1890: I'm in Hextech Brawl in America

Chapter 43 Night Falls, Day Breaks

When Lem walked out of the manor, he felt like he had just returned from a trip to hell, but every cell in his body was screaming with excitement.

He touched the camera bag on his chest, the heavy film inside was more precious to him than gold bars.

Although there were only a few negatives left, he knew that the photos he had just taken were enough to double the newspaper sales in Honolulu tomorrow.

He originally intended to ride straight back to the newspaper office in Honolulu, develop the photos, and slap them on the face of the white editor-in-chief, but looking at the few remaining photos on the camera counter, his journalistic instincts of greed took over.

This is his "place of origin," so what if there's something even more exciting inside?

"Let's browse around some more, just a little longer."

Lem mounted the skinny horse and began searching along the paths surrounding the manor.

Soon, he discovered many more corpses, all of which were the domineering overseers who were now dead.

But Lem only glanced at it and did not raise his camera.

These white-collar supervisors no longer roused him; the ways they died were too common, a waste of film.

His gaze suddenly froze as he passed a secluded dirt road.

In the roadside bushes, there was a corpse tightly bound with rope.

The man's body was covered in blood and gore. The skin on his back looked as if it had been repeatedly rubbed against a rough surface, and it was already tattered and torn, revealing the white bones. His face was twisted to the extreme, as if he had experienced great pain before his death.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it was dragged to its death..." Lem swallowed hard and immediately raised his camera.

"Snap!"

This one absolutely has to be taken.

This is clearly a case of being tortured to death; such scenes filled with hatred and violence are most likely to provoke the reader's nerves.

After taking this picture, there were only two or three more rolls of film left.

"Oh my god, why didn't I bring more film rolls?!"

Lem slapped his forehead in frustration.

He continued walking forward and unknowingly arrived at the rocky beach known as the North Valley Entrance.

As he rounded several boulders, the sight before him left him completely stunned.

It was a real graveyard for men and horses.

A dozen or so corpses and horse carcasses lay haphazardly in the pile of rocks.

Blood stained the ground, pooling into dark red streams.

Those riflemen, dressed in uniform and well-equipped, were now scattered on the ground without any dignity.

Some had their heads gone, others had their chests smashed open, and the remains of horses and severed human arms were mixed together, making it impossible to tell which belonged to which.

Even though Lem had just witnessed the manor's appearance, he was still speechless with shock at the sight of this scene, which resembled a miniature battleground.

Is this the truth behind the white-bearded man's claim that "everyone is gone"?

Is this the work of that "devil"?

That "demon" wiped out an entire elite rifle squad?

Lem's hands were trembling, his heart filled with regret and excitement.

What I regret is that we didn't have enough film rolls, but what I'm excited about is that this is definitely another bombshell in this series of news stories!

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He rode his horse around the rocky beach, and finally climbed up a tall, large rock.

He raised his camera, adjusted the focus, and tried his best to frame the entire horrific mass grave in the viewfinder.

"Snap!"

The final negative was taken.

After taking this picture, Lem didn't want to stay a second longer. He suddenly spurred the horse's belly, and the skinny horse, in pain, took off running.

He drove excitedly and frantically straight to Honolulu, already conceiving the headline for tomorrow's front page.

A piece of news destined to shock the entire Hawaiian Islands is about to be released.

.......

Deep in the rainforest, by a stream, the night wind blew again and again before the scent of heather flowers finally dissipated.

"Phew~"

Fang Jianqiu let out a long breath, feeling refreshed as he put on the still slightly stiff short-sleeved shirt, put on his trousers, and tightened his belt.

The feeling of being completely refreshed, as if he had become a different person, made him want to let out a long howl.

"Gurgle~ gurgle~ spit..." A crisp gargling sound rang out beside him.

Fang Jianqiu subconsciously turned his head to look.

He saw a voluptuous figure kneeling by the stream with her back to him.

Sarah cupped the cool stream water in her hands and was rinsing her mouth with her head down.

This pose... is absolutely deadly.

Her tight leather outfit, which was already quite form-fitting, stretched her waist even more slenderly as she bent over and knelt, while her full, rounded breasts rose high, forming a breathtakingly perfect curve.

The moonlight shone on the black leather pants, giving them an alluring sheen. The visual impact of their rounded, firm, and elastic shape almost made Fang Jianqiu's spirits soar again.

This woman never misses a chance to test the composure of her subordinates.

"Cough cough..."

Fang Jianqiu quickly coughed twice, forcibly shifting his gaze away in an attempt to divert his attention.

"Sarah, are you alright?"

Upon hearing the sound, the alluring figure finally moved.

Sarah slowly spat out the last mouthful of water and stood up.

She turned around, and her pretty face, which had just been moistened by the stream, looked even more delicate and alluring. Her red lips, glistening with water, resembled freshly picked cherries, radiating a translucent luster that made one want to take a bite.

She looked at Fang Jianqiu, her eyes slightly narrowed, a mixture of anger and grievance on her face:

"Hmph, Jianqiu, you're showing concern for me now?" She licked her lips lightly with the tip of her tongue, her voice slightly reproachful and husky. "You almost suffocated me just now! What are you pretending to be a good person for?"

"Well......"

Fang Jianqiu was speechless, his face turning red.

How so? The beauty was too stunning, and I'd been holding back for too long, so I did get a little carried away just now.

He could only scratch his head helplessly and awkwardly, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter a dry sentence:

"Um... thank you so much, Sarah."

"Pfft!"

Seeing his embarrassed look, Sarah finally couldn't help but chuckle.

"I never expected Jianqiu, who looks so refined and upright, to have such a big and many wicked thoughts!"

She walked up to Fang Jianqiu, extended the index finger that had just done the wrong thing, and gently poked Fang Jianqiu's chest:

"Hehe, just kidding~ Sarah already said that I like anything Jianqiu makes~"

As she spoke, she looked at Fang Jianqiu with eyes that seemed to stretch into silk.

Looking at the beautiful and mature woman's face so close to his own, and listening to her words, Fang Jianqiu felt the night breeze grow warm.

Thankfully, I'm in "wise man mode" right now!

But he also had a premonition that if he stayed like this any longer, this sage mode would probably not last long before it expired.

This youthful energy can sometimes be a sweet burden.

While triggering special CGs can be very satisfying, one shouldn't get too addicted to them.

Fang Jianqiu took a deep breath, suppressed the agitation in his heart, and said seriously:

"I'm glad Sarah doesn't blame me. We've stayed long enough, it's time to go back. Otherwise, Brother Xiao will come looking for us if he sees that we haven't left for so long, and it would be so embarrassing if we bumped into each other."

Upon hearing this, Sarah tilted her head, her face showing an innocent and pitiful expression:

"But......"

She stretched out her hands and waved them in front of Fang Jianqiu. Her ten slender fingers looked delicate and boneless. "I just scrubbed the soap too hard, and my hands are sore. I don't have any strength left, and I can't even put my shoes on."

She blinked her big eyes, looking helpless.

Fang Jianqiu's lips twitched.

Goodness, a female hero who can spin a two-kilogram heavy revolver like a toy with one hand and fire six bullets in a second is now telling me that her hands are sore and she can't put on her shoes?

But if a beautiful and mature woman has said this to you, shouldn't you just do it?

"Alright." Fang Jianqiu nodded, pointed to the flat rock next to him, "Sit down, I'll help you get dressed."

Sarah smiled contentedly, obediently sat down, and stretched out her pair of fair and perfect little feet.

Fang Jianqiu squatted down, picked up the black stockings on the ground, and carefully put them on her jade-like foot, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a rare piece of white porcelain.

Sarah looked down at Fang Jianqiu's focused and gentle expression, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

"Sword Autumn~"

She suddenly wiggled her bare foot, which wasn't wearing socks yet. Her five round, cute little toes moved nimbly, and her instep taut, outlining an alluring curve.

"Next time...would you like to try this?" she asked meaningfully.

Fang Jianqiu paused, looked up at the pair of small, white feet that were dazzling in the moonlight, and then at Sarah's teasing expression.

He didn't speak, but the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

Is this woman never going to stop?

He didn't answer, but just quickened his pace, putting on her socks and high-heeled leather boots.

"Alright, let's go."

......

When the two returned to the cabin, the entire camp was quiet.

So as not to disturb the others, they remained silent and tiptoed into an empty, uninhabited room.

There was only a simple wooden bed in the room.

Sarah followed Fang Jianqiu into the room as if it were the most natural thing in the world, showing no intention of going to any other room.

If the wooden bed hadn't been so small that it would have collapsed if two people slept in it, she definitely would have squeezed in with the other person to sleep together.

Sarah reluctantly went to sleep on the small bed, while Fang Jianqiu made a makeshift bed on the ground by spreading out a layer of dry straw.

Meanwhile, in another wooden cabin.

Xiao Yuanshan, who was already old and slept very lightly, vaguely heard the noise outside and recognized it as the footsteps of Fang Jianqiu and the other person.

He rolled over, shook his head, and let out a sigh tinged with amusement:

"Sigh, young people... they just have so much energy."

"I still need to tell Brother Fang tomorrow morning that he should be careful and moderate his activities! We've just escaped danger, his health is the most important thing."

Then the old man fell into a deep sleep again.

The depths of the rainforest finally fell into complete silence.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the wooden house. Occasionally, the cry of an owl would pierce the sky, highlighting the tranquility and depth of this place.

This eventful night, filled with killing, bloodshed, romantic encounters, and turning points, is finally coming to an end.