Chapter 57 A Disaster caused by a Martial Cultivator

Just as Ma De was about to step on the gas, Qin Hao stopped him, "Wait! They're not coming for us."

The police cars rushed over with ear-piercing alarm and ran into the direction of the Zuo family. Maybe someone had called the police and they were rushing towards the crime scene.

Ma De let out a sigh of relief. He quickly started the car as soon as the police cars passed them. He drove the car to a hidden sewer entrance, got off the car, lifted the iron cover and threw Qin Hao's bloody clothes and the basin with water in it down the drain. Then he drove away from Changhai City.

"Brother Hao, I suggest that you go to the southwest border. Don’t come back until the trouble is over." As Qin Hao didn't tell him where he wanted to go, Ma De kindly suggested.

In fact, Qin Hao was struggling in his heart. He had never thought of hiding but entangling whether he should search for the Black Star Stone or the Blood Core Grass.

He needed to improve his strength, and he did not think that he would be OK if he could destroy the Zuo family. He might face even greater threats. He could still hear the last words from Ning Wuchen before his death, “Devil Shadow Sect will not let you go.”

The Devil Shadow Sect was an ancient martial sect. Qin Hao could challenge the Zuo family by himself, but it would be extremely dangerous for him to challenge an ancient martial sect. An expert at Perfection Stage could kill him easily.

But now there was one thing he had to do, and that was to cure An Ru's mother. He had promised to cure her illness in half a year. Half a year sounded like a long time, but it would take him half a year to find that nameless island in the Indian Ocean.

After thinking it over for a while, he finally decided to find the Blood Core Grass. On one hand, it could cure An Ru's mother's illness, on the other hand, it could also increase his strength. After making his mind, he asked Ma De, "Do you know how to go to the Indian Ocean?"

Ma De was stunned. It’s too far away. Why would he think about going to the Indian Ocean? Ma De didn’t know that Qin Hao was going there for other purposes, not to hide.

"Brother Hao, you can go there by a passenger liner." Since he had been asked, he could only answer.

Qin Hao shook his head. Passenger liners had established routes. It’s impossible to take a passenger liner to look for a nameless island. Furthermore, he didn’t even know what the island looked like. It is like fishing for a needle in the ocean.

"I mean, we need to find a boat. I'm going there to look for something."

"Huh?" Ma De wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Brother Hao, that’s not easy. If you're looking for something in the Indian Ocean, why not try Cambodia in southeast Asia?"

"Why?" Qin Hao asked curiously. It seemed that he had guessed that Ma De had been there before.

Ma De's expression suddenly darkened and he fell into silence. He seemed to recall some dreadful memories. He's been through a lot.

"I've been to Dingla, a small town in Cambodia." Ma De said, " It was a poor, chaotic place on the coast of the Indian Ocean. The women there can spend a night with you at a very low price, and the men made a living by fishing and some illegitimate business. They often went to certain islands in search of precious metals and medicinal herbs, or to smuggle drugs. Some of them even became pirates."

Ma De explained in details. He seemed not to be talking to Qin Hao, but recalling his memories. He may have taken refuge in that town. Qin Hao was not interested in his story, but he got a useful piece of information, which was that those men went to certain islands in search of metals and herbs. It would be great if he could get on a boat like that.

"Okay, Ma De, let's go to Dingla." Qin Hao interrupted Ma De's memory.

Ma De shook his head, revealing a bitter smile. To be honest, he didn't want to go there for a second time.

Looking at Ma De shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Qin Hao thought he wouldn't agree to go there. It’s good that he had taken him out of Changhai City. Why should he follow him to Dingla?

Qin Hao also felt that his request was a bit excessive. He immediately smiled awkwardly and said: "I'm sorry. I can go there by myself. Just stop the car and go back to Beiwei City."

"No, Brother Hao. I …" Ma De wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Qin Hao smiled, "You've already done a lot for me. You don't need to say anything more0. Stop the car."

"Brother Hao, if you really want to go to that place, you can enter Cambodia from the border town of Wuliu and head southwest. You can ask people on the way. They know that place." Although Ma De wouldn't follow him, he gave him suggestions warmly, "You have to get to Nanlin City first. I'll take you to Nanlin."

"Nanlin? I can go there by myself. You can go back now." Qin Hao didn’t want to owe him any favors.

"It's okay, Brother Hao. Nanlin City is my hometown. I just want to go home. Let's go together."

Nanlin and Beiwei were geographically opposite. This guy came from Nanlin but he had been living and working in Beiwei for a long time. He was good. But Qin Hao's spiritual sense detected the glimmers in his eyes. It turned out that there were other purposes behind his hospitality.

Qin Hao laughed coldly in his heart. He wanted to see what his purposes were. If he really had any bad ideas, he wouldn't mind killing him. He had killed so many people in the Zuo family and it’s not difficult for him to kill one more.

So, he no longer insisted on going alone. He continued to take Ma De's free car and headed in the direction of Nanlin City. Ma De had all kinds of certificates and they were not afraid of being questioned by the traffic police. The case of the Zuo family should be pursued soon. He might be wanted and pursued tomorrow. Now, with Ma De's help, he could be safe.

The car left Changhai city. A few hours later, they were on a steep mountain road on the Eighteen-Bends Mountain. Qin Hao was familiar with this place. He had a narrow escape from a car accident here, and then he got his chance and became who he was now. He didn't expect to be here again today, and he signed with great emotion.

Surprisingly, the car turned a corner and was unable to move forward. It seemed like there was a traffic jam in front of them. The cars lined up in a long queue, and the roadside was full of people who got out and looked forward or breathed fresh air.

Ma De stopped the car and handed the driver of the car in front of him a cigarette with a smile, "Brother, what's going on there?"

The driver took the cigarette and saw that it was a good brand. He immediately said politely, "It's not a traffic jam. The police have closed off the road. I heard the police were after a criminal and they told us to go the other way. If there was another way, we wouldn't be climbing the mountain. We had no choice but to wait here."

"How long have you been waiting?"

"At least three to four hours. Damn, I don't know how long I'll have to wait." He complained.

"What kind of criminal? How come the armed police haven't found them?" Ma De was curious.

The driver shook his head, "I don't know. I heard that they were vicious. The mountain is full of mist. We can't see anything, even with telescopes."

Ma De went back to the car and told Qin Hao all about it.

Qin Hao frowned. He couldn’t waste time here. Although the mountain was far away from Changhai City, it still belonged to the jurisdiction of Changhai City. Maybe the crime scene had been discovered. Changhai police would check and block all outlets in the municipal area as soon as possible. He was not afraid of those people, but after all, they would bring him more trouble. Besides, he lacked patience. If everyone else had been waiting here for hours, who knew how long it would take? He decided to go up and have a look.

"Let me have a look. If the road is clear, I will wait for you up there." Qin Hao got out of the car.

Ma De wanted to say something, but he knew Qin Hao's capabilities, so he didn't say anything.

Although Eighteen-Bends Mountain was no better than the virgin forests, it also had abundant vegetation. It was a special forest resource protection area in Changhai City.

Qin Hao didn't go up from the main road, instead he walked into a narrow mountain path and entered the dense forest. Avoiding the crowds, he cast the Phantom Cloud Trace and ran towards the top of the mountain like a gust of wind. If he went there on foot, it would take him a long time.

After running for twenty minutes, Qin Hao heard gunfire coming from above. They were probably not far from the top of the mountain. After twenty minutes of casting Phantom Cloud Trace, Qin Hao also felt tired. With little Spiritual Energy left, he had to stop and take a rest.

He took a deep breath and calmed down. Only then did he fly up onto a tall tree and look around.

The top of the mountain was shrouded in mist, but with his eyesight, he could see what was happening there.

On the road at the top of the mountain, there were a few military camouflage vehicles. Rows of people wearing camouflage clothes were guarding the roadside with weapons. Qin Hao was sure that these people were not police, but soldiers. It was the army. He was shocked. What kind of criminal he was? Why did they send soldiers out?

What surprised him even more was that there were special combat soldiers. They were wearing black uniforms and black headgear, with only two eyes exposed. And they were all equipped with advanced weapons.

Special combat soldiers?

Under the protection of the soldiers, a dashing middle-aged man wearing a general's uniform was holding an exquisite military telescope in his hand. With a foot stamping on the fence, his frowned and looked down the mountain.

In his binoculars, over twenty special combat soldiers had already surrounded the target like ghosts. But there was no sign of relief on the resolute face of the general. On the contrary, the closer they got to the target, the more nervous he became.

There was an ambulance behind him, and there were five special combat soldiers lying in it. He didn't want any more sacrifices. It would take a lot of manpower and material resources to select a qualified person from thousands of soldiers and train him. They were all valuable treasures of the country. He couldn't afford to sacrifice them.

In the bush, special combat soldiers were divided into groups of three, forming a triangle of attack and slowly approaching their target.

Suddenly, the bush moved and a black shadow scurried out like lightning.

"Bang Bang …" A shot had been fired at the instant the shadow appeared. Unfortunately, they missed and the black shadow disappeared.

The three soldiers who were nearest to the shadow dispersed at once, searching in three directions.

“Hu!” There was a sudden gust of wind, and one of the soldiers seemed to see a shadow. But before he could see what it was, his neck was tied with a rope. Years of training had given him the instinct to pull the dagger out of the leggings. He tried to cut the rope.

He was very fast. Within a second, he had already pulled out his dagger. However, someone was faster than him. Before the dagger could reach the rope, he was pulled out by the rope and hung up high on a tree.

The rest two soldiers immediately went to rescue him. A shadow dashed at them from the side at a speed that seemed to exceed the limits of humans. One of them had just fired a bullet and was knocked down from behind. Unable to fire at such close range, the other soldier pulled out his dagger and stabbed at the shadow, but he missed and the black shadow was already behind him and ran a dagger across his neck.

When the other special combat soldiers saw what was going on and came to surround the black shadow, it had already disappeared into the forest right under their noses.

The general was heartbroken to see three more soldiers fall through the telescope. He gritted his teeth, "This is the disaster caused by the Martial Cultivator!" He clenched his teeth and roared as he kicked the fence under his feet. "Clang! Clang!" He wished to turn the fence into that damned black shadow and stomp it to the ground.

"I, Li Zhanwu, have never lost a battle. Damn, those Martial Cultivators!" Li Zhanwu was extremely angry and resentful.

"General, let's ask the Dragon Team for help." A middle-aged man with narrow face, who was wearing an officer's uniform and glasses said. He was a civilian officer named Yu Lianshu.

His mention of the Dragon Team made Li Zhanwu furious, "Those bastards! We have asked for their help. They are so arrogant! They think they know a little about the ancient martial arts and they are great. I don't believe we couldn’t kill this bastard without their help! "

Li Zhanwu's blood was boiling as he roared at the guards behind him, "Give me a gun!"