Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1367 628: Guests in the Portable Residence

As long as they'd had even a shred of vigilance, this bunch of Three-Headed People would never have let that lunatic slip away; one coordinated burst of fire would've been enough to strip his skin and rot his flesh.

Assuming he even had skin and flesh.

That lunatic was Li Banfeng's Shadow.

Ban Feng had said, one of the Shadows is not allowed to come home, because this Shadow seems to have been exposed to Heavenly Light.

He might joke and laugh in daily life, but he never muddles serious matters; Ban Feng said he wasn't allowed home, so this Shadow really couldn't go home.

This Shadow couldn't fly, couldn't use the Wind Riding Cloud Driving Skill, but in terms of speed alone, these Three-Headed People truly couldn't catch him; clutching something extremely important in his hand, he tore off at a dead sprint toward the Boundary.

...

Zhao Xiaowan and Hong Ying were still waiting beside the Boundary, vaguely seeing someone walking over from the other side.

Zhao Xiaowan made a slight adjustment, then immediately fired; a streak of shadow arced across the Boundary.

Lu Qianjiao followed the coachman onto the Dark Bridge; as they rushed along, Lu Qianjiao felt like there seemed to be someone outside the Dark Bridge.

"Che Wushang, don't you feel like there's someone around here?"

"So what if there is?" The coachman couldn't be bothered, "This bridge is about to collapse, you'd better move faster!"

The coachman wasn't exaggerating; the Dark Bridge really was about to collapse.

According to the Peddler's plan, loading a Sea Eating Old Car with more than a carriageful of people made its weight equivalent to a hundred people; Li Banfeng had said the Dark Bridge could bear a hundred people, which suited the Peddler perfectly.

But in reality, the safe load of the Dark Bridge was eighty people; a hundred was already its limit.

The coachman was terrified; his instinct to Seek Fortune and Avoid Disaster told him this bridge was going to collapse.

Zhao Xiaowan was also very worried; she didn't dare claim the Dark Bridge would definitely hold. From the various readouts on the instruments, the state of the Dark Bridge was not great; many components were already malfunctioning.

Vmm~

The Dark Bridge Cannon let out a low hum; the Dark Bridge was about to give out.

The shadow on the Boundary kept shaking, and the Dark Bridge inside the wormhole was shaking as well.

Lu Qianjiao started to panic a little, while the coachman stayed very calm: "Run with everything you've got—once you're out, you're fine!"

He was, after all, the number one coachman in Puluo State; Che Wushang hauled the Sea Eating Old Car and, together with Lu Qianjiao, burst out just before the Dark Bridge collapsed.

He set down the shafts, then sat on the ground and rested for a good while, his legs trembling nonstop.

Lu Qianjiao had fought and killed her way all along the route and was exhausted as well, sitting by the roadside and gulping for breath.

Zhao Xiaowan was still maintaining the Dark Bridge; she turned and asked the two of them, "Where's my husband?"

The coachman said nothing.

Lu Qianjiao said quietly, "He hasn't come out yet..."

Hong Ying lifted her Long Spear and pointed it at Lu Qianjiao, "Bitch, you made it out—why didn't Qi Lang?"

Lu Qianjiao had no way to answer.

She was a famous general of her generation, yet here she was, having withdrawn from the battlefield herself, while leaving a young lad behind.

Little Brother, how far have you gotten?

...

Li Banfeng was hugging the freight car, drinking tea with the Peddler inside the Portable Residence. A woman in her early twenties, wearing a thin cyan gauze dress and with her long hair coiled up, sat by the tea table, smiling at the Peddler with a sinister air.

This woman had a slightly long face, willow brows, almond-shaped eyes; when she spoke, her gaze flickered with her tone, her eyes full of Spiritual Energy. Her nose bridge was high, her red lips looked ready to drip; her looks couldn't quite match Zhao Xiaowan's, and at best were on roughly the same level as Hong Ying's, but among ordinary folk she would be a once-in-ten-thousand Beauty.

"Heh-heh!" The Beauty smiled at the Peddler; he had just taken half a sip of tea and almost spat it out.

After a moment to steady himself, the Peddler said to this woman, "We need to make this clear: your dad refused to become sworn brothers with you lot—that can't be pinned on me!"

The girl nodded, "That one's not your fault."

"Old Train not marrying your sister—that's not my fault either!"

Miss Jiu thought it over, "That one does have something to do with you!"

The Peddler denied it, "Don't talk nonsense! Old Train didn't agree—what's that got to do with me?"

Miss Jiu sighed, "Fine, let's say that one's not your fault either."

The Peddler went on, "Your sister striking out on her own and founding Crazy Cultivation—that's not my fault either. Her cultivation level was enough, and her Taoist Sect really could stand on its own; of course I was supposed to give her Medicinal Powder."

The girl nodded, "Alright, that one's not your fault either!"

The Peddler frowned, "Then what are you trying to do?"

Miss Jiu's brows knit; her face darkened, "I just want to ask you one thing: Fool's City being wiped out—was that your fault or not?"

The Peddler was silent for a moment, then lifted his head to look at Li Banfeng, "Brother, what's this supposed to mean—dragging me over here just to put me on trial?"

"All I did was invite you for a cup of tea; I didn't expect Jiu'er to come out." Li Banfeng opened the Train's drawer, stepped on a switch underfoot, and the drawer could close again. This car was just that much fun—no matter how he played with it, he never got tired.

The Peddler nodded, "So she's your Ninth Room."

Miss Jiu yelled at Li Banfeng, "I told you not to call me Jiu'er! It sounds like I'm your little concubine—the youngest little concubine!"

The Peddler asked, "If you're not the youngest one, which number are you?"

"I'm his..." Miss Jiu wanted to say senior sister, but then felt that the matter of Foolish Cultivation was best not mentioned to the Peddler, "I'm his ninth."

Miss Jiu gritted her teeth and admitted it.

Li Banfeng ducked into the cargo compartment, "Senior Brother, I don't know what grudges you two had in the past. Before you came, I'd never even seen Jiu'er; this is the first time she's shown her true body."

The Peddler snorted, "So what if she's shown her true body? Planning to come pick a fight with me?"

Miss Jiu said hatefully, "If it weren't because I can't beat you, I would've gone all out with you long ago."

The Peddler chuckled, "If you don't dare fight, then drop it. Wait till the day you've actually got some skills, then come find me."

The Portable Residence asked, "Old Train being trapped in the Inner State—would you say that's your fault or not?"

The Peddler said nothing.

The Arithmetic Cultivator of Bafang yelled, "I do problems for them every day; if I can't solve them, they beat me up. You tell me—does that count as your fault or not?"