The Lost Tomb : The Southern Archives Mysteries

Chapter 49: A Quick Plan

Mo Yungao looked to where the young man was looking. Shiwan Mountain and several other mountains next to it rose up behind the big mountain.

A glimmer of hope suddenly surged up and he clutched the gunshot wound on his shoulder. "If you carry me on your back, I'll show you the way."

The people in the village here were simple and honest. Although this man seemed to come from the north, it should be possible to deceive him since he was young.

As long as Mo Yungao left this battlefield and threw away his military uniform, he should be able to survive.

The young man ignored him and focused on sorting out his equipment instead. He had a wound on his left hand that he wrapped with a bandage he had taken from a corpse. "It's not too late for you to leave," he said before continuing to move forward.

As the young man left, Mo Yungao's hope slowly turned into despair. He sneered when he saw that the young man was walking toward a crevice in the mountain where they had been ambushed by bandits before.

"If you were a good person, you should've saved me. Now you deserve to die." He started laughing as he grabbed a grenade. There was a chance it could save him from being tortured after he was captured. He knew the bandits would skin him alive and hang his body at the entrance of the village to scare the villagers.

He waited on the hillside until dark, and by the time dawn came, only a wild boar had come to gnaw on the corpses.

No bandits came to clean up the battlefield.

Mo Yungao was somewhat surprised. Once he noticed that his wound had stopped bleeding, he got up. His energy was somewhat restored, so he busied himself taking dry food and water from the corpses. He took off his military uniform and planned to run for his life.

But Mo Yungao was a bit different from ordinary people. He took a few steps to leave the mountain, but suddenly thought about why the bandits didn't come down the mountain.

It was obvious that he and his soldiers had all been defeated. In the past, the bandits would never show mercy when they ambushed the soldiers who were trying to capture them.

He thought of the young man.

That kid who was unwilling to save him was probably dead.

As he kept walking, he inadvertently started to turn back and head towards the crevice in the mountain. He wanted to see what was going on.

The sun had just come out, the sky was incredibly blue, and Mo Yun could clearly remember how crisp the air was that day.

As he walked into the crevice and his surroundings became very dark, the blue sky stretched out endlessly overhead. The scenery was truly wonderful.

Not long ago, the blue sky here had been blocked by rifles. The bandits had been stationed at the top of the mountain and were shooting down into the crevice. Mo Yungao and his men could only rely on the protruding rocks as cover. They raised their heads to shoot at the targets overhead, but it was very difficult to take aim.

Afterwards, the bandits dropped grenades on them. They couldn't hold out anymore and had no choice but to flee.

Now the crevice was eerily quiet.

The more he walked forward, the quieter it became. When he finally reached the other end of the crevice about three hours later, he saw all the bandits' corpses lying in a radial shape right at the exit. It looked as if they had suddenly fallen to the ground and died after rushing out of the gap.