Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 1: Six Thieves

At the peak of the Fulong Mountain Range, on the top of Fulong Peak.

Last night, there was a sudden autumn rain, and the weather turned cold. The ten or so Parasol Trees outside the village, which were originally tall and straight with fiery red leaves, were now covered in fallen leaves, like a group of middle-aged people whose prime had passed.

On the right side of the village gate, there was a cotton cloth flag that had been soaked in starch, swaying weakly. Faintly visible were the words "Carry out justice for heaven" and others.

There were about ten thatched houses in the village, and only the middle assembly hall had a few pitiful leak-proof tiles.

Xin Zhuo was holding a three-month-old yellow-haired mutt, lying on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, basking in the autumn sun, feeling drowsy. He turned over, then turned over again, and finally opened his eyes.

The symphony of "click" and "plop" sounds from the side was too piercing.

He looked impatiently in the direction of the knife sharpening.

The blade was one foot three inches long, and the handle was two feet seven inches long. Its owner, Huang Dagui, the third-in-command of the Fulong Village, was seven feet two inches tall, with thunder-like hair, a lone eye patch, a square mouth, and arms with a bleeding wolf head tattoo that were thicker than his own thighs.

It was said that thirteen souls had perished under this simple knife.

On the other side, next to the thatched house adorned with garlic bulbs and strings of red chili peppers, Cui Ying'er, the second-in-command of the Fulong Village, who was twenty-two years old and had a beautiful figure, was shamelessly doing splits, revealing her red underwear. With her rough hands, she vigorously scrubbed the clothes, making continuous "plop" sounds.

It was said that more than ten men from the Jianghu had died at the hands of these rough hands.

The words "Can you all be quiet?" couldn't be said in the end.

Xin Zhuo withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky. The sunlight was dazzling, just like the sun when he used to go downstairs to buy cigarettes for the manager in his previous life.

He sighed imperceptibly.

The "click" and "plop" sounds suddenly stopped.

"Did we disturb you, boss?"

Two cold gazes pierced like substance, and the rough and cold voice was even more chilling.

"No, not at all. In fact, it was quite pleasant. I slept very comfortably."

Xin Zhuo strategically closed his eyes and let go of the little yellow dog in his arms, stretching lazily.

"Then why did you sigh?"

"My throat was itchy."

"Alright."

As a result, the "click" and "plop" sounds continued.

"If I hadn't peed back then, I wouldn't have fallen into that damn garden, lost my footing, and ended up in this Otherworld, facing a group of bloodthirsty bandits, living in constant fear..."

Xin Zhuo rested his hands on the pillow, confirming for the fiftieth time his current identity—

During the Tianzhu era of the Great Zhou Empire, in the Fuzhou Prefecture of the Ba Prefecture, he was the grandson of Xin Aotian, the head of the Fulong Bandits.

At the age of sixteen, he was the only scholar in the village, weak and inferior, except for his decent physical development and relatively handsome appearance, he had no other strengths.

Three days ago, his grandfather Xin Aotian went out to fight someone one-on-one, returned with serious injuries, endured half a night, and passed away, at the age of fifty-eight.

The only relative had passed away, and he had unknowingly become the second-in-command of the bandit village.

There were five bandits under his command!

This godforsaken place couldn't possibly have prosperous cities; of course, there were no kings, nobles, poets, scholars, or music and dance. This was just a desolate bandit stronghold in the mountains, where robbery and killing were the only prospects.

Before he could fully accept his new identity, he would have to face a series of chain reactions caused by the death of the former head of the family.

The already weak Fulong Bandit Village was facing external threats, with no way down the mountain and no hope, and internal troubles, unable to rob and collectively unemployed, with food and supplies cut off.

How could it not be miserable?

"Crack..."

At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps and a strong smell of blood swept into the courtyard with the autumn wind, interrupting his thoughts.

A woman and two men, three figures stained with blood, entered the village. They rudely threw away their broken weapons and sat down in a row, breathing heavily.

It was the return of the other three bandits.

"What's the situation, damn it?" Huang Dagui, the third-in-command who was sharpening his knife, raised his head. His bloodshot lone eye was filled with hostility.

"Using the terrain, we injured three lackeys. The bandits from the E'lang Village temporarily retreated. They won't come tonight. No one understands them better than me."

Bai Jian, the fourth-in-command, adjusted his breathing a few times. He combed his thin lips with his left hand, and his right hand intentionally or unintentionally raised his index finger, which was infuriating.

The courtyard fell silent.

"Let's discuss it!"

Cui Ying'er, the second-in-command who was washing clothes, stood up and wiped her wet hands on her apron. Her long black hair swung behind her, revealing her slender neck.

The group of bandits sat cross-legged, their backs straight, exuding a murderous aura. They automatically pushed the young leader who had been napping to the side.

"The old leader has been dead for three days now. As soon as the Wolf Gang, led by xxx, heard the news, they launched a massive attack on us. They outnumber us and we are no match for them.

The Tiger Gang, sixty miles to the north, is probably in trouble as well. When the old leader was alive, he often went alone to humiliate them. They have eight hundred skilled fighters. Once xxx comes to attack us, the six heads of our Fu Long Gang will probably be taken."

"A new magistrate has arrived in the Fufeng Mansion City to the south. It is said that he is an iron-faced and impartial official. Recently, he has been sending some people who pretend to be constables to wander around the foot of the mountain. Even a fool can tell that they are preparing to besiege Fu Long Mountain. Our gang is the smallest, and we are easy targets. We might be the first to be attacked!"

"The Water Moon Temple, seventeen miles to the east, those xxx nuns have been urging us to do good. The venerable nun Pu Jing has said more than once that if we continue to be stubborn, we will have to resort to violence and be taken to apologize to the Buddha. It's a joke. We, the righteous heroes of Fu Long Gang, when have we offended the Buddha? Where does the Buddha even come from to act so arrogantly?"

"And there's the Autumn Palace Tower, thirty miles to the west. Those disciples of Confucius who claim to be hermits, relying on their strong martial arts and eloquence, have always been trying to persuade us to give up our evil ways and become farmers. xxx, they are even more filthy than us, spending their days flirting with the pretty village girls at the foot of the mountain. I think they just want to tie us up and make us their coolies."

"What's even more dangerous is that the Wolf Gang is pressuring us relentlessly. The road down the mountain is blocked, and we can't go down to rob anymore. We're running out of food. There are only three heads of cabbage left in the gang."

"Damn it!"

The bandits looked at each other in silence, the atmosphere heavy. Outside the courtyard, dry maple leaves rustled as they blew in. Huang Da Gui, the hot-tempered third-in-command, kicked and cursed in frustration.

"So, we're in six predicaments!"

Cui Ying'er, the second-in-command female bandit, brushed her hair behind her ear and summarized the words of the bandits. "Wolf Gang, Tiger Gang, the officials, Water Moon Temple, Autumn Palace Tower, and the lack of food!"

"That's right!" The bandits nodded in agreement.

Then,

There was nothing more.

In fact, they had repeated the same dialogue thirty-seven times in the past few days, but there was still no solution!

"By the way, the new leader is an educated person. I wonder if he has any plans?"

The bandits finally remembered the new leader, who had a very low presence. They all looked at him, with a somewhat resigned attitude.

"..."

Xin Zhuo closed his eyes and let out a sigh. The oppressive atmosphere of this damn bandit meeting was overwhelming.

Not only did I not have any plans, I even wanted to persuade everyone to give up.

In this terrible situation, what can a young man who has received nine years of compulsory education and lives in a modern rule of law society do?

Besides giving up, is there any other option?

Can't defeat the bandits from other gangs, should we accept the government's offer of amnesty?

That would be troublesome for the government. It's difficult to completely eliminate a group of bandits like us. At most, six or seven people would be captured and beheaded in the market as a warning.

Should we copy the Book of Songs to trade, make soap, gunpowder, or participate in the imperial examination to play with cannons? Setting aside whether it's appropriate or not, we don't know how to do any of those things.

That's right, I'm just a useless person, a failure of a transmigrator who has forgotten almost everything.

It's really too difficult for me!

"Huh! What a useless leader who only knows how to sleep."

The sun set amidst the silence and mockery of the bandits.

As the people dispersed, the courtyard became quiet.

Xin Zhuo stretched lazily and sat by the only well in the gang.

He felt that this was the only way to alleviate the sudden panic of being attacked by other bandits or the government. At least the courtyard was empty, and it wasn't the right time to escape.

"Ding!"

This was the last stubborn sound he made, but after waiting for a while, there was no response.

It seemed that the outcome was already heading towards destruction and couldn't be changed.

His gaze turned to the dark well water.

It was from this well that he climbed up that day. If he jumped down, could it create a miracle of a seven-day unconditional return? Compared to losing his life, isn't it more comfortable to work 996 and be a mortgage slave?

He tried to put one leg down, holding onto the edge of the well.

The autumn well water was particularly cold, sending a chilling sensation through his body.

The water was too cold, he couldn't go down.

Just as he was about to retreat, his foot slipped, and with a difficult split, he fell into the well.

However, the expected splashing water, the cold confinement, did not appear.

The well was gone!

The well appeared in front of him in mid-air, sinking and floating, with the water surface swaying and emitting a strange light.

【Lunar Serenity Well】!

What the hell?

(End of this chapter)