One of the few old men in the Rebellion slum who had lived to this age died just like that, and his head just rolled down on the dirty streets of the slum and was kicked around by the frightened crowd.
The adventurers have not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.
"It was these adventurers who did it! They just killed the person!"
Someone in the crowd pointed at the girl and shouted.
"I saw it, it was the female adventurer's hand!"
"I saw it too, it's her!"
Several more people in the crowd echoed loudly.
The girl who witnessed this bloody scene was devastated.
The old man who was still alive and talking just now... died in front of her in this way...
Carl and Yanni's mental state was not much better than Shi Junjun's. The more senior monster hunting team was relatively calm, but their faces were also earth-colored.
Killing a hundred unintelligent monsters with your own hands is not as good as a living person dying in this way in front of you.
After hearing the shouts of those people, the crowd became commotion, and some people picked up stones and garbage from under their feet and threw them at the adventurers.
As the captain of the monster hunting team, the bearded uncle Wundt realized that the development of the situation was out of control after blocking a flying pebble with his hand.
In his career as an adventurer, he had participated in the encirclement and suppression of bandits. He tried his best to calm down as quickly as possible and tried to explain to the angry crowd that the old man was not killed by them.
However, the crowd that was incited in an instant had been carried away by their anger.
Some people shouted slogans of tit for tat, life for life, and some even picked up anything that could be used as a weapon from nearby shacks and streets and waved it at the adventurers.
More slum dwellers picked up pebbles and large pieces of garbage from under their feet and threw them like raindrops at the adventurers who were defending back to back.
The bearded uncle Wundt raised his hand to protect his vitals as much as possible with his weapons and arms, and loudly told the adventurers that they must not fight back against the unarmed poor people.
If any more people from the slums are injured or die, this shameful frame-up will see them all hanged by the Rebelian Tribunal.
Yes, after reacting, Wundt had already figured out that this was a frame-up against their team of adventurers.
Although he still couldn't see clearly with his eyesight, who took the life of the old man in the slum and by what means...
But the few people who sang along after the old man's death definitely had a premeditated plan...
Damn it, was it a trap set by Rebelion’s underground forces? Or was it the plan of the slime killer?
But the most urgent task is how to escape...
"Do you still have your kind of cloth bag?"
When Shi Junjun heard the roar of bearded uncle Wundte, she quickly reached for her drawstring bag. If she remembered correctly what Shao Wei had done...
She found nothing.
More and more broken bricks, rubble, rubbish, and rubbish were thrown at them by the people in the Rebelion slum, and some even threw cans of oil and torches at them.
If Yanni hadn't hit the clay pot containing fuel with an ice pick in time, then it wouldn't be the shack next to them that was burning...
The adventurers, who were originally physically much better than the poor residents of these slums, could easily block or dodge the former's attacks.
However, the crowd gathered around them occupied all the nearby places to stay, and the almost omnidirectional throwing objects with no blind spots made it impossible for the adventurers to avoid it.
Moreover, from time to time, a few particularly powerful ones would fly towards those projectiles, forcing the adventurers to dodge or block them with weapons.
In this way, they would inevitably expose their flaws, and then be hit with flying stones and their heads would bleed.
"Kill the murderer! Pay with blood!"
Someone in the crowd raised their arms and shouted.
Most of them don't know what the laws of the kingdom are, but these angry poor people know what it means to kill for life.
More projectiles flew towards the adventurers, and they had no choice but to retreat towards the house where the Slime Killer lived.
This bought them some breathing time, but it also caused the adventurers to retreat into a dead end. Crowds coming from all over the slums had already surrounded them.
The adventurers occupying the rooftop looked at each other.
No one expected that the commissioned task would reach this point.
The original goal of capturing or killing the slime killer has been unable to be achieved. The most important thing now is how to escape from the current dangerous situation.
"Did any of you see who killed the old man?"
Karl, who was still panting, asked his own question.
At that time, he and the old man were standing even closer than the bearded uncle Wundt. If he didn't even see clearly how the old man was killed...
"I didn't see it either." The latter replied with gloomy eyes.
Killing people in front of him without him noticing... This must be said to be a great humiliation for him.
He looked at the old man during the conversation and couldn't find any clues. A blood line appeared on the other man's neck without any warning, and then...
"I think I should know by whose hands that old man died."
Wundt already had the answer in his mind.
These words caused the adventurers to turn their attention to the leader of the monster hunting team who spoke.
"He is the once-famous number one killer of the underground forces, 'Xiansi'. He is good at killing people with the sharp thread spewed out by a certain insect-like monster when it was young."
The bearded uncle Wundt quickly told everyone what he thought.
Soon some adventurers recalled the past deeds of this killer.
It is no exaggeration to say that this person's reputation in South Risieforth two years ago far surpassed that of the number one killer of the underground forces today, that is, the slime they were targeting with this commission.
Someone has calculated the number of murders in "Xiansi" during that period, which is equivalent to almost half the population of a small village in South Rivers.
The targets of assassinations range from nobles with baron titles to homeless people in the slums. Most of the victims are separated without warning in daily life. Many witnesses can be found for each assassination of this person, but none of them can provide information. The effective information about the killer made Rebellion panic for a while.
Because of this, this killer quickly attracted the attention of the authorities. The then Lord of South Rivers, the Lord, mobilized most of the lord's guards and asked for help from the branch president of the South Rivers Magician Association to strangle the "Xiansi". In an abandoned courtyard with a slum.
The underground forces that chose to give up on this killer decisively still exist today after losing many industries, and after that, they supported another killer, a special slime who is now known as Grimm. variant.
I just didn’t expect that Rebelion’s underground forces would go this far in order to protect their current number one killer...