Chapter 447: The Rebel Soldiers of Youzhou! (1/2)

Chapter 447: The Rebel Soldiers of Youzhou!

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”What in the world is going on?”

The boundless rain slapped onto his face like lead pills as An Yaluoshan galloped through the rain, a long white wake of water left behind him.

He could hear the galloping of horses behind him, each sound pounding at the bottom of An Yaluoshan's heart. It had been a long time since he had experienced being hunted down.

These people were rushing toward him with all the ferocity of a torrential flood. An Yaluoshan knew that if he was caught or was just a little too slow, the only thing waiting for him would be death.

This intense danger made An Yaluoshan's head ache and his entire body feel like it was about to explode. He had already pushed this Ferghana steed that he had brought from Youzhou to the limit, but he didn't feel like he was widening the distance.

There was no doubt that the steed of his pursuer was not one bit inferior to his!

This made An Yaluoshan even more uneasy.

But none of this danger could overcome that one thought in An Yaluoshan's mind:

Why was all of this happening?

There were so many people in Drunken Sparrow restaurant, so why was that Han youth targeting him? He was also the least famous of the Four An Brothers, so why was all the attention being put on the obscure him?

And there was another, even more important thing that An Yaluoshan couldn't understand. Ever since he had come down from Youzhou to here, he had been very inconspicuous and obedient, acting like a dog with its tail between its legs. He had done nothing to disrespect the law.

So why did that youth not seem to care about anyone else and insist on running him down?

An Yaluoshan had searched his mind and confirmed that he had never met that boy, so there was naturally no opportunity for any conflicts to form. But that loathing, those bloodshot eyes, wouldn't lie.

There was one moment, An Yaluoshan had to admit, that he truly had been scared out of his wits. That was no longer something as simple as ordinary hatred or loathing, but a deep-seated hatred that had been forged in a sea of blood.

So when An Yaluoshan saw his sworn brother An Wenzhen being cut down, he immediately fled. He had a bad feeling that if he was just a little too slow, he would never be able to escape.

Just who is that boy? Where did I ever get into a quarrel with him? Youzhou? Impossible! All the youths of the capital are tender and soft. None of them would ever go to such a remote place. And besides, with their status, who would ever try to do anything against them?

Could it be the capital? Impossible! This is my first time in the capital. If I met him before, I would have known and wouldn't be inexplicably pursued like this.

An Yaluoshan pressed against the back of his horse, panting for breath as countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Perhaps it was because he had escaped too many times, had been pursued by that person too many times.

After spending so long living in fear, An Yaluoshan had discovered that he was extremely skilled at escaping in very poor circumstances.

The galloping behind him, the torrential rain, the splashing water, and that clanging of metal that seemed to want to take his soul made An Yaluoshan's heart beat in fear.

An Yaluoshan could easily imagine that youth's cold and handsome face, his icy and bloodshot eyes. He could even hear and smell his breath.

They were already extremely close.

But An Yaluoshan did not dare to turn his head.

This unreasonable pursuit, those extremely vicious and thunderous methods, and that pair of bloodshot eyes, filled with hatred… An Yaluoshan had never imagined that he would meet someone who would make him panic as much as that person.

More importantly, An Yaluoshan still had no idea why all this was happening.

Could it be because of that guy?

An idea came to him. As he was thinking, An Yaluoshan had suddenly recalled that group of Han that they had driven out of Drunken Sparrow restaurant.

There had been all sorts of people in that crowd, and quite a few of them had been sailors. When they were driving them out, that crowd had shouted that their leader was a young man from the capital's Wang Clan.

At the time, An Wenzhen had easily headed off this tactic. An Wenzhen had said that the Wang Clan of the capital was an elite clan. If they held a party, how could they not reserve the entire restaurant? And how could they associate with this everyday riffraff? They had to be lying.

And then they broke their bones!

Those people had been extremely agitated, saying that they would definitely regret this!

After thinking for so long, An Yaluoshan could only think of this incident.

But even if that was the cause, he had nothing to do with this incident. An Wenzhen had been the perpetrator. He hadn't even joined in the beating!

If that boy wanted to find someone, he should have gone after An Wenzhen and the others. Why was it him instead!?

First I'll go to the relay station in the western suburbs. Only there will I be absolutely safe!

All these thoughts flew out of his head as An Yaluoshan urged his horse on.

……

As the rain poured down in buckets, the crackling lightning bolts allowed for brief glimpses of two sets of man and horse, one in front and one behind.

Wang Chong was pressed against the back of his horse, his mouth clenched. Behind him was the galloping of horses, but no one was saying anything.

The current silence was for more frightening than if there had been voices.

No matter where you go, you won't be able to escape the capital!

Wang Chong stared in front of him.

The capital was a walled city, and he had come from the city gate. The city gate was behind him, and as long as An Yaluoshan didn't escape through the city gate, it didn't matter where else he went—he would never escape his grasp.

No, even if An Yaluoshan did escape through the city gate, he still wouldn't be able to escape.

In his last life, he had spent thirty-five years but had still failed to rescue the Central Plains from its fate of destruction. In this life, Wang Chong had already put in enormous efforts and a great deal of time to make ample preparations for the Central Plains.