CURSED AND LOVE

HUNT THE BEGGAR

After the young girl bandaged up her second uncle's wounds, she saw Jocefie putting away his dagger, and she sneered in disdain.

"Second Uncle, has that little beggar lost his mind from shock? He had even kept his dagger away! Does he really think he can defeat my elder brother in a fist fight?"

The middle-aged man was instead looking at Jocefie thoughtfully, his eyes slightly doubtful and a nagging feeling of unease in his heart. What unfolded before their eyes next showed them the reason for his unease?

He saw the little beggar lift a leg to spread his feet apart with his knees slightly bent. Looking like all his strength had been sapped out of him, both his hands hung limp at his sides before he slowly lifted them up. When his own nephew threw out a heavy punch, the little beggar merely turned his body to the left by bringing his leg back and grabbing at his nephew's fist all in the same motion. The little beggar's hand clasped loosely with pinpoint precision over the web of the palm, between the thumb and forefinger of his nephew.

With a sharp exertion of strength, after the little beggar's one step backward had diffused the brutal force from his nephew's fist, the little beggar turned his body to lock down his nephew's arm. A loud c***k snapped through the air, and a scream followed immediately after.

"ARRRRRGGGHHH!"

The young man gave out a long scream, the excruciating pain in his arm causing his face to turn deathly pale. But that was not all; his arm was still locked down; he was completely unable to pull it free, and even more so, he was unable to retreat in the slightest. With his hand broken, he struck at the little beggar with his other hand, which in turn was also caught and locked down, ending up with a similar fate.

"c***k!" "ARRRRRGgghh...."

"Big brother!" the young girl scream.

"Young Master!" The guards screamed with much concern. They both turned pale in shock as they shouted out. Their voices trembled due to the horrifying scene they were seeing. Their horror took a turn for the worse when, after breaking both hands, those hands that seemed so weak raised up and clasped over the young man's throat.

"No, don't..." The young man's face was filled with terror as the scent of death engulfed him completely, driving his entire body to tremble involuntarily.

"Don't! Don't kill him!" The middle-aged man's expression had changed completely as well, as he opened his mouth in plea. But before he could finish his sentence, he already heard another loud c***k. His nephew's head lolled over, and his life force was forcibly snapped off. Till death, those eyes had been filled with fear and resentment.

"Big brother! My brother..." The young girl let out a mournful wail in aggrieved sorrow, wanting to rush forward, but was held back by the middle-aged man in a death grip, not allowing her to move forward a single step.

"Young... Young Master..." The guards were also shocked by the scene, as they stared in disbelief. The young master had been their family clan's top disciple, and he was just killed by a little beggar. When the clan chief got to know about this, just what kind of incredible rage would he fly into?

"Kill him to avenge the Young Master!"

Over ten of them charged in, burning with blinding rage. The sharp swords in their hands hacked and slashed, their swords honed further by their rage, and at that moment, only Jocefie's blood could assuage the unbearable grief and fiery rage in their hearts.

The young girl suddenly fell limply to the ground, her eyes staring straight at the lifeless form of her brother, who had fallen onto the hard ground unmoving. She could not believe that a person who had been very much alive just moments ago now lay dead before her.

"Second Uncle, this is not real. Right? My elder brother, who is so highly skilled, couldn't possibly have been killed by a beggar, right? Second Uncle, tell me this isn't true. It is not real, right?"

She held the middle-aged man's hand in hers as she wept while asking, unable to accept that the cruel scene before her eyes was real.

"The eldest young master was the clan's pride, the most outstanding man among all of us; it was not possible that he would be killed by a beggar!" one of the guards said.

At the same time, the middle-aged man was not given the opportunity to grieve, mourn, or even feel shocked, as he was seeing the ten guards who had charged at the beggar fall down one by one. Their numbers were dwindling quickly, and instead, he did not see a single wound on the little beggar's body.

"Get up! We need to leave now!"

He shouted, forced into making a quick decision. He reached out with his good arm and forcibly dragged his niece up, who was still slumped on the ground, feeling weak.

"I want to avenge my brother! I promised to return to find you; I will kill you!" The young girl wailed and screamed, struggling to break free from the middle-aged man's grasp and charge forward.

"Wake up this instant! You will not be able to kill that beggar!"

When he accidentally glanced over at the beaming face with the pair of joyless eyes as he hauled her out of the place, his skin crawled. The middle-aged man shouted loudly at her:

"Run! If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

The chilling murder in that person's eyes was just too terrifying. Just one glance had made his heart falter and caused him to lose strength in both legs. That gaze, that desire for s*******r—he had never seen them, not even from his elder brother. Never had he been so terrified! Who would have believed it? A dignified Master of Martial Arts frightened witless and running away from a kid who possessed not a sliver of mystical powers? But that was exactly it! He knew for sure that if he did not run at that moment, they would not live! When she saw the middle-aged man forcibly dragging the young girl to run away, Jocefie was feeling a little puzzled.

"Didn't he say that I would not be a match for me?" she asked herself, as if she were really the one who owned the power.

"Wait, how could I do that?" Jocefie realized as if she never knew what she did, seeing the dead bodies around her.

"Why was he running away?" Jocefie had thought that after she dealt with the guards, she would be able to have another match with him!

"Felisa, you promised me that it would not happen again; if you did, I would kill myself." Jocefie was talking to herself like a crazy person, but she was talking to her instinct, where Felisa Adonis spirit is alive.

"I already told you, you can earn skills and knowledge from me. You know, sometimes life is unfair. I have these powers. I used to be kind and friendly before, but the person I trusted betrayed me."

The dagger in her hand drew an arc, which sliced the last man's throat. The blood gushed out from the wound, and that man fell in a heap on the ground. Looking at the more than ten bodies on the ground, her eyes were expressionless, without the slightest hint of pity.

"You lived only for the rule of power and knowledge; hence, for people who seek to take your life, you didn't show mercy even in the slightest." Jocefie said

"That was a gift from the day I was born," Felisa replied.

"Anyway, I will know you more, but once you betrayed me, even if I don't have these powers, I will still find you." Jocefie announced her last message to Felisa this time.

The beggar retrieved the sack bag from the young man's hip but found that she could not open it. After thinking about it for a while, she seemed to remember that something like this needed a person to possess mystical powers before it could be opened. Since she possessed none, she would naturally not be able to do it.

But she found a few sticks of burning embers from the bodies of the guards, and she stuffed them into her clothes together with the sack-bag before she suddenly remembered that she had carelessly forgotten about one person.

"Where is that uncle? Don't tell me he left again?" She glanced around at the surroundings and shouted out a few times:

"Uncle? Uncle?" She was calling him as she walked further forward, but she only found the area filled with the carcasses of the ferocious beasts.

"Maybe he's looking for his own path now; I knew he had his own mission in this forbidden forest," Felisa whispered.

"Oh, you were right, Meat...." Jocefie's eyes lit up as she surveyed the carcasses on the ground, almost salivating, and all that she thought of at that moment was the image of well-roasted, aromatic, fragrant, and juicy meat. She rubbed her tummy and gulped down her saliva. Immediately taking out her dagger, she cut off a whole hind leg and carried it off in search of a good place to enjoy her roast meat.

While far from her;

It was almost two hours later that the middle-aged man and the young girl who had left earlier returned to the spot.

"Brother!" The young girl ran forward and hugged her brother's body as she wept in grief.

"How am I going to tell Father that you're dead when we get back? Big Brother, how can you die like this? When he saw the clan's carefully selected eighteen guards were all dead, and even his nephew had lost his life here, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with indescribable grief. One of his hands was tightly clenched into a fist, while the other injured hand just hung limply, unable to exert any strength at all.

"Guada, carry your brother's body back and give him a proper burial. We will definitely avenge ourselves for what happened this day!"

The young girl named Guada wiped her face and said in between sobs:

"Second Uncle, that little beggar is here in the forbidden forest. If we leave now, how are we going to seek revenge? Once we get out of these woods, we won't even know where to start finding him!"

"No, there is no need for us to do it ourselves. When we get back, I will go to the city to talk to the Datu and commission a hunt for the little beggar, and someone will definitely pluck the head off of him!"

His voice was low and grim as he said it, and his eyes lowered. He was looking at his own lifeless hand, and as the desire to kill grew, he knew that he was not the little beggar's match!

Hearing those words, the young girl Guada wiped away her tears once more and carried her brother's body on her back. That was when she discovered that the sack bag at her brother's hip was missing, and she said:

"Second Uncle, that person has even taken my brother's sack bag!"

'That's even better! We have many ways of finding him!" The middle-age man said. His eyes took on a vicious gleam as he stared into the deep recesses of the woods' inner reaches. Although their trip here had been for the mythical beasts, it was obvious at that moment that they were not in good enough shape to venture any further into the woods.

As for that little kid, he swore he would make that kid's life a living hell!