Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 125 - 93: Heaven’s Eye Sees Petty Affairs, Hearts Conceal Red Dust Schemes

Chapter 125: Chapter 93: Heaven’s Eye Sees Petty Affairs, Hearts Conceal Red Dust Schemes

"Sister Xue, I never saw my husband drinking and sleeping before, this wine..."

"It’s the original brew, very mellow, very strong, and it packs quite a punch.

But the master must not be drunk, he’s just enjoying the feeling of drunkenness.

The master mentioned distillation, we improved the distillery to produce this second distilled wine."

"Be careful of the master making a drunken scene at night."

"Hehe... let him make a scene, who’s afraid?"

The two women laughed jokingly, and soon after, the door cracked open gently. Lady Yan peered inside and saw Li Yuan lying comfortably, covered with a blanket, with the warmth of fire filling the air, and a faint pine scent emanating from the high-quality charcoal.

She quietly closed the door again, whispering, "Aunt Wang, don’t let anyone disturb the master. By the way, go make some sobering soup..."

These little exchanges filled Li Yuan with warmth. He remained lying, continuing to observe Shanbao County.

Shanbao County was large, nestled by mountains and water, with the Twelve Districts scattered artfully.

Originally, the Blood Saber Sect, Wei Family, and Sun Family formed a tripartite power structure.

Datong Square, Zichong Square, and Nanping Square were connected, previously the hotspots of three family quarrels.

Now Shanbao County was unified, all belonged to Blood Saber Sect, and the outer city gate became the boundary with outside.

The northern city gate was in Wutong Square, the western city gate was in Maochang Square, the southern city gate was in Rongguang Square, while there was no East Gate because to the east were Xiao Mo Mountain and the surrounding wilderness.

Apart from the three gates, a Silver Creek came from the north through Silver Creek Square, thus... the Black Market was actually the fourth gate.

As he watched, he suddenly felt his vision become clearer, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

With a thought, he saw a change in the county through the eyes of the White Sparrow.

Rows of tiny ant-like numbers appeared.

Li Yuan had a premonition and quickly had a White Sparrow land on a tavern, where there were still some people outside.

He saw lines of numbers clearly: "0~1", "1~2", "0~1"...

Li Yuan: ???

"What is this..."

"I can actually see through the bird’s eyes to gauge people’s strength."

"The reason must be frequent use, adapting to this Divine Soul Connection thus forming this vision, right?"

Li Yuan sat up directly, couldn’t help but laugh.

With this, he could better guard against approaching danger, more clearly define the boundaries of danger, more accurately control what could and couldn’t be done, thus protecting this little home of his.

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The next day during the day...

Brother Xiong arrived outside the county, blending in with refugees to sneak into the county from the North Gate of Shanbao County, then quickly headed towards the Little Ink Workshop.

In the afternoon, he finally reached the village workshop.

The people in the village workshop saw him. At first, they didn’t recognize him. Once they did, they were all amazed, with many coming up to ask for information.

After all, many families in the village had sent men to war, life and death unknown. Now that Brother Xiong had returned, they naturally wanted to inquire.

Brother Xiong had already concocted lies, saying he was knocked out during the battle, and when he awoke, the battle had ended. He crawled out of a pile of corpses, not knowing where he was. After wandering outside for a long time, he was lucky to join a merchant, earning some money. When the caravan passed nearby, he finally ran back. As for the others, they were likely doomed.

Then, Brother Xiong asked about the situation.

"Your wife didn’t make it through the winter, died of illness, the villagers dug a pit and buried her," a village elder said with a sigh.

"Is that so..." Brother Xiong thought of his yellow-faced wife, feeling no sadness at all. If she’s dead, she’s dead, why fear being without a wife? Now he’s with General Qing Xiang, as long as he makes a contribution, why worry about living well and eating well?

Then he quickly asked, "How about Feng’Er?"

After asking, he put on a look of distress, "I meant to give them a good life, but my wife was not blessed... now that I’ve lost her, I can’t lose Feng’Er too."

With these words, many people in the village wore strange expressions, especially some of the young men who stayed behind during the turmoil since quite a few of them had sampled Feng’Er.

"What about Feng’Er?" Brother Xiong feigned concern.

A village elder said, "She’s in her home, but a bit crazy... if you want to see, go ahead."

Brother Xiong said, "How could that be? Feng’Er and Yan Yu had such a good relationship, and now Yan Yu is Elder Li’s wife..."

The elder stopped speaking, and another person ran out, offering various explanations again.

Brother Xiong was momentarily stunned, but still gritted his teeth and ran to Feng’Er’s house, knocking on the door.

When the door opened, inside was a girl with disheveled hair, pale complexion, still lovely but expressionless.

Brother Xiong could vaguely recognize she was Feng’Er, only she looked very haggard.

Feng’Er upon seeing Brother Xiong was also momentarily stunned. She remembered that day, her lying with this man, being dragged away afterwards.

"Am I dead?" Feng’Er asked.

Brother Xiong’s eyes rolled, saying, "Feng’Er, Feng’Er!!"

He rushed over, wanting to hug her.

The woman numbly allowed him to embrace her.

"I owe you so much, Feng’Er," Brother Xiong said affectionately, "From now on, I’ll treat you well. I earned some money, let’s go to the city for a good life."

Feng’Er bit her lip, for a long time... and then longer, she asked, "Why did you come back?"

"I miss you, I think of you all the time when I’m out there," Brother Xiong said, even more affectionately.

In those bandit dens, there were many men, almost no women, whenever they managed to seize a few, they were exceptional treasures. By the time it was Brother Xiong’s turn, it was almost like a worn-out sack of a corpse.