Irrespective of anyone else, leave this place?
The apprentices looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
Could this blind man have lost his mind and gone crazy?
He doesn't really think he can kill the owner of the hall, does he?
They are all apprentices in the martial arts gym. If they run away now, can the gym owner spare them?
It can range from being kicked out of the school to being kicked out of the school, while at the most severe, it can cause the tendons of your hands and hamstrings to be broken, and the skills you have learned to be wasted.
This is the rule that was established when entering the martial arts gym.
Chen Sheng let out a long sigh, "In that case..."
Clang!
The cane sword came out of its sheath and turned into a white bolt, going straight for the square-faced man's throat!
So fast!
The square-faced man was shocked and quickly waved the big knife in his hand.
Poof!
Blood splattered, Chen Sheng had already put the sword into its sheath, while the square-faced man had only raised the sword halfway.
Clang.
The sword fell to the ground.
"Ho ho..."
The square-faced man covered his throat and his eyes widened.
He couldn't figure out why he had been studying Kung Fu for more than ten years, only to be killed by a blind boy with one move.
Plop!
The square-faced man fell down.
"Dead, dead, the owner is dead!"
The martial arts apprentices exclaimed.
Chen Sheng rushed forward following the sound, his staff and knife raised, blood swaying all the way.
He doesn't want to see the drama of "a martial arts apprentice who has been hiding his name for more than ten years, practicing magical skills and returning to avenge his master" played out on him.
One thing about him is similar to that big man with a square face, that is, he likes to cut grass and roots.
"Devil, you are the devil, everyone hurry up... ugh!"
Another apprentice clutched his throat and fell down in pain.
Chen Sheng slashed back and slashed the backs of the four apprentices who rushed to the gate. Then he kicked the bodies behind the door to block the way, turned around and started killing again.
Click!
A crisp cracking sound sounded.
Even if the throat was cut with one knife, the rusty and inferior staff knife could no longer withstand such high-intensity use. It was shattered inch by inch, leaving only a small half of the blade.
Fortunately, the only person still standing in the courtyard was Chen Sheng himself.
But there are still a few living people inside the house.
Chen Sheng turned his ears and heard faint sobbing and choking sounds. He threw away the sheath, took the half-broken knife in his hand, and walked towards the house with bloody footsteps.
"Die!"
The woman rushed out of the house and stabbed Chen Sheng in the chest with a pair of scissors.
Five or six years of being a husband and raising a child have made her forget the moves she once learned.
Chen Sheng dodged and turned sideways, raised his remaining sword, and passed the woman.
Plop.
The woman fell.
Chen Sheng still walked into the room with firm steps.
There was a round table in the living room of the house. The old lady was sitting at the head table, trembling all over, looking at the bloody Chen Sheng with a look of hatred.
"Old lady, I don't know how to be a ghost..."
Poof!
With a casual wave and a push, Chen Sheng ended the old lady's life, leaving her unable to even finish her last words.
Tick tock tick tock…
The blood slid across Chen Sheng's hand, then along the broken knife, and fell to the ground drop by drop, eventually forming a pool of red stains.
He stood there, took a few breaths in silence, and then showed a cold smile.
"Got you!"
Hooray!
The tablecloth was lifted, revealing a trembling boy underneath with tears streaming down his face.
"This is the cry I heard, kid. If you want to blame it, just blame your adults for not hiding you well."
Half an hour later.
Chen Sheng opened the courtyard door and walked out empty-handed.
Qingquan Town is not a ruined temple. If you kill someone, people from the government may arrive at any time, and you will have no time to touch the corpse to collect money.
"Let's go, Lao Ma, we have to find an inn and get some hot water to wash up."
Chen Sheng patted Lao Ma's butt, leaving a few bloody palm prints on it.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
The old horse screamed in disgust. It seemed to have become bolder after the temple was destroyed.
Or if your own life safety is not involved, you just hang up.
Chen Sheng looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling as happy as ever.
He never considered himself a good person, he only wanted to have clear ideas and do whatever he wanted.
When will injustice be repaid?
Killing everyone, wouldn't this be the end of the retribution?
On the long ancient road, people on the road saw a bloody man walking with a mule, and they all ran away, with fear in their eyes.
In troubled times, people's lives are like grass. Although Qingquan Town is prosperous, there are also many lawless gangsters hidden under the prosperity.
No matter what, this place is a frontier fortress, beyond the reach of the imperial court.
"Boy, come to the room and prepare hot water. I want to take a shower."
Chen Sheng smelled the aroma of rice and groped his way to the inn.
The blood on his body had some unexpected effects, scaring away the gangsters in the town.
Those guys who have nothing to do all day long love to tease fools and blind people.
"This guest, you, you are..."
The waiter was so frightened that he stuttered. If Chen Sheng and Lao Ma hadn't been at the door, the diners on the first floor of the inn would have rushed out of the door.
Who knows if this evil star covered in blood will randomly select a lucky audience member and chop him to death to highlight his fierce power?
"Don't ask any more questions. Get some hot water and brush my mule. I'll give you a quarter of an hour."
Chen Sheng threw out about one tael of broken silver, and the waiter hurriedly caught it.
"I'll leave after I wash up. I'll reward you with more."
It was a rare occasion for Chen Sheng to be generous.
Who makes him rich now?
"Okay, Sir, please wait a moment in the private room No. 2 upstairs."
The waiter in the shop smiled happily and went to get ready as fast as he could.
Money can make a fool of himself. One tael of silver is half a month's wages for him.
No matter who he is, if he has money, he is the boss.
Half an hour later, Chen Sheng put on new clothes and left with the old horse feeling very refreshed.
The county police officers had just arrived at the scene of the crime. This was because the Yamen was located in Qingquan Town. Otherwise, an hour would have been enough, and Chen Sheng could have had a nice meal in the inn before leaving.
"There are thirty-eight people in total, and almost all of them were killed by cutting their throats with a knife. Master, this is definitely a master."
The head catcher broke out in cold sweat and quickly ordered his men: "Quickly go and ask Mr. Wang from the Zhige Department to come!"
The master of the martial arts hall is a ninth-level warrior. If such a person is killed with a knife, the murderer must be at least a warrior of the same level, or even higher!
He has not yet entered the rank, and he only has a dozen people under his command. Their strength is not as good as that of a martial arts school. If he really encounters a murderer, they will not be able to squeeze through his teeth.
Professional matters should be left to professionals.
Catching the head and catching the fast, how many taels of silver a month, what kind of fate are you risking?
Soon, the Mr. Wang mentioned by the catcher arrived.
As soon as Wang Ben entered the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
Although the war is now chaotic, it is still very rare to kill more than 30 people in one go. At least during his more than ten years in office, he rarely encountered it.
Wang Ben, the master of the martial arts hall, knew him well. He drank his child's full moon wine a few years ago, but he didn't expect that he would suffer such a tragedy today.
More than 30 lives were lost, and unless the investigation comes to light, people in the small town may be in panic.
