Chapter 10: Abetting the Tiger, Yi’s Archery Skills (Please Save and Follow)
“Something unusual?”
Qin Jianghe pondered for a moment and recounted some seemingly strange events, though nothing that offered a useful clue.
Suddenly, Zhou Chen, who had been quietly following along like a shadow, interrupted.
“Sir County Captain, I encountered something unusual last night.”
Though he preferred to stay out of the spotlight, Zhou Chen hoped to enlist Zhang Long’s help in dealing with whatever had knocked on the door the previous night.
“What was it?”
Zhang Long and Qin Jianghe turned their attention to Zhou Chen.
With a look of lingering fear, Zhou Chen said, “Last night, in the middle of the night, the missing old man Qin suddenly came knocking, looking for me and Qin Hongyu, asking us to open the door!”
“I felt something was off. Since I have a poor relationship with old man Qin, I was wary and didn’t open the door immediately.”
“I’ve hunted since I was young and have sharp hearing. I wasn’t asleep yet, and I’m certain there were no footsteps outside.”
“So, I told old man Qin to bring it up during the day. In any case, I didn’t open the door. He called out for a while, then fell silent.”
“I was afraid to open the door or go out until daylight. When I finally did, there was no trace of anything.”
“Qin Hongyu and I still went to old man Qin’s house, only to find he had disappeared. And it wasn’t just him—others were missing too.”
A chill ran through Qin Jianghe’s heart. He did not believe that the figure knocking last night was the real old man Qin. Could it be that some supernatural creature had appeared in Dahe Village?
Zhang Long narrowed his eyes, staring at Zhou Chen, then mused aloud, “Did old man Qin try to break down the door or force his way in last night?”
“No, he was just outside calling for me and Qin Hongyu to open up.”
“Any other abnormalities?”
“No, nothing else.”
Zhang Long nodded slightly, feeling a measure of relief. Glancing at the serious faces of Qin Jianghe and the other constables, he calmly said, “No need to be anxious; it’s probably nothing too formidable.”
“If it were truly dangerous, would he still be alive?”
“Besides, those missing are all solitary individuals. That suggests the adversary isn’t very powerful.”
“Your wisdom is unmatched, sir!”
Several constables, along with Qin Jianghe and Zhou Chen, offered their compliments.
Zhang Long’s reasoning was sound.
Their anxiety eased somewhat.
Zhou Chen and the others returned to Dahe Village, where Zhang Long began to question the villagers for various pieces of information.
“Based on the mold on the food at Widow Chen’s house, her disappearance dates back at least four days, not just two. Yet someone saw Widow Chen and Zhang Dagen meeting secretly late at night two nights ago.”
“From what we know about Zhang Dagen’s situation, his disappearance likely happened two nights ago.”
“Old man Qin also met with Widow Chen before he vanished…”
Zhang Long pieced together the information. On the surface, it seemed Widow Chen was closely involved, perhaps having killed others before fleeing in guilt.
But the leftover food and supplies at her home didn’t support a hasty escape.
Moreover, Zhou Chen’s encounter with the ‘old man Qin’ knocking on the door didn’t seem human…
Suddenly, Zhang Long’s eyes flashed as he turned sharply to Zhou Chen.
“I heard your master was recently eaten by a beast while hunting?”
“That’s right.”
Zhou Chen nodded.
“Did you hear a tiger’s roar last night?”
“Yes.”
Zhou Chen’s heart stirred.
“Could it be related to a tiger? An accomplice of the beast?”
Legend has it that when a tiger devours a person, it can transform the victim’s soul into a puppet ghost under its control. The ‘old man Qin’ knocking last night was likely such a puppet ghost.
Widow Chen might have long since become one too, then lured old man Qin, Zhang Dagen, and other lonely bachelors to their doom, turning them into puppet ghosts as well.
Zhang Long’s eyes gleamed with insight.
He looked at Zhou Chen thoughtfully and said, “What you encountered last night was probably a puppet ghost. The culprit is likely the big beast that ate your master.”
“After devouring a person, the beast gains sentience and begins transforming into a demon. The more it eats, the faster it evolves.”
“You’ve hunted since childhood—if a beast like that roams these parts, can you track it?”
“I should be able to.”
Zhou Chen nodded, then clenched his fists with determination.
“I will track down that beast and avenge my master!”
“Good. You’ll come with me to hunt that evil tiger in the mountains.”
Zhang Long acted decisively, quickly summoning his constables into action.
Zhou Chen gathered his bow and gear and followed along.
“Sir, since the tiger likes to prey on humans, it’s probably coming again tonight. Why don’t we set an ambush and wait for it?”
Zhou Chen asked, puzzled.
“An awakened tiger is cunning. It has puppet ghosts scouting for it. It won’t enter the village. Even if it comes at night, it’ll only stay near the forest edge. If it senses danger, it’ll flee,” Zhang Long replied casually.
What he didn’t say was that night was dangerous—there might be other strange things lurking. He preferred to hunt during the day rather than risk the unknown after dark.
“I see. Thank you for clearing that up, sir.”
Zhou Chen nodded, enlightened.
They moved swiftly and were at the rear mountain within half an hour. Using his advanced tracking skills, Zhou Chen immediately found signs of the tiger’s recent activity.
“I didn’t notice this before when hunting. It must have appeared in the past few days. I wonder if I could handle it alone?”
He felt the weight of the task ahead.
“I must find it and, with Zhang Long’s help, kill it. Otherwise, it will only grow stronger and pose a bigger threat. Hunting here will soon be too dangerous.”
Following the tracks, Zhou Chen led Zhang Long’s party deeper.
The path overlapped with the route old man Cao had taken when attacked by the beast.
“Most likely, it’s the same beast that devoured old man Cao.”
After another half hour, Zhou Chen arrived at the site of old man Cao’s attack.
Suddenly, a familiar scent reached him.
Old man Cao’s scent.
He hurried forward and found a pair of worn cloth shoes hidden in the grass.
“These are my master’s shoes!”
Zhou Chen picked them up, sorrow washing over his face.
But as he held them, his heart jolted.
The soles had a hidden compartment, torn open by the beast. Through the gap, Zhou Chen glimpsed three large characters:
“Archery Technique”
“Old man Cao had a martial arts manual hidden here?”
A mix of surprise and joy filled Zhou Chen. Without hesitation, he covered the gap with his palm to conceal the secret, clutching the shoes to his chest, grief-stricken—as if mourning his master.
Zhang Long paid no mind to the shoes; he knew old man Cao had been eaten, so finding the shoes here was normal.
More importantly, Zhang Long didn’t rely solely on Zhou Chen’s tracking. He suspected the beast’s lair was near where old man Cao was killed.
If Zhou Chen failed to track the beast, Zhang Long intended to return here to search.
“Be cautious. The tiger might be close.”
Gripping the treasured blade at his waist, Zhang Long warned the constables, then looked at Zhou Chen, who still held the shoes mournfully.
“Think you can find the tiger?”
“No problem.”
Zhou Chen carefully stored the shoes and scanned the surroundings for more clues.
Soon he confirmed the direction and led Zhang Long’s party toward two o’clock.
“Help! Ahhh…”
A woman’s desperate, pained cry echoed from afar.
Zhang Long instantly drew his blade and charged forward without hesitation.
Zhou Chen furrowed his brows and fell back behind the other constables.
Under the shadow of a large tree lay a disheveled, scantily clad beauty.
Her brows were tightly knit in distress, evoking a protective urge, as if one wanted to cradle her and shield her from harm.
If not Widow Chen, then who else?
Clang!
The sharp ring of a blade sounded. Zhou Chen saw a flash of blood-red steel, accompanied by a scream, and Widow Chen vanished into smoke and mist!
“Is this what a martial artist is? The blood-red on the blade—is that their energy?”
Zhou Chen stared at Zhang Long in awe.
“Vile creature, come out and die!”
Having slain Widow Chen, Zhang Long pressed forward with no hesitation, his voice booming through the forest.
A tremor shook the woods as a massive white-spotted tiger suddenly leapt out from the thicket, jaws wide, fangs gleaming fiercely. The terrifying aura brought a rush of blood and stench.
“Hiss! Much bigger than before!”
Zhou Chen’s eyes widened. The Northeast tiger rarely grows beyond three meters, but this beast was at least five meters long, standing nearly six feet tall at the shoulder, majestic and imposing.
“Zhang Long can handle this, right?”
Despite the beast’s size, Zhang Long remained confident and unafraid. In fact, he seemed eager, clearly not taking the tiger seriously.
Killing this beast would bring him great advantage.
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