Doted By The Regent King-Chapter 31 - Discussing Pressure and Counterpressure

31: Chapter 31 Discussing Pressure and Counterpressure

31 -31 Discussing Pressure and Counterpressure

Wufu crouched halfway, clutching the bamboo stick across her chest with one hand while resting the other on her waist, one foot slightly drawn back, tiptoeing on the ground, her dark eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Any martial artist who saw her would know that she was on guard, ready to spring into action and attack like a leopard once the enemy approached.

She waited quietly, but apart from the sound of the wind blowing through the tree tops, she heard no other movement.

It didn’t make sense, she had distinctly heard the sound of footsteps earlier, and moreover, they were dragging.

Could she have misheard?

Wufu felt a bit uncertain, slowly stood up, and thought about it, her body had not been trained, so it wasn’t surprising if she had heard wrong.

With this in mind, she continued forward with an eased heart.

Rustle, hmm.

Wufu stopped in her tracks once again and dashed toward the left front, her hand holding the bamboo stick ready to strike.

After making her way through a patch of brambles, she arrived at a disorderly slope.

Wufu looked around and, with a stern face, moved forward.

Standing on Rocky Slope, she looked below; something had rolled down from here, flattening the weeds and thorns in the process.

Was it a person?

Wufu’s gaze fell on a piece of clothing peeking out from a clump of weeds below.

In situations where the path of retreat wasn’t secure, it was her standard practice not to meddle in others’ affairs.

Reason told her to turn around and leave.

But looking at that exposed piece of clothing, she pursed her lips and still cautiously made her way down, supporting herself with the bamboo stick.

The closer she got to that piece of clothing, the sharper her gaze became, and the higher her vigilance.

She stopped a little over a meter from the garment, no, the person.

Were they dead?

Indeed, before her lay someone in coarse clothes, lying on their side, face down, their back turned to her, and it was unclear whether they were dead or alive.

Wufu hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her bamboo stick and prodded the person’s leg.

No response.

She prodded again, still no response.

Pursing her lips, she cleared away the grass and crouched down in front of the person whose life or death was unknown, reaching out to check.

The sudden change occurred just as her hand touched the person’s arm.

The supposedly unresponsive person grabbed her hand and pulled hard, using the momentum to flip over Wufu’s head, positioning a hand across Wufu’s neck and pinning her beneath him.

As soon as the unexpected situation arose, Wufu cursed inwardly, damn it, she knew good deeds never paid off.

With that in mind, her hands deftly moved, instantly drawing the carving knife from her waist.

The man had disheveled hair covering half his face, showing only half of his bloody features, his eyes however, were remarkably sharp.

When he saw that the person he was pressing down was actually a young girl, he hesitated for a moment.

“Who are you?” The man did not let his guard down despite Wufu being a young girl.

Wufu appeared terrified and said, “I, I am the daughter of a hunter.”

The man’s brows furrowed, a hunter’s daughter?

He glanced quickly at her; she was dressed in coarse patched clothes, her hair was clean without a single ornament, simply tied into a braid with a red hair tie.

She did look like a child from a poor family, saying she was a hunter’s might even be plausible.

But the man still didn’t let his guard down, his expression turned cold, intending to put on a ferocious demeanor to question her.

However, before he could settle into a fierce look, he suddenly felt a pain and numbness in his waist, his strength drained away, and his hand around Wufu’s neck slackened.

In the blink of an eye, with that slackened grip, he became the one pinned down, and the hunter’s daughter above him now smilingly asked, “Now it’s my turn to ask, who are you?”