Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1517 - 1514: Under the Watchful Eyes of All

Charlotte has long held a high position, being an elder of the clan and now a Princess, wielding the power of life and death, having survived for hundreds of years. In some ways, she is more cold-blooded than Lin Tian.

Lin Tian glanced into the depths of the forest and said coldly, "Death is not the best solution to a problem. Sometimes, living is harder than dying. Strip him of his clothes and hang him on a tree as an exhibit for the great clans and Ancient Martial Artists. Hehe..."

Charlotte’s eyes lit up, and she cast a coquettish glance at Lin Tian: "Master, you’re so bad."

That flirtatious look, combined with the rain-soaked clothes that became somewhat see-through, made her enticing figure vaguely visible, causing Lin Tian’s heart to flutter. Yet, he had to pretend to be serious: "Go execute it quickly."

"I’m not going." Charlotte unexpectedly refused Lin Tian’s order.

"Hmm, always calling me master in front of others, and now you don’t even listen to your master’s words?" Lin Tian let out a couple of grunts, deliberately putting on a stern face.

"I’ll do anything for you, Master, even sleep with you immediately without hesitation. But as for stripping another man’s clothes, I refuse." Charlotte declined again, then her gaze swept up and down Lin Tian’s body: "Right now, I only want to take off one man’s clothes."

Judging by her eyes, the person she wanted to strip was naturally Lin Tian, who instantly felt a black line on his face. This Princess was becoming more and more direct.

But upon thinking it over, he figured it was indeed a little indecent to let her strip someone, so Lin Tian decided to do it himself. With a swift motion, he extended his sharp nails and slashed at Situ Ming, whose clothes instantly shredded into pieces.

Of course, Lin Tian left him half a pair of pants to prevent obscenity in case any ladies showed up later. After undressing Situ Ming, Lin Tian threw him onto a tree branch with a strong toss.

Lin Tian deftly picked a good branch, which was devoid of leaves, so as long as one looked up, they could see Situ Ming "in high places," only without any clothes.

"Alright, let’s go; others will arrive soon," Lin Tian took another glance at the woods, drew a new sword, kicked into high speed, and disappeared into the rain.

Charlotte swiftly followed, vanishing along with Lin Tian.

Shortly after they left, unusual sounds emerged from the woods, and then individuals darted out from the woods, with the swiftest, Ling Zishan, at the lead.

This Zishan Pavilion Master was now cloaked in a special hooded cape, which caused rainwater to slide off instantly, outperforming any raincoat.

Following her were Tang Ziqing and Wang Wanxi, two Innate Experts, with the third group consisting of three Yuwen Family members, Li Wenfeng, and the Situ Siblings, and other lone but formidable Ancient Martial Artists among the rest.

As these people emerged from the forest, they were startled by a figure descending from the sky, holding an umbrella. With her plain skirt fluttering, she lightly landed on a rock like a fairy in the rain.

While others wore rain-gear, this descending woman used an umbrella, which is not particularly useful in heavy rain, as one would still get wet.

But the skirt of this woman did not get a single drop of rain. The rain droplets that slanted towards the umbrella’s area would just veer off as if the area the umbrella shielded was a forbidden zone impervious to rain.

Seeing the woman in the plain skirt, everyone was startled, especially Tang Ziqing, who hurriedly stepped forward, respectfully greeted: "Greetings, Master Uncle." The woman in the plain skirt nodded slightly in response.

Wang Wanxi also stepped forward and clasped her hands, saying: "Master Tang."

This was actually the Pavilion Master of Qingshuang Pavilion, Master Tang. Yet her age appeared not much different from Wang Wanxi’s, at a glance she also seemed like a beautiful young married woman, only her expression was even more detached than Tang Ziqing’s, or rather more ethereal, devoid of any secular aura. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Ling Zishan came forward as well, but did not perform a formal salute, merely gave a slight nod, and addressed her in an equal tone: "Master Tang, we meet again. I wonder what has disturbed Master’s peaceful cultivation?"

Master Tang, who had remained silent and aloof, finally showed a change in expression as she slightly frowned and said, "The Divine Sword has emerged, I had to come and take a look."

Her response was very straightforward, without any concealment, or rather had no regard for pleasantries.

Ling Zishan was about to say something when an exclamation interrupted their conversation. Everyone looked towards the sound to see Situ Ruoling looking panicked, one hand covering her mouth, the other pointing at a large tree tens of meters away.

Following her gaze, everyone saw there was a person hanging on that big tree, clothes missing, at a glance like they were prey of a wild animal dragged onto a tree, their life or death unknown.

The one hanging on the tree was, naturally, Situ Ming, but because his face was pressed against the branches, those below couldn’t see his face. Who would have guessed that a person from the dignified Situ Family would be hanging stark naked on a tree?

"This place is so remote, not easily accessible by ordinary people. Who could be hung up there?" an Ancient Martial Artist wondered.

No one answered as the group rushed over. One agile Ancient Martial Artist leapt onto the branch and brought the person down, laying them flat on the ground.

"Situ Ming!" The Ancient Martial Artists exclaimed in shock, their expressions as if witnessing a cat and mouse in love.

"Uncle Ming..."

Situ Yufeng and Situ Ruoling cried out, quickly running over. Situ Yufeng didn’t bother about the rain and took off his rainproof cloak to cover Situ Ming.

He wasn’t worried about Situ Ming getting wet, but used it to cover his embarrassment. The distinguished Situ Ming, hanging shirtless from a tree, would be a colossal joke if it got out.

"Uncle Ming!" Situ Yufeng checked him over and found only surface injuries, but woke he still not.

In fact, Situ Ming had already awakened when the Ancient Martial Artist moved him; he hadn’t been seriously injured in the first place,

but he would rather have stayed unconscious. Surrounded by notable Ancient Martial Artists, clan members, even two pavilion leaders, if he woke up on the spot, he’d have nowhere to put his face.

So Situ Ming decided to keep pretending to be unconscious, like an ostrich burying its head, out of sight, out of mind, to avoid feeling embarrassed.

But others didn’t know he was faking it, so Master Tang slightly frowned, flicked her finger, and shot out a tiny sword light that pierced into the Yongquan acupoint on Situ Ming’s foot.

"Ah..." Situ Ming cried out and jumped up instantly. It wasn’t that he wanted to, but the sword light stabbing his foot was too painful, like being electrically shocked, prompting an instinctive bounce.

As soon as he jumped up, the cloak fell off, revealing his bare body. At that moment, Situ Ming wanted to die. When had he ever been so humiliated, so publicly watched?

Recalling everything before he fainted, he immediately suspected Lin Tian was responsible. Situ Ming re-draped the cloak around himself, covering his body, then scanned the crowd, but couldn’t spot Lin Tian anywhere.

"Uncle Ming, how did this happen?" Situ Ruoling anxiously asked.