Bitter Mountain is long, and we brothers don't have enough food and travel expenses. Can we borrow some money?"

The man at the head of the group, carrying a ghost-head knife, bent down and spoke to Chu Chen.