Han Qiniang's words were too exaggerated, but because of her nervousness, she couldn't explain them clearly.
Xin Zhuo simply walked out of the cave carrying the folding gilt gun he seized from Song Dongxi.
The autumn sun is rising high, the mountains in the east are undulating, and the withered forest sea is shining with dazzling light in the sun. The roaring waves in the forest sea are so chaotic that it is hard to hear clearly, but it is not only harsh, but also makes people feel trance-like.
At this time, the old, weak, women and children in Menghu Village were panicking and packing up their bedding, pots and pans, looking like a disaster was imminent.
On the east side of the mountain, Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, Han Jiulang and Xiao Huang stood in a row, staring blankly down the mountain, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
This is... how many people are here?
Xin Zhuo walked over in surprise. Cui Ying'er and others turned back, their faces turned pale, and they stepped aside: "The boss."
Xin Zhuo nodded and looked down the mountain, his heart trembling uncontrollably.
I saw below that the mountains and fields were densely packed with people, as close as the foot of the mountain, as far away as the opposite valley, the official road eight miles away, in the woods, mountain cols, and riversides, all of them!
Even further away, on the mountain road that looks like sheep intestines and has no end, there are still people arriving one after another.
Once the number of people exceeds 100, there is a sea of people. There are more than a thousand or ten thousand people in front of you?
The shouts, footsteps, and swaying sounds of the mountains and forests are perfectly compatible, and even present a strange momentum that makes people feel insignificant and inferior.
No wonder Han Qiniang said, "Millions of people came to attack us." This was no longer a unit of quantity, but a description of great fear.
…
Standing at the front at the foot of the mountain were naturally hundreds of reinforcement masters from the four major families, all of them looking cold and murderous.
Followed by a group of young men from Jiang Hezhu and respectable people in the city, plus Murong Yunxi and other young men from aristocratic families who were not high in martial arts and came to watch the fun.
Shangguan Fan Qing, along with his maid Haitang and Sun Dalu, the owner of Jingou Casino, stood in an inconspicuous position in the corner.
"Which one is Xin Zhuo?"
This is a common question for all people who don't know Xin Zhuo's appearance.
When they left the city, everyone was valiant and high-spirited. They had great ambitions to immediately kill Xin Zhuo and his gang as soon as they met, and at the same time wipe out the Tiger Village, and eliminate the bandits in Fulong Mountain in one fell swoop.
However, as the 200-mile journey came down, their ambitions were worn away little by little. Many people turned around and went back, many people fell behind, and more people were exhausted, confused, and didn't know what they were doing.
When they finally arrived at their destination and saw a row of bandits clearly appearing on the mountain, everyone was more curious than killing the bandits to satisfy their hatred.
It is no exaggeration to say that Xin Zhuo, in just one month, went from being an unknown person to a huge reputation. He robbed the prefect's daughter, faced thousands of police officers, defeated his studious master, and escaped calmly. The masters of the four major families surrounded and then captured him, causing most people in the city to go bankrupt. This was simply not something that a normal bandit could do.
This undoubtedly left a great shock and a touch of mystery to Fufeng Yifu.
The image of this guy has been imagined countless times by many people, but it is nothing more than a green face with fangs, a bloody mouth, nine feet tall, ferocious and domineering, etc.
The two female thieves standing on the mountain are obviously not him. They have the wrong gender, so they are excluded!
Murong Xiu, that’s not right either!
Little yellow dog, don’t think about it.
There are three left, a skinny monkey, a thin-bodied greenhead who doesn’t fit the image, and the last one-eyed dragon...
It's somewhat consistent! only……
He is ferocious enough, but has no bastard spirit. He looks like an ordinary, rude and uncultured bandit in a drama, who kills people randomly. It is inelegant and disappointing that such a person has defeated so many masters.
Until then, the thieves on the mountain made a way, and the words "big boss" were passed down.
Ah, it turns out that the rightful owner is not here, but the rightful owner has come.
Everyone looked at it intently, feeling inexplicably nervous and excited in their hearts.
Then, he saw a young man with a tall and straight figure, long hair randomly tied up in loose ends, and handsome features.
The dark crowd fell silent for a moment.
this……
He is quite handsome, but what is going on? The kid next door?
However, this image is completely different in the eyes of others.
"It's him?"
"Why is it him?"
"this……"
Young masters Jiang Hezhu, Murong Yunxi, Sun Damu, and some of the ticket holders at Zuixin Building that night all showed varying degrees of shock on their faces.
Although Xin Zhuo no longer looks like Mr. Yujia, it is not difficult to recognize him.
"What him?" Someone nearby asked in confusion.
Murong Yunxi was the first to scream: "It's that big pig's hooves! The guy who left poems in Zuixinlou and kidnapped the oiran, he is Xin Zhuo. I really misjudged him!"
The crowd automatically ignored the strange subjective description in her language, and was even more shocked by the two poems and the oiran she said!
He wrote: "Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is over, you will take off your clothes and hide your merits and fame." The person who wrote the heroic words was actually Xin Zhuo, the king of thieves?
Entering the city at night is like entering a deserted place?
So brilliant in literary talent?
Is there anything more ridiculous than this?
"Miss Su, are you sure he is Xin Zhuo?"
The look of shock on Jiang Hezhu's face had not faded, and he looked at the absolute authoritative figure not far away, Su Miaojin, who was surrounded by a group of guards and the prefect's son Su Zefeng.
Yes, Su Miaojin also came. I don't know what the reason was, but she wanted to take a look.
Without waiting for Su Miaojin's reply, Su Zefeng immediately said angrily: "Who else could it be if it wasn't him? This Xin Zhuo thief turned into ashes, and I recognize him."
After receiving the affirmative answer, everyone was a little confused.
At this moment, on the mountain, King Xin, who was very inconsistent with the legend, suddenly had a tiger-skin chair brought in, and he sat down calmly.
There are no exaggerated words or murderous words. Just sitting like this, one person facing the courage of hundreds of thousands of people, makes people feel a little trembling——
This young man is a Xin thief for sure!
…
Contrary to the thoughts of the people down the mountain, the atmosphere on the mountain was very awkward.
Xin Zhuo's legs were actually a little shaky. She sat on the tiger-skin chair not to show off, but to save face.
Even though he had just broken through to the seventh level, integrated his skills, and had the confidence to give it a try when he met a seventh-level master, what was the situation in front of him?
Even if there are thousands of people, I will go?
To take the head of a general from among thousands of armies?
Which grandson said, come here and try it yourself?
"Master, that's too exaggerated." Cui Ying'er was as calm as ever, but her voice trembled slightly at this time, "We..."
Murong Xiu also rubbed his hands nervously, his face pale: "Although... we are not bad, but the enemy is strong and we are weak, the gap is too big, why don't we run away?"
"Yeah, I'm so scared." Han Qiniang also walked carefully behind her head.
Don't worry, my legs are weak, let me take a moment.
Xin Zhui didn't say this, so he changed it to: "Don't panic..."
The thieves immediately looked at him with blood and passion, as if they were waiting for something.
Nothing more.
Huang Dagui swallowed dryly: "Master, didn't you say something, that... seven versus one million, the advantage is mine!"
Xin Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth: "Shit!"
I will never pretend to do this.
Scanning the crowd at the foot of the mountain, he could naturally see that there were not only warriors, but also strong women and children, merchants, and street gangsters. This made him a little confused. Why were there so many people? What went wrong?
Do the people of the Four Families love the people like their own children and are respected by all people? Then there won’t be so many people coming, right?
No more production and no more living?
"Xin Zhuo!"
Suddenly a cold and stern shout came from the bottom of the mountain.
