Looking at his ashen face, Wang Yu knew that he had guessed correctly. He sneered and shook his head, looked at the bald and strong monk, and continued: "Why bother?"
"Since I promised Wan Zhu to spare your lives, as long as you are not like now, provoking me with nothing to do, I will not break my promise. Just for such a little experience, for such a little reward, for the sake of not knowing that there is Is it worth risking your life for the props you don’t have?”
"Oh, no. It's just to make us, like you, lose a little experience and a little item reward. Just to take revenge on us, risk your life, and lose your life in the end. Is it worth it?"
"Haha!" The bald man monk continued to sneer and said: "Of course it's not worth risking your life! However, when I was planning this matter, I didn't think that I would risk my life. Otherwise, How could I do it?”
"It's just a pity. God is not as good as man. Who would have thought that something that he thought was perfect would be discovered so easily, and that his life would be put in danger?"
Wang Yu raised his eyebrows. He actually felt that there was some truth in what the bald and strong monk said.
It's just that it makes sense, and no matter how reasonable it is, it can't change his ending.
Wang Yu took two steps back, widening the distance between himself and the bald monk. Then, he turned to look at the old white-bearded village chief and said, "I have already subdued you. How to deal with it is up to you." !”
When the white-bearded old village chief heard what Wang Yu said, he was overjoyed at first, but then he turned to look at the bald monk, then showed an embarrassed look and said: "He is so powerful, we can't deal with him. "
"In your hands, he can't resist; if it were us...then...maybe we can't resist. You see, otherwise, you just give him to.... In order to avoid the problem later. What an accident, right?"
As the white-bearded old village chief spoke, he made a gesture on his neck with his right hand, meaning that he hoped Wang Yu and the others could help them kill this bald man.
But Wang Yu immediately shook his head and refused: "We were just acting bravely. We couldn't see him bullying the weak and killing innocent people indiscriminately, so we subdued him."
"There is no deep hatred or conflict between us and him. If we help you kill him, wouldn't that be an abuse of force? Then we, together with those monsters who kill innocent people indiscriminately, and him, will what differences are there?"
"Besides, he has been crippled by us, and his body is basically unable to move. He can't be as ferocious as he was just now. Just feel free to deal with him boldly! Nothing will happen!"
Wang Yu looked righteous and awe-inspiring, but in fact, he was just telling lies with his eyes open.
He didn't want to kill the bald and strong monk, but wanted these villagers to serve as executioners. There were two main reasons.
First of all, he has no complex about killing his enemies with his own hands. For him, whether his enemy is killed by himself or someone else, as long as he is dead, that is a good thing!
Therefore, no matter who killed the bald, strong monk, it was the same to him.
The second and most important reason is that the bald and strong monk is a novice monk and a spiritual apostle of the lawful camp.
In the Spirit Realm dungeon, whether you do it yourself or instruct a ghost servant to kill a Spirit Realm apostle of the same camp, at least one thousand moral points will be deducted.
If the other party does more good things than bad things, the moral points may be deducted even more.
Although, looking at what this bald and strong monk did, he didn't look like a good person or someone who could do any good things, but Wang Yu was too lazy to take the risk.
If you kill him with your own hands or order the ghost servants to kill him, you will be the main culprit. But if you subdue him and let these villagers do it, it will be different.
That is, directly changing from the principal offender to an accessory offender. In this way, the moral value deducted by oneself will be reduced by at least half.
Although Wang Yu still has more than 10 million in moral value, there is a saying that goes, "Ride a bicycle to the bar - save money and spend money"!
Now that you have the opportunity to save some moral value, why not do it?
The white-bearded old village chief became excited when he heard Wang Yu say that this bald man was disabled and could not move his body.
He immediately patted his chest and said to Wang Yu: "If you want to say that, then we can rest assured! What this guy did is simply outrageous to both humans and gods, and it is intolerable to God!"
"After killing so many people in our village, I don't know how many people want to rip off his skin! My suggestion just now was just because I was worried that he was too strong and the people in our village couldn't do anything to him."
"But if he really is a useless person... Hey! Then we must let him see how powerful these people in our village are!"
Wang Yu glanced at the white-bearded old village chief, didn't say anything about his words, and walked towards the three teammates of the bald and muscular monk.
When the white-bearded old man saw him leaving without saying a word, he thought he had acquiesced to his words, and immediately shouted behind him: "Folks! This murderer has been eliminated and has no ability to commit murder again!"
"Everyone repays injustice and takes revenge! Let him know what the consequences will be if he commits such a crime in our village, and let him repent for what he has done!"
As soon as the white-bearded old man shouted out the words of the village chief, the villagers behind him instantly became angry. They all rushed towards the white-bearded old village chief with sickles and hoes in their hands.
Not just them, those who were beaten by the four people from Minghuangshan and lying on the ground, whether they were lying on the ground pretending to be dead or really seriously injured, as long as they could still breathe, they all struggled to get up from the ground, Heading towards the old white-bearded village chief.
The villagers who lay on the ground and then got up really hated the bald and strong monk!
Originally, when we were forming teams, it was these villagers who formed their own teams.
They are a team, even if they are not related to each other, they are still neighbors who can't see each other without looking up.
Who can not hate or be angry when a relative or friend is killed?
It's just that because this bald man is too strong, I can't do anything to him, so I can only swallow my anger.
However, after hearing the village chief say that this bald man has been crippled and has no ability to fight back, who can bear it?
Not to mention those who were not injured and were just lying on the ground pretending to be dead. Even those who were seriously injured and were still lying on the ground groaning before had their adrenaline surge at this moment and struggled to stand up.
Even if you can't stand up, you have to crawl over and bite him to relieve your anger!
The bald, muscular monk heard the words of the white-bearded old village chief and knew that his death had come.
He regretted it in his heart. Of course, what he regretted was not that he did something that harmed others and was not beneficial to himself out of jealousy.
Rather, I regret that when I was planning, why was I not careful or cautious? Why did I think that I knew this unspoken rule, so I acted unscrupulously.
If I had told others about this plan at that time and instigated them to kill these villagers, wouldn't they have been the ones to bear the blame and these dangers?
But it is a pity that there is no regret in the world about selling medicine. What is even more pity is that the villagers who want to peel off his cramps have already rushed in front of him.
The white-bearded old village chief was startled by these aggressive villagers.
He originally planned to call on everyone not to kill him, but to torture him for a while longer and let him repent for his crimes before killing him.
But, seeing the posture of these villagers, especially those who got up from the ground, the old white-bearded village chief looked at them all with ferocious faces, gritted his teeth, and held back the words he said. .
The eyes of those people were red, and their posture looked like they were overwhelmed by anger. He was afraid that if he said such words, they would think that he was speaking for this guy, and then they would deal with him together. .
Feeling that things were out of his control, the old white-bearded village chief silently took a few steps back to give the villagers room to do whatever they wanted.
