Ke Congliang almost fainted from tears.
Yesterday he had a sweet dream of sitting on the throne of the martial arts leader, but today he has become a street rat that everyone yells at.
No, he was three points worse than a street rat.
After all, mice crossing the street can still hide in holes, but he barely has a place to hide.
Thousands of people were like gnats, raking every inch of soil in the city. In less than one stick of incense, they had changed five hiding places.
They were lying near a sewage outlet. The environment was foul-smelling, flies and mosquitoes were raging, and cockroaches and worms were crawling on them from time to time.
"Brother, this can't go on like this." Bei Muren held the Ghost Head Sword in his arms.
The searching people were getting closer and closer, making noisy noises. They would give a slap to the head if they saw any living thing, not to mention rats, even cockroaches.
Wu Yinfa gritted his teeth, "Why don't you rush out and fight with them? Kill one without compensation, kill two and earn one!"
"Fourth brother, don't think that I don't know. Once we rush out, we will be surrounded by these unscrupulous people. You are so good at lightness, they can't trap you."
"Where are eldest brother and I?"
"We are not as good at qinggong as you, so we definitely won't be able to get out. Since we can't leave, there will be a fierce fight between the two sides. Just wait for me and my eldest brother to help you entangle each other, and you can take the opportunity to escape."
Wu Yinhong's old face felt hot.
"Third brother, how could I leave you and your eldest brother? Am I, Wu Yinfa, such a person?"
"yes!"
Beimuren nodded decisively.
Wu Yinfa was so angry that his hair and beard were bulging, but he also felt guilty because Bei Muren was telling him exactly what was on his mind.
But can you blame him?
The ant still cherishes his life, why can't he escape? It's not impossible for him to leave with his Qinggong, but Ke Congliang and Bei Muren are his biggest burdens.
Of course, if they could help block this group of unscrupulous people, the success would be even greater.
"Bei, don't look down on others! Although I am not a good person, I have always been loyal to brothers. My eldest brother is here, how can I leave alone!"
He retorted forcefully.
"Okay, don't make any noise." Ke Congliang scolded softly.
"We shouldn't have listened to the second brother, and done anything to lure a snake into a hole and ambush him. We should have rushed into the county government office and killed the man named Kong with a knife, and nothing would have happened."
"
Yes, the throne of the leader of the martial arts alliance was not even touched, but was chased away like a lost dog by a bunch of unscrupulous people! "
He punched the ground hard, causing mud to fly everywhere.
Bei Muren and Wu Yinfa suffered a disaster, and their heads and faces were splashed with mud. Bei Muren was even more unlucky. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but a lump of mud splashed into his mouth.
"vomit……"
A fishy stench suddenly made his insides tremble. Before he could cover his mouth, he heard someone shouting, "There's someone over there, everyone, hurry up and take a look."
Ke Congliang's expression changed drastically.
You can't stay here for long!
"The three of us broke out in three directions. See you in Jiangbei, brothers!" He hurriedly dropped a sentence, jumped up "suddenly", and fled to the north.
Unwilling to lag behind, Wu Yinfa used Qinggong to stir up the ground, and a few rabbits fled southward.
Beimuren was stunned for a moment, is this okay?
What about the promised brotherhood?
What about living and dying together as promised?
Brother, I can only use a machete, but I can’t fly? He got up cursing, and since he couldn't fly, he had no choice but to run away.
As he ran, he muttered: You can't catch me, you can't catch me...
Maybe it's because his mouth is not consecrated, or maybe his mouth is a crow's mouth.
Before he could escape even half a stick of incense, he was caught up by the people and surrounded him. Seeing that he could not escape, Bei Muren became fierce, brandishing the ghost-headed sword and shouting:
"Don't come over here, I'm very cruel."
"You don't believe it, do you? Ask this knife how much blood it has drunk!"
…
Most of the people besieging Beimuren were the disciples of the Wu family led by Wu Song. They all seemed to be frightened and did not dare to move forward.
They were just ordinary people, and the other party was a desperado with a notorious reputation, so they lost a bit in terms of momentum.
The two sides were in a stalemate, with cold sweat breaking out on Wu Sang's forehead.
He was excited and scared.
Excitedly, he led people to find a desperado, and he had an explanation for his father and adults.
He was afraid because he had never done anything like fighting with bare hands, but today he was fighting desperadoes with real swords and guns. He would be lying if he said he was not afraid.
He looked around anxiously, but the county soldiers were not nearby.
He kept wiping off cold sweat.
"Smash him to death..."
Unexpectedly, the stunned Qing shouted wildly, and a hoe shot out of the air, hitting Beimuren who was waiting for the attack.
Beimuren smiled coldly, and with a flick of the ghost-headed knife in his hand, he flew the hoe away. But he stopped laughing immediately. As soon as he put away the knife, a meteor shower consisting of hoes, poles, kitchen knives, hatchets, spatulas... came overwhelmingly towards him.
Wancao, do you want to have such a good time?
Bei Muren jumped left and right. Although he tried his best to dodge, he was hit countless times in succession. Fortunately, he dodged sharp weapons such as kitchen knives and hatchets. Although he was hit countless times, his life was still there.
After receiving several waves of attacks, he calmed down.
Anyway, they don't have the ability to smash people to death. When they are tired of smashing them, I will attack them harder. Even if they can't kill them all, they can still escape.
Beimuren was just thinking about it when the "whirring" wind started coming up again, and there was another meteor shower with nothing new in it.
He no longer panics, picks the knife, kicks...
stop……
A rapid whistling sound suddenly sounded. As soon as he heard the sound, his chest seemed to be pierced by some sharp weapon. He staggered back a few steps and looked down to see a featherless arrow sinking into his chest, with only half an inch of the arrow tail exposed.
He was confused, thinking that there really were featherless arrows in the world. Isn't it just a legend?
He looked up to seek answers, and saw a group of county soldiers approaching him from a distance, with several ghastly arrow clusters aimed at him.
"you……"
"Don't talk about martial ethics!"
He struggled, very unwillingly, and finally couldn't bear the loss of life and fell to the ground. The desperadoes were killed, and the people screamed wildly.
"He's dead, he's dead."
Wu Song was also very excited and said to the boy next to him: "Hurry back and report to the master. One of the gangsters died. It was our Wu family who discovered it."
"Hurry...go quickly."
The boy took the order and left, while he grabbed a handful of broken silver and gave it to the county soldier who shot Beimuren to death.
The county soldiers were confused. Who is this person? Your brain isn't burned out, is it?
Wusong patted him on the shoulder.
"I am Wusong, and I am good friends with the magistrate. This money is for you."
It's okay if he didn't say it, but as soon as he said it was brother Kong Fang, the county soldiers felt that money was hot to their hands.
Your Excellency has repeatedly emphasized that the county soldiers are not allowed to take advantage of the common people, as this violates military law! What do you mean by stuffing money into my hand in public?
