Wang Liuzhi cursed and returned to his deserted home.
He hurriedly left work today, just to spend a happy night in the gold selling cave in the city and get rid of the bad luck he had contracted in the temple. Unexpectedly, he was stopped at the door, and there was a "Wang Lang" on his left.
The one on the right, "Sixth Master", called him politely, but asked him to cancel all the credit he had accumulated in the past, otherwise he would not be allowed in.
"Bah! If your sixth master wants to have money, why would you end up in that shabby brothel of yours?"
He was in a depressed mood and didn't like anything he saw. Unfortunately, he was alone and there was no one in the house to relieve his anger.
By chance, a muffled cry came from next door, maybe it was the man beating his wife again.
He shouted at the top of his lungs:
"It's called mourning!"
The crying immediately disappeared. He took a sip and looked around his empty room, feeling envious in his heart: "Tsk, I wish I had a mother-in-law."
But where can a scoundrel man get a scoundrel wife?
He had no choice but to lock himself in the room and eat cold roasted chicken with some bad wine. After eating it in a few mouthfuls, he took out a small paper bag containing several pills, which were the demon-preventing pills distributed by the Yamen.
, to protect against demon plague.
He hesitated for a while, did not move it, and threw it into a big jar in the corner of the room. He had a bad stomach and always had stomach upset after taking this pill.
Then there is nothing to do.
I had no choice but to pour the whole bottle of wine into my belly and sleep counting balls.
The bed was cold and smelled of sweat. He couldn't help but curl up and thought vaguely: "It would be nice to have a wife."
Go to sleep slowly.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The cold meat and bad wine in his stomach started to stir, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to get up and go to the latrine.
Just opened the door.
A woman's face was shoved in front of my eyes.
Pale complexion, sad eyes, and red lips.
Is this... a dream come true?
Wang Liuzhi's eyes habitually looked down.
Looking at a white jade-like neck, and then, short needle-like bristles, a cast-iron black shell, a huge round belly that touches the ground, and slender jointed limbs like a spear and a halberd...
Wang Liuzhi's eyes suddenly froze, and the sour gas in his stomach surged up, roared twice in his throat, and finally turned into a dry howl and burst out.
"Monster!"
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Hoes, dung forks, hatchets, torches, door sticks... all kinds of "weapons" were held in the hands of about a dozen men.
They were strong and strong, and there were many of them. They shouted loudly to cheer each other up, but they could not hide their trembling and panic-stricken expressions.
Just because their enemy is a monster.
A spider with the face of a woman and as big as an ox.
Wang Liuzhi was hiding in the crowd.
Thanks to his usual agility in hanging around with evil boys, he managed to escape with his life after encountering the monster.
Can.
This life can't be saved for long.
He tightened his grip on the saber and stared at the spider monster in front of him, watching as she kept roaring and biting, but was driven back by the men waving torches. It seemed that they were evenly matched, and even had a slight upper hand.
But Wang Liuzhi knows very well that human strength is limited, and courage is even more limited.
When the strength and courage of this group of people are exhausted, who can come to rescue them?
A Taoist priest in Shuiyue Guanli? Or a government official?
However……
Did you hear that?
The whole city burst into tears and howls.
I'm afraid there are monsters in other places too!
If there is really a rescue, even the rich and powerful families in the city cannot be rescued, so how can they give priority to this small corner of the poor neighborhood?
Wang Liuzhi’s eyes flickered.
Every time the monster pounces and every time it retreats, why is it like a hunter teasing its prey, making them nervous and exhausted?
But he seemed to have a large number of people, but he saw fatigue from the frightened faces, and heard fear from the breathing... Huh?
While looking around, Wang Liuzhi was surprised to find that the person who should have appeared here did not appear.
"Where is Zheng Tu?"
He muttered to himself.
"Where is Zheng Tong?"
He shouted loudly.
When the crowd heard the sound, they paused for a brief moment, and then started shouting in confusion as if they had grasped some life-saving straw.
"Zheng Lang, come here quickly", "Zheng Tuzi", "Zheng Da, come out quickly"...
Together, they even overwhelmed the noise in the city.
"What did you ask your grandpa to do? It ruined a good dream for nothing."
A loud curse sounded from the yard across from the market.
Then, the door of the courtyard was suddenly opened, and a fat and muscular man appeared, with his mouth exposed and his heart hair covered with anger.
It is Zheng Tong, the butcher who has not appeared in dozens of chapters in this article.
In fact, Wang Liuzhi always had trouble dealing with Zheng Tong. He thought he was a powerful chai, and he had about ten brothers to help him, so he was also a dignified figure in this place.
But this Zheng Butcher looked down on him because of his fat body and strong arms, and he was often nasty.
But at this juncture, how can "private grudges" ruin the "overall situation"?
Wang Liuzhi called quickly.
"Brother Zheng, come quickly and kill this monster with us."
Unexpectedly, Zheng Tong was stunned for two or three seconds when he saw the monster, and then he retreated into the house without looking back, not forgetting to close the door.
What a bitch!
Wang Liuzhi was so anxious that he yelled:
"This pig-butcher usually calls himself a hero, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a fool!"
well!
I should also run away decisively.
He was secretly annoyed, and the people around him were even more excited. The monster found a flaw and pounced suddenly. The men hurriedly hit the torch. But this time, the monster did not retreat anymore and allowed the torch to hit the carapace, splashing out fur.
Peng Mars.
Immediately, he dispersed the crowd, hooked his two pincers, and caught the two unlucky ones. They quickly got into the house behind them before everyone could gather again.
The door of the house was open, and it was dark inside. There was no light at all, and only screams and wails could be heard continuously.
People gathered again, but stopped in front of the house. No one dared to go in to save people, or even dared to get too close. They looked at each other, and finally, they all looked at Wang Liuzhi.
Wang Liuzhi glared strangely.
"Watch what I do?"
In the crowd: "You are an official."
"I'm off work!"
"But this is your house."
"So what?" Wang Liuzhi said angrily, "You, Master Six, don't want this broken house anymore!"
The words just fell out.
"Step aside."
Suddenly, he was suddenly pushed from behind and staggered. Just as he bared his teeth, a sharp cold light hit his eyes, and he immediately swallowed back the obscene words that came to his lips.
It was a double-edged long-handled sword.
Carrying it on a pair of thick and majestic shoulders.
The visitor was wearing heavy armor, and the armor was covered like scales. It seemed that it had been well maintained, but it could not hide its age.
The armor tie (the rope that fastens the armor) is slightly loose, as if the armor was put on in a hurry.
The bag was tucked under the arm, revealing a face full of flesh, with short fibrous roots like steel needles spread out, and a look of coldness between the brows, no longer the arrogant rogue he usually is in the market.
Is this person actually Zheng Tong?
Wang Liuzhi was stunned for a moment.
It turns out that Zheng Tong did not shrink his eggs, but returned to wear armor and serve as a soldier.
It turns out that the rumors are true, this guy is really a talented soldier who returned from the north.
Hiding armor privately is a serious crime and according to law...
While he was thinking wildly, Zheng Tong had already strode into the room.
"It's pitch dark and there's no place to fight. Hurry and throw some torches in!"
Wang Liuzhi was excited when he heard this.
"No."
he shouted.
"This is my house."
But the people around him paid no attention to him, and torches were thrown into the doors and windows one after another.
The window lattice, firewood, curtains, and bedding were lit to illuminate the dark room.
The raging firelight shone, reflecting the bloody corpses, the ferocious flying monsters, the dull iron armor, and the fierce light of the sword.