"Thank you for your generosity and love. I don't know what virtue or ability I have for you to be so concerned about me."

The thin cultivator bowed repeatedly to the commander. Judging from the voice, the commander was a middle-aged man, but his face was covered tightly, and the thin man could not tell his appearance.

The orderer ignored the thin man's respectful words and said with a slight dissatisfaction, "You don't know how to speak? Why don't you drink some water to wash your throat?"

"Yes, sir, that's what you said!" The thin man quickly took out the iron kettle from his clothes and opened the lid in a hurry.

As soon as he opened the lid of the pot, a strong stench hit his face. The thin man accidentally took a breath and immediately held his throat and retched.

Why is it so smelly? He pulled up his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, tilted the iron pot and poured out the contents.

Whisper, whimper, what came out was a series of small yellowish-brown pieces, mixed with a lot of powder of the same color.

The orderer stepped back calmly to avoid staining his clothes. "You were fooled. This is dry excrement."

Upon hearing the commander's words, the thin man's face turned red instantly, and he stood there blankly. The feeling of anger and humiliation rose from his chest and directly overwhelmed his mind.

Countless words flashed through his mind, "The commander attaches great importance to me and personally guided me to find clear water, but I was tricked by three little beggars. Fortunately, I am still a cultivator..."

The commander had been observing his expression, and when he saw how angry he was, he said, "I'm very disappointed. You can't even handle three children. You are not qualified..."

Bang, the thin man slapped his face hard, bent down and interrupted the commander's words, "Sir, please give me another chance! Just once, once!"

After the thin man said this, he found that the orderer did not leave, but he did not answer. He did not dare to straighten up, so he kept bending, waiting for the orderer's decision.

After a while, the commander finally replied slowly, "Okay, since I want a chance, I'll give it to you once. There is a hole in the wall under the northwest wall. It's very hidden. Three little beggars are hiding in it."

The thin man suddenly raised his head, his eyes showing a fiery light.

The commander waved his hand and signaled him to leave quickly, "Go quickly and show off your skills."

"Thank you, sir!" The thin man clasped his fists hard, turned around and ran into the alley.

In the dark wall hole, Ma Peng fumbled and took out the water bag, carefully placed it on the innermost side, and then covered it with a few wall bricks.

When the three of them came back, it was already approaching evening. It would be dark in a while, so begging for food rations would have to be done tomorrow.

The three of them were looking for a comfortable position, preparing to go to bed early to save energy.

At this moment, continuous vibrations came from outside the city wall, and at the same time as the vibrations, there was the sound of broken wall bricks.

The three people who were about to fall asleep were startled. Zheng Qiu said uncertainly, "Why is it shaking again outside? Is there someone fighting?"

The eared cat was close to the entrance of the hole. He leaned to the edge of the hole, gently moved the wall tiles a crack, and looked out with his eyes.

After just one glance, he sealed the wall bricks and nervously crawled back inside, muttering "It's over, it's over! It's really over now!"

Ma Peng held Ermao's shoulders and shook him constantly, trying to calm him down. "Don't worry, tell me slowly, what's going on outside? What's over?"

"The cultivator is chasing me and is smashing the wall outside." There was already a hint of crying in Er Mao's voice.

Hearing Ermao's words, Ma Peng and Zheng Qiu gasped at the same time, and asked doubtfully, "Could it be that they saw it wrong? How could that cultivator come here after him? No one here knows about it."

"You read that right, it's him. I didn't know he would come here. He didn't chase us when we escaped." The ear cat became more and more frightened as he spoke, his voice rising and falling as he kept trembling.

Ermao was so sure that Zheng Qiu also panicked. He said to himself, "What can we do? We are stuck here and can't escape."

Ma Peng gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "What else can I do? Instead of being stuck here waiting to die, it's better to go out and fight with him."

He held Zheng Qiu's shoulder with one hand and the eared cat with the other hand. "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Let's give him a try. Even if we die, we must give him some color."

Zheng Qiu could feel Ma Peng's hand holding him trembling slightly. It turned out that he was also scared, but he didn't show it and instead cheered himself and Ermao up.

Calm down, calm down, Zheng Qiu tried hard to control his fearful emotions and turned his brain to think of solutions. Suddenly his eyes lit up and a picture flashed in his mind.

That was when he was in the alley, holding an iron pot and threatening the practitioner. At that time, the practitioner was less than three feet away from him.

But the cultivator did not grab it, but put away his weapons and allowed himself to retreat.

He recalled carefully that the cultivators who were fighting at the water point were all charging at an alarming rate.

However, this thin cultivator did not dare to cross the distance of less than three feet to snatch the iron kettle because of the obstruction of Ermao and Ma Peng. Could it be that his cultivation level was not high enough.

This idea popped into his mind and he could never get it out of his mind.

Yes, it must be for this reason. This man's cultivation level is not high, so he is not sure to grab the iron pot before he pours the water.

In this way, when the air wave blew the three of them over in the first place, it was not because the practitioner held back, but because that person only had this ability.

Zheng Qiu's heart suddenly lit up with hope. He quickly told his companions about this idea, "Don't panic, that practitioner may not be very capable. I found..."

Outside, the thin cultivator's hands were shining with light, and he grabbed the fallen bricks and smashed them against the city wall.

The halo on his hand is very vague and light gray, and can only be vaguely seen if you get a few feet or two closer.

Bang, bang, the thin man bared his teeth, wildly activated the few energy in his meridians, and slapped the bricks in his hand against the city wall.

The city wall was hit, and the cracks in the hit area were as dense as a spider web, and broken bricks fell down.

The thin man smashed for a long time, but he still couldn't find the hole in the wall mentioned by the orderer, and he was very anxious.

With his current level of cultivation, it would be a huge burden to activate his energy to attack for so long. However, the northwest wall is so long. How long will it take to find this?

The thin man's anger slowly subsided and turned into impatience.

Since the commander asked him to demonstrate his methods, he must be watching somewhere. If he stops and rests now, he will definitely be completely disappointed.

But the city wall is so long, and there is no hole in the wall at first glance. The three little beggars must have sealed the hole. If they smashed it like this, they would not be able to find the hole even if they ran out of energy.

The thin man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, his feet kept tapping the ground.

Thinking of a way, thinking of a way quickly, he raised his hand and slapped his forehead continuously, hoping that this would make his mind think faster.

After a while, he clenched his fist and waved it hard, and thought of a way.
Chapter completed!