In Du Chengfeng's eyes, Yang Sanlang was probably just like Qin Wuyang.
In the story of Jing Ke's assassination of Qin, Qin Wuyang who followed Jing Ke was said to have killed people in his teens and was quite famous in the local area - this was quite similar to Yang Sanlang, who was also Because he dared to kill people and was brave and fierce, he gained quite a reputation around Yangjiapu.
Once upon a time, when he first came to Yangjiapu, he had to look up to such a figure as a refugee. Even most of the time, he could not even meet such a "hero" like Yang Sanlang. Until, that is, when the barbarians came over and he was pulled out to become a strong man, he could see Yang Sanlang in the crowd and see the heroic posture of the other party leading the entire team.
However, in just one night, Du Chengfeng already knew that the so-called "heroes" were only mortals after all.
Compared with such a big name, the real Yang Sanlang is far less heroic. This person will lose his mind because of anger, and will also panic because of fear. When facing death, he will not take life seriously. Even cruel people will collapse on the ground and urinate and excrement.
The so-called heroes are just like that after all.
If it were in the past, Du Chengfeng might still take Yang Sanlang seriously, but now, his opponent is He Xiqing from Mobei, a humanoid monster who can kill giant bears in his teens.
"Get out of the way."
Grabbing Yang Sanlang's shoulder, Du Chengfeng raised his hand and threw him to the side of the road. Then he parked the cart at the door and started unloading.
As for Yang Sanlang's appeal, he ignored it. Once the knife was in his hand, it was his. This knife was his most powerful combat power now, and it was also his most important trump card when facing He Xiqing. What's more, It was one of the mental damages paid to him by the Yang family in order to settle their previous grudges.
Furthermore, the Yang family has no objections to this matter, so who does Yang Sanlang matter?
But just as Du Chengfeng unloaded some bedding from the car and started to carry them into the house, something at his feet made him frown.
It's that heavy sword.
"Huh?"
Du Chengfeng then came back to his senses and realized that Yang Sanlang was not here to kowtow in the first place. He was clearly here to steal the sword. However, this sword had killed more than 200 barbarians in a row before, and its ferocious momentum had already become more powerful. In the past, Yang Sanlang couldn't even pick it up, fearing that he would collapse to the ground as soon as he touched it.
So when the theft failed, Yang Sanlang simply knelt on the ground and changed his words to begging.
"this……"
Du Chengfeng was speechless for a long time.
I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people. As a person, Du Chengfeng can only say that in his two lifetimes, he has never seen anything so outrageous.
"You are really looking for death..."
Du Chengfeng rushed out with a big knife.
"Since you want to die so much, then I will make it happen for you!"
"Come! Kill me!"
Seeing Du Chengfeng getting closer and closer, Yang Sanlang was not surprised but happy.
"Kill me! Since I can't get my ancestral sword back, I'll admit it if I die in your hands!"
"Okay! You asked for this!"
As he spoke, Du Chengfeng raised his sword high.
But at this moment, Du Chengfeng suddenly smelled something.
Looking down, Du Chengfeng's face turned dark immediately. Although Yang Sanlang was arrogant, he was huddled on the ground. The hem of his clothes was already wet with some kind of light yellow water, and he could even smell the smell of a latrine.
This time, not only him, but also the knife in his hand didn't want to cut anymore.
Mainly because it's dirty.
Grabbing Yang Sanlang's shoulder with his hand, Du Chengfeng threw him into the darkness in the distance. Then he found a shovel from the cart and shoveled the piece of land where Yang Sanlang had just sat. Then he rummaged around in the car for a while, found a few bottles of bad wine, took them out and poured them on the ground. Only when he confirmed that only the smell of wine was left at the door of the courtyard, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But that wasn't the end yet. Back in the yard, Du Chengfeng found the unlucky scimitar from the weapons pile and threw it away from the wall.
Feeling the long-lost tranquility in his heart, Du Chengfeng confirmed that there was no problem.
No wonder he couldn't do anything today and didn't encounter any good things. It seems that some evil weapons cannot be kept. Although in theory, he still believes in science, but now these weapons and other evil things have been eliminated. Now that these facts are in front of us, they are obviously more scientific.
So the fact that he is bleeding out from all over his body must be part of science.
"You started too, right?"
Thinking of the story about the kitchen knife that Carpenter Li had told before, Du Chengfeng opened his clothes directly.
Sure enough, among the large daggers inside, a bloody kitchen knife was gushing blood like a fountain.
"be honest."
Looking up at the moonlight, Du Chengfeng took the kitchen knife out of his arms and prepared to polish it while he was still sleepy.
However, what Du Chengfeng didn't expect was that even though the knife had fallen into his hand, the hallucination of bleeding still hadn't stopped.
In just a moment, Du Chengfeng's right hand was completely soaked with blood and became sticky. It even dripped all the way down, staining his clothes red.
"Huh? Did I give you face?"
Seeing that the blood illusion had not disappeared, Du Chengfeng simply picked up the thick knife at hand.
In an instant, all the blood stains disappeared.
Only the old kitchen knife was left lying in Du Chengfeng's hand, seeming to be trembling a little.
"It would have been over if this had happened earlier."
Seeing that the hallucination disappeared, Du Chengfeng was no longer prepared to use the kitchen knife.
The whetstones were taken out, and Du Chengfeng also sat on the bench made by Carpenter Li. After soaking the stone with cold water from the well, Du Chengfeng picked up the kitchen knife and began to sharpen it under the moonlight.
Every inch of rust is a trace left by the years, and every bit of blood is the past experience of this knife.
In the process of carefully polishing the kitchen knife, Du Chengfeng gradually felt the experience of this kitchen knife.
He saw blood, a lot of blood.
Obviously in his perception, the kitchen knife was not stained with much evil spirit, but after grinding it deeply, the pungent blood was so deep that even Du Chengfeng, who had killed more than two hundred people with his own hands, couldn't help but Frowning at that.
Fortunately, as Du Chengfeng continued to grind, he finally felt the memory hidden under the deep blood scab.
Contrary to Du Chengfeng's expectation, the original owner of this knife was actually a woman.
And she is also a beautiful-looking woman.
