Chapter 2788 - 2787: Nothing Left to Live For

Chapter 2788: Chapter 2787: Nothing Left to Live For

Song Gongming was taken back by the bandits, knowing he was destined to die, he said nothing and allowed them to tie him up in the main hall.

The three bandits came in and asked their subordinates, "Did you find anything?"

The little bandit reported disappointedly, "Report to you, chief, this is a poor guy, he doesn’t have a penny on him."

The bandit leader rubbed his head and said, "This is a loss for us, we can’t make a trip for nothing, with so many of us involved."

One bandit stared at Song Gongming and said, "I observe that this person looks like a scholar, his family shouldn’t be too poor. Go ask him to have his family send some money over."

The two bandit leaders nodded, went up to Song Gongming, and demanded, "Hey, you poor scholar. Where do you live, what’s your surname, and do you have any property?"

Song Gongming, pale, said, "If you’re going to kill, then kill, why bother with nonsense!"

Wow!

The bandit leader exclaimed, pulling a dagger from his chest and said, "So you’re a tough guy too!"

He stepped forward, pressed the dagger against Song Gongming’s neck, and said, "Listen, the three of us have eaten more people in this Green Wind Stockade than the salt you’ve eaten. If you keep being stubborn, I’ll dig out your heart and eat it."

Tears streamed down Song Gongming’s face as he said, "Retribution, it’s all retribution. I just ate my son’s flesh, now being eaten by you is only payback. If you want to eat, go ahead! Steam me, boil me, make me into dumpling filling, whatever you want."

"What, you ate your son?"

"Wow, you’re really ruthless!"

"Are there even fathers like you in this world!"

The three bandits mocked, not expecting this fair-faced scholar to be such a tough character.

They not only didn’t dislike Song Gongming but felt a sense of mutual respect.

A short bandit leader introduced himself to Song Gongming, "I see you’re also fit to be a bandit, why not stay and work with us! I’m called Wang Ying, known as the Short-Legged Tiger. They’re my brothers, Brocaded Fur Tiger Yan Shun and Fair-Faced Gentleman Zheng Tianshou. If you stay, we’ll make you a leader."

Song Gongming shook his head and said, "My family is pure and has been loyal to the Imperial Court for generations, how can I turn bandit with you?"

"Oh, so you’re looking down on us!"

Wang Ying shouted, and with his two brothers said, "This guy is determined to die, we won’t force him. Let’s dig out his heart and liver for wine, I want to see if they’re black or white."

"Do it, have the guys set up a cauldron in the hall, we’ll dig and eat at the same time!"

Yan Shun and Zheng Tianshou agreed immediately and had a cauldron set up in the main hall, lighting the firewood.

The hot water bubbled and steamed, and once it boiled, Wang Ying took the knife down, "Let me handle this guy. His blood is too hot for regular people to handle."

The minions opened Song Gongming’s clothes, exposing his chest.

Wang Ying pressed the knife point against it, asking Song Gongming, "Do you have any last words?"

Song Gongming said, "I, Song Gongming, have lived my life openly, without shame in my heart or to the Imperial Court. Yet with a loyal heart cast into the ditch, why does Your Majesty treat me like this?"

He let out a long, sorrowful sigh to the sky.

Wang Ying’s hand holding the dagger trembled, glanced at his brothers, and said to Song Gongming in disbelief, "You said your name is Song Gongming? Are you the one from Qizhou?"

Song Gongming laughed grimly, "Does it matter?"

Wang Ying shouted, "Of course, it matters! If you’re the Song Gongming from Qizhou, I can’t kill you!"

Yan Shun and Zheng Tianshou also rushed forward, examining Song Gongming, "Black face, short stature, he really does look like the legendary Brother Gongming!"

"Wang Ying, better ask clearly before killing!"

Zheng Tianshou reminded.

"You, say, which Song Gongming are you?"

Wang Ying confirmed again.

At that moment, a golden light struck, right at the dagger in Wang Ying’s hand.

Wang Ying’s palm shook, the dagger clattering to the ground.

Following that, a crowd of small bandits screamed, being beaten into the main hall.

Their bodies smashed the tables and chairs to bits inside, one even fell into the scalding hot water.

Immediately, he screamed horribly, holding his face and body as if slaughtered.

"Who?"

Before Wang Ying’s trio could react, an ear slap was already directed at them.

Slap, slap, slap, three crisp sounds.

The three of them flew backward like kites.

Behind Wang Ying, a Golden Eagle’s wings flashed, stabilizing his figure.

Yan Shun’s body emitted a Fierce Tiger Dharma Laksana, rolling on the ground before standing firm.

Zheng Tianshou circled the room stealthily like a ghost, landing on the ground.

Three more people appeared in the main hall.

Two were kids, only one was a young lad.

Wang Ying wiped the blood from his face, angrily yelling, "Where do you little brats come from? How dare you make trouble on Green Wind Mountain?"

"Dare to report your names?"

The tiger dharma laksana on Yan Shun’s head curled up like a sick cat upon seeing the young lad.

The young lad wielded a long sword, and said lightly to them, "Brother of the General of Yang Valley Pass, Wu Song!"

"Ah?"

"The tiger-fighting hero of Jingyang Ridge, Wu Erlang?"

"How did you get here?"

The three’s legs were somewhat weak.

Although they had practiced some techniques, they were far inferior compared to Wu Song.

Especially Brocaded Fur Tiger Yan Shun, whose Tiger Bloodline clashed with Wu Song, was suppressed to the point he couldn’t lift his head.

Behind Wu Song, Song Yuchan and Yan Qing had already untied the ropes on Song Gongming.

Song Gongming, sitting on the ground powerless, instructed Wu Song in front, "Enough, let them go!"

Song Yuchan protested, "Father, they wanted to eat you just now."

"It’s not important!"

Song Gongming, ash-faced, did not care about these matters.

The killing intent on Wu Song’s body diminished sharply, he sheathed his long sword and shouted at Wang Ying and the others, "Didn’t you hear? Get lost!"

Wang Ying and his fellows exchanged glances, all cupped their fists and bowed to Song Gongming, leading their minions to swiftly escape.

Seeing his daughter, the sorrow of losing a son in Song Gongming’s heart slightly eased.

He gently stroked his daughter’s head, asking her, "How did you know dad was here?"

Song Yuchan said, "It was calculated by master, asking us to meet you here."

Song Gongming nodded, saying no more.

With his daughter’s support, he left with them out the door.

Song Yuchan whistled, and a golden light flashed across the sky.

A giant Golden Eagle descended from the air, bending down in front of them.

Song Yuchan helped Song Gongming onto it, with Wu Song and Yan Qing also accompanying him.

The Golden Eagle Bloodline on Liangshan Island is very pure, many disciples use Golden Eagles as mounts for travel.

This Golden Eagle was borrowed by Song Yuchan from her senior brother, and will need to be returned after use.

The Golden Eagle was swift, soon flying above the territory of Qizhou.

Along the way, Song Gongming remained silent, watching below.

Song Yuchan wanted to ask why her brother hadn’t returned, but seeing her father silent, she held back.

After they returned home, the mansion had already received word.

Song Gongming’s wife, along with their three sons, greeted them in the courtyard.

As the Golden Eagle landed, everyone happily gathered around.

Lady Song embraced Song Gongming, but before she could speak, Song Gongming went inside alone, instructing not to be disturbed.

Lady Song and the sons were surprised and curiously asked Song Yuchan, "What’s wrong with your father?"