Shen Zui escorted Mu Wan'er to the outside of the store, and the unknown feeling became more and more intense.
There were still happy crowds all around, each heading towards where they wanted to go.
His drunken eyes kept scanning everyone's faces, and a thin layer of sweat began to ooze from his palms. This situation never happened when he was fighting the evil dragon.
"Shenzui, who is this person?"
"We don't know yet, but we can be sure that there are many people on the other side."
Shenzui pulled Mu Wan'er and kept moving through the crowd. But the invisible pressure was still following them, and they couldn't get rid of it, which made him extremely uneasy.
Finally, after a lot of time, the two gradually moved away from the crowd and walked on the trail.
The snow on the trail is not as clean as on the street, and there is still a squeaking sound when your feet step on it.
Wan'er shook Shenzhen's arm, "Are they still following?"
"Yes, and getting closer."
The two of them walked a few steps further and saw a pavilion on the side of the road with some ice picks hanging on the eaves.
Shenzui guarded Wan'er behind him, heading towards the empty mountain road except for them, and said loudly: "Stop following, come out."
Before he finished speaking, more than 20 strong men were seen jumping out from both sides and the distance of the mountain road. Some of them had not come up yet. They just stayed at the foot of the mountain, blocking the way of scattered passers-by.
"Wan'er, if you see something is wrong, run away first. I will follow you later."
Shen Zui turned his head and spoke to the girl behind him, but his eyes did not dare to leave the approaching crowd.
The leader was an extremely strong man. Even on this cold winter day, he was only wearing thin clothes, and the bulging muscles in his arms stood out like hard rocks.
Like everyone else, he covered his face with a cloth, leaving only the part above his nose exposed.
This man was holding an iron rod and approaching step by step.
Shenzui took a few steps forward and stood at the steps of the pavilion. He looked down at the man climbing up the steps, "Who are you? Why are you blocking us?"
The strong man picked his ears with his free fingers, and then said impatiently, "It doesn't matter who I am, you have offended someone, so don't blame us brothers."
As he spoke, the strong man stretched out his hand, and all the nearby masked men approached the pavilion.
"Is there no room for change?"
Shen Zui asked coldly.
The strong man tapped his gloved palms with an iron rod and said nonchalantly: "Stop talking nonsense, take people's money and eliminate disasters with them. Don't worry, our brothers won't kill anyone."
As he spoke, the man pointed at Shen Zui, "You pretty boy will be disabled at most. The girl behind you won't be in danger as long as she takes good care of us."
His hands were clasped behind his back in intoxication, his brows were furrowed and his joints were creaking.
If Wan'er hadn't been by his side, he would have already taken the lead in teaching the man in front of him who spoke dirty words.
It's just that this time the opponent has a large number of people and he has to concentrate on protecting Wan'er, so he still has some scruples.
"Everyone who comes, come to me. Whoever knocks this pretty boy down first will get an extra ten taels of silver."
The strong man yelled at his men, and at the same time he rushed towards Shen Zui with an iron rod.
Shen Zui was filled with anger in his Dantian, and he stepped forward, his fists like thunder heading towards the strong man's face.
That man was also experienced. When the fist came, although he couldn't completely avoid it, he still turned his head sideways the moment before the cheek came into contact.
The body of an intoxicated second-level martial artist cannot be treated like an ordinary person, but the power of a punch is much stronger than that of an ordinary person.
Only half of the fist landed on the strong man's face, but even so, the man flew far away and hit the snowdrift beside the road.
When the dozen or so people nearby saw the boss being beaten, they all waved various weapons at Shenzui like crazy.
There are wooden sticks and hatchets that are common in farmers, and there are also standard long knives that most people don't carry with them.
Seeing that the situation was dangerous, he turned around drunkenly, jumped up, reached out and pulled an ice pick from the eaves of the pavilion.
After a night of freezing, the ice pick was hard in texture and had a tapered front section. Although it was not as hard as a real long sword, it could naturally play a greater role in Shen Zui's hands.
I saw his left hand behind his back, holding an ice pick in his right hand like a sword, with the tip pointing to the ground, standing on the steps of the pavilion, floating like a god.
At this moment, Wan'er, who was standing behind him, seemed to see Shen Zui, a disciple of the Xian family who was holding the famous sword "Ningshuang" and flying in the wind again.
More than ten people on the opposite side shouted and came towards Shen Zui in twos and threes.
Shen Zui first let go of the long knife, turned sideways and kicked out, kicking the masked man in front of him away.
Then he turned around, and before they could attack the pavilion, he struck first, holding an ice sword and stabbing the wrist of a man holding a wooden stick.
There was a "chi" sound, like the sound of scissors cutting through a linen bag.
Mu Wan'er, who was standing behind, saw a large cloud of blood mist blooming on the man's wrist, and then blood dripped onto the ground.
The man who was stabbed in the wrist lost all his previous bravery and fell to the side of the road holding his wrist.
When several people around him saw this, they didn't dare to come forward and looked at each other.
At this time, the strong man who had been knocked down earlier had already gotten up and shouted to his minions: "It's all up to me. If anyone dares to fail to contribute, don't blame me for settling old scores in the future."
When everyone heard what the boss said, they didn't dare to retreat. They just gathered around more cautiously, trapping the intoxication in Gaixin.
Wan'er was very anxious behind, but she couldn't help. She knew that at times like this, the less she could cause trouble to Shen Zui and distract him.
As the first person rushed towards him, more than ten people behind him all rushed towards the pavilion as if they had been given a shot of blood.
Shen Zui holds an ice pick in his right hand, his figure is as nimble as a swimming dragon, and his shots are steady and precise, targeting the right hand of the person holding the weapon.
But in the blink of an eye, several more people were stabbed by him.
But this time they did not retreat like before, but became more fierce.
Shen Zui is gradually losing ground, and the place where he can move around is getting smaller and smaller.
When facing enemies, whether they are immortals or mortals, unless you are fighting alone, you can lean against a wall or a mountain.
At other times, if you are cornered by the enemy and have no room to move flexibly, you are probably in a dangerous situation.
At this time, Shen Zui was also facing the same situation. The people around him compressed him within a two-foot radius of the pavilion. Behind him was Wan'er, who had no way to retreat.
"careful!"
As the girl screamed, Shenzui quickly retreated, dodging the sharp blow.
Five or six masked men had already entered the pavilion, and the originally small pavilion was now even more crowded.
Just as Shenzui stabilized his body and prepared to counterattack, he saw someone attacking Wan'er from the corner of his eye.
He didn't care about what was in front of him, and passed by at an extremely fast speed, came behind the man, grabbed the man by the collar, and threw him away.
But it was also this gap that made people seize the opportunity. Behind Shen Zui was a man holding a hatchet, and the bright blade just stabbed Shen Zui in the heart.
Wan'er didn't know if it was a psychological effect, or she really heard the sound of the blade piercing flesh.
Shen Zui groaned a few times, clenched his teeth, turned around and stabbed the icepick in his hand into the man's shoulder. The force was so strong that gurgling blood came out from the tip through the cotton-padded clothes.
After the man fell, he broke the ice pick in Shen Zui's hand.
With only half of the icicle left in his hand, Shen Zui took a few steps back, his back soaked in blood.
