"Everyone, keep up, just in front."
Amao excitedly greeted the villagers to move forward. It was dark, the mountain road was difficult to travel, and there were bandits on the side, so everyone moved very slowly for fear of being left alone and in trouble.
But despite such careful response, everyone still miscalculated. With a rapid scream, two strangers armed with bamboo sticks attacked the team, injuring five or six villagers in a row.
"No! It's a bandit!"
The villagers exclaimed, and the team of dozens of people immediately started a commotion. It was one thing to hear that there were bandits, but it was another thing to actually see the bandits.
"Don't panic!"
At the critical moment, the village chief was the most reliable. He picked up a hoe and walked up to the crowd. He shouted angrily: "Everyone, come closer! There are few bandits. If we get together, we have a chance!"
The village chief's calmness allowed the villagers to slowly stop the commotion. To be honest, he was just an ordinary old man and had no ability to turn the situation around. However, he knew that if there was chaos at this moment, there would be nothing left to do.
There were not many bandits, and the villagers gathered together. They didn't dare to expect anything, but at least it was possible to scare them away.
However, the village chief did not expect that the incoming bandits were not some three-legged cats. They were disciples of the Beggar Clan and had even followed masters like Yan Fengyun and Wang Tieba. Although their martial arts might not be outstanding, they There is no lack of discernment.
The villagers were numerous and powerful, but most of them were ordinary people holding farm tools. Wang Tie and Bian Dong took action, injuring five or six people in one encounter. The other party had no power to fight back. Now it was just a bluff.
"Brother Bian, Brother Wang, we have already suffered a loss once, and we cannot make the same mistake again!"
Another person burst out from the darkness, it was Ruan Er. His Huntian Kung Fu was so powerful that the hoes picked up by several villagers were opened by his two punches.
But his two fists were no match for his four hands. Ruan Er rushed into the crowd and was accidentally hit in the shoulder by a villager from behind. The pain made him gasp.
"damn it!"
The pain in his shoulder made Ruan Erwan very angry. He was already angry that he was so soft-hearted yesterday that led to today's disaster. Now that he was hurt by someone's beating, he was even more angry with a fierce light in his eyes.
Ruan Er got angry. If he didn't take the already non-binding gang rules to heart, he stepped forward and then paused. He punched the villager in front of him in the chest, causing him to vomit blood and fall to the ground. .
"Ruan Er!"
Wang Tie noticed the movement here. He looked at the bright scarlet, his heart suddenly twitched, and he used an accusing tone without thinking: "What are you doing!"
Ruan Er turned a deaf ear to Wang Tie's questioning. After seriously injuring one person, he immediately punched several more times to repel the besieging villagers. At the same time, he also suffered a lot of injuries.
Under the call of the village, the villagers made concerted efforts to deal with the bandits. They hit Ruan Er with sticks, causing him constant pain. He grinned and spoke mercilessly, using all kinds of curse words.
Not only these three people, but also eight Beggar Clan disciples joined the fight to ensure safety. Although the villagers had a numerical advantage, the opponents had martial arts skills and were really difficult to deal with.
Wang Tie was stunned to find that his brothers were no longer merciful under the siege of the villagers, and they were so ruthless that it was completely impossible to tell that they were the upright people they once were.
Among the noisy crowd, Wang Tie suddenly became a little distracted. Looking at the unfamiliar scene around him, he felt extremely scared.
Wang Tie followed Yan Fengyun in his early years. Under the guidance of the deputy gang leader, he also regarded himself as a chivalrous person and put righteousness first in everything he did.
Although they were in trouble now, the chivalry of the Beggar Clan disciples could not be lost. Wang Tie tried his best to maintain his last dignity, but the actions of Ruan Er and others made him feel deeply powerless.
In the face of reality, his too-beautiful ideals seemed so ridiculous.
The disciples of the Beggar Clan, who were originally chivalrous and virtuous, would be so cruel to these innocent villagers. At this moment, how different were they from those evil demons who did all kinds of evil.
In his confusion, Wang Tie suddenly felt a pain coming from his neck. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and felt a warm feeling on his fingertips. He looked down and saw that the color of the blood was so dazzling.
In front of him, the villager holding a sickle looked pale. After meeting his eyes, he took two steps back in fright and fell to the ground.
Wang Tie looked at the sickle stuck around his neck, and a flash of realization flashed in his eyes. He was not struggling for his life, but instead showed a look of relief.
Plop - Wang Tie's body fell down. After the other seven people discovered it, they couldn't help crying out in grief.
"Brother Wang!"
Ruan Er, Bian Dong and others were in grief, with red eyes and crazy looks, which frightened the villagers to retreat.
Several Beggar Clan disciples rushed to Wang Tie's side. Ruan Er Bian Dong helped him up. Looking at the fatal scars on the other man's neck, he suddenly burst into mournful cries.
A few people walked along the way. Although the road ahead was uncertain and in the dead of night, Ruan Er and others also had a lot of resentment towards Wang Tie. However, when people died, the lights went out, the people were gone, and the grudges were blown by the wind. At this time, they again thought of their relationship with Wang Tie. The brotherly love between each other.
Several people kept wailing. After a while, Ruan Er stopped his tears, looked at the surrounding villagers angrily, and said bitterly: "Evil thief! You and I are at odds with each other!"
After saying that, he roared wildly, used lotus palms, and iron broom legs to perform his famous stunts, but the villagers had no choice but to grit their teeth and fight back.
The two parties fought together again. With Wang Tie's death as a prelude, the fight this time was even more bloody and cruel. Ruan Er and others lost the last of their psychological burden and no longer had any scruples in taking action.
Just when a group of people were fighting in a state of confusion, Amao, the initiator of all this, had quietly left the team.
When Amao saw the Beggar Clan's surprise attack, he was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground and couldn't walk. Thanks to someone dragging him behind him in time, he escaped.
Amao recovered from the panic and almost ran away. However, he did not run to the bottom of the mountain to ask for help, but slipped away to the ruined temple where the real Yushu was.
Master Yushu also noticed the flash of fire at the bottom of the mountain and a large group of people climbing the mountain. However, he did not know what happened, and he was too injured to investigate.
At this time, Amao appeared.
"Grandpa Taoist! It's not good!"
Amao rushed into the temple in panic, pointed outside and shouted: "Yes, there are bandits coming. Come and hide with me!"
Hearing that they were bandits, Master Yushu thought that the large number of fires on the mountain road just now were bandits. The thieves were powerful. Now that he was injured, he wanted to get rid of the thieves, but he was unable to do so, so he could only sigh silently.
"Grandpa Taoist Master, what are you still hesitating about? Come with me quickly!" Amao dragged Master Yushu with an obvious look of anxiety in his eyes.
Master Yushu saw that the other party was not lying, and his eyes were indeed full of fright. He nodded slightly and followed Amao deeper into the mountain.
(End of chapter)
