"It's Mr. Wei Kang!!"
Compared to Wei Meng, who faced Wei Kang day and night, it was inevitably slower for others to recognize Wei Kang, who had only one head left, but the shock to them was more significant. In the eyes of ordinary mountain people or ordinary garrison soldiers, Wei Kang, the head of the twelve family guards, is already a high-ranking figure. But now, he only has one head left, hanging like this at the north exit.
The soldiers of the garrison obeyed the orders of their commanders and tried to separate the gathered mountain people. But while they were executing the order, they couldn't help but peek at the content on the banner, and would make some comments when the superior wasn't paying attention.
"again!"
This word has become a sentence with the highest probability of appearing. Even if many people do not say it, their eyes clearly show this meaning.
This scene, this scene, has been happening all over the Xiafeng District since the Nightingale organization emerged more than three years ago. From remote border towns to Xiafeng City, the main city of Xiafeng District, one after another evildoers were punished and paraded in public.
The black characters on the white cloth list the crimes of each evil person. In their presence, Nightingale has become the embodiment of justice in the minds of many mountain people.
"It's gone, it's all gone!!" The guard at the north exit kept yelling at the crowd. However, instead of dispersing, the crowd tended to gather more and more.
Wei Kang, it’s Wei Kang! Wei Kang was killed by Nightingale.
The news was spreading quickly, much faster than the spies sent by Wei Meng to deliver the message. The disposal of such a big shot has pushed people's expectations for Nightingale to a new level.
The crowd could not be evacuated for a long time, and the soldiers of the garrison were even squeezed out of the crowd, watching helplessly as Wei Kang's head continued to hang there, and helplessly as the white cloth listed many of Wei Kang's shameful deeds. But there was absolutely no way to deal with it.
"Block the intersection for me! Don't let any more people come here! Disperse, let them all disperse!" The guard ordered his men furiously, but with little effect. The standing garrison manpower at the north exit was simply not enough to cope with the enthusiasm of the mountain people that was ignited in an instant.
"Trash!" A shout came to the guard's ears.
"Who?" The anxious officer roared subconsciously, but looked around. But he couldn't see who was speaking to him.
"Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!" The voice came again, but the guard still couldn't find who was speaking. But he has realized some possibility.
Only hearing his voice but not seeing his person, this was obviously the use of supernatural sound transmission, and among the twelve family guards, there was one who was a master in the soul of sound.
Lord Wei Meng?
The guard shrank his head subconsciously. The Twelve Family Guards have no official positions, but their power is far greater than that of lower-level officials like them. Realizing that "trash" might be Wei Meng's evaluation of him. The officer's expression suddenly looked more mournful than before. Who would care about anything else at this time, he immediately issued the instructions from Wei Meng frantically.
"Let them disperse! Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy!" the guard roared, and the soldiers heard this order, as did the people gathered here. Before the soldiers could take action, the people were already in an uproar.
Not out of fear, but out of anger. Everyone's emotions were in a state of excitement because Wei Kang was killed. They had originally restrained themselves because of fear of powerful rule, but the officer's brutal and sharp order came. But this last bit of suppressed thoughts were completely shattered.
Everyone's eyes were filled with anger, and they all pointed at the guard who issued the order. And just this look that seemed to be eating people was a reaction that the officer did not expect at all. He felt guilty and subconsciously took a step back. He pressed his hand firmly on the handle of the knife and shouted at all the mountain people: "What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel? Come on, stop them."
There were two personal guards behind the guard, but seeing such a scene, they did not dare to step forward.
They are just ordinary soldiers because of long-term training. There may be a threshold for reaching a little bit of soul power, but after all, it is not those powerful penetrating realms with supernatural powers. Facing such a crowd, their little realm strength will not have any effect at all.
"What's going on? Are you deaf? Or do you also want to rebel?" The guard noticed that the two guys behind him were hesitant and motionless. snapped. Seeing the guards like this, the mountain people were even more confident. These soldiers and commanders who usually make them fearful, now don't look scary at all.
"Those who don't disperse will be killed without mercy?" A mountain man walking at the front sneered at the frightened guard and his two guards. This kind of look usually only appears on the faces of ordinary people like them!
"Yes." came the reply.
The guard didn't speak, and neither did the two guards. But almost everyone in the audience heard this answer. Everyone was looking around for the source of the sound. When their eyes turned to the boulder with the North Exit written on it, they saw a figure passing high. Wei Kang's head hanging on the boulder had been removed, and a long piece of cloth was wrapped around it. Then he flew up and looked out as if he had opened his eyes. Before anyone could react, the banner flew back with a person on its tail. It was the mountain man who mocked the instruction of "If you don't disperse, you will be killed without mercy."
Wei Meng stood on the boulder at the north exit, holding Wei Kang's head in his left hand and holding the white cloth in his right hand. The mountain man's neck was strangled and hung up, and he was struggling desperately.
"Yes." Wei Meng repeated again, using Ming Zhipo's voice, which everyone present could hear clearly, "Those who do not disperse will be killed without mercy."
Anger is still written on the faces of all the mountain people, but now they are hiding bit by bit, replaced by the fear they have become accustomed to. Some people were still watching blankly, while some were already about to leave in despair. But no one cared about the mountain man who was hanging in the air by Wei Meng and was about to die.
"For the last time, disperse." Wei Meng said.
Those mountain people who were still stunned finally made a move and left in a hurry. People pushed others, others blocked others. Some people were pretending to be in pain, but they didn't dare to make any sound at all. Everyone was trying their best to suppress and hide, lest they be noticed. So many people moved and left together, but no one spoke, only the uninterrupted, dull sound of footsteps.
Wei Meng watched all of this coldly, his right hand still hanging on to the poor mountain man. His struggling movements were getting weaker and weaker. At this moment, an arrow flew from the far side.
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There was always someone behind me when I was typing today, which was very stressful! (To be continued.)
