The fifty-ninth chapter is the first hand of Yin Xiao
The yard, which had been deserted before, suddenly became noisy, as if there were ten parrots with unpleasant sounds chattering together, which was a headache.
Amidst the shouts, Zhan Shizhao couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled out the knife from the waist of the guard beside him and roared angrily: "Shut up!"
He was a scholar and had never held a sword. The sword was too long and heavy. When he pulled it out, the blade swiped across his thigh, cutting him and causing him to sink.
The noisy sound immediately dissipated, leaving only countless sights wandering around the courtyard, not knowing whether to laugh or be afraid.
The guard also stretched out his hand to drag Mrs. Song, yelling like a bull or a horse: "Hurry up! Don't delay my business!"
At this moment, Yin Xiao appeared from beside Mrs. Song like a ghost, squeezing Mrs. Song and Aunt Liu behind her.
He and Song Qinghui are the same age, but they grew up completely different. Song Qinghui is the family flower, and he is the wind and grass. His arms are made of pig iron, which provides a glimmer of hope for the Song family.
He straightened his back, his phoenix eyes glowed fiercely, and without saying a word, his body became a wall.
Zhan Shizhao's eyelids twitched wildly, classifying Yin Xiao as a hard nut that can't be chewed, waving his hands to signal the people around him to surround him, and at the same time angrily yelled: "What are you going to do!"
Then he turned to look at the two noisy aunts: "Do you want to die? I can help you!"
After the angry rebuke, he himself realized that things would not go well if he continued to delay.
He obviously brought so many people, and the Song family only had a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, plus a nursing home, but he had so many people and so many knives, but they were all suppressed by Yin Xiao.
On the battlefield, Yin Xiao is a general who is not afraid of life and death, and the people he brings are all soldiers.
The two aunts shut their mouths, but Yin Xiao still stood firmly on the spot, with the knife in front of him. No matter how many people were fighting with him in front of him, he would not give in.
Zhan Shizhao's eyelids were twitching, and it was not yet the agreed time to take action.
He thought that what he was actually good at was not fighting and killing, so he changed his strategy and said to Mrs. Song: "Mrs. Song, if you don't leave, for Mrs. Song..."
The words are not finished yet, and there will never be a chance to finish them.
Yin Xiao suddenly took action and threw the sharp knife in his hand towards Zhan Shizhao, hitting him in the throat. At the same time, he raised his leg and swept across the long knives in front of him, provoking a dispute.
Zhan Shizhao fell to the ground, with spraying blood mist in front of him. There was a ringing in his ears that only he could hear. His eyes became more and more distracted, and many pictures flashed through his mind like a lantern.
Damn it—Zhang Xutang actually accounts for more than half of them.
He struggled to take off a bamboo whistle from his waist and tried to blow it, but he tried several times without success.
The hand finally dropped.
Without him as the leader, although the Zhang family's guards were not in chaos, all the people mobilized from the Wu'an army were in chaos.
They didn't have the consciousness to sacrifice their lives for the Zhang family. Facing the murderous Yin Xiao, they retreated steadily and ran away simply.
So many people were defeated in front of Yin Xiao.
In the chaos, someone picked up the bamboo whistle that Zhan Shizhao had dropped on the ground, put it to his mouth and blew it, making a crisp bird call.
The sound broke through the darkness, the wall, and the Zhang family's guards began to retreat in an orderly manner.
The Song family did not become empty because of this. Corpses, blood, and nightmares filled the house.
Yin Xiao was holding a knife, her hair was wet, and it was unclear whether it was sweat or blood dripping from the ends of her hair. The two hands on the knife handle were shaking from exhaustion.
With these hands, he protected all the women and children behind him.
Facing the sudden retreat, he frowned, unable to tell whether it was Zhan Shizhao's death that made them give up, or whether they had other intentions.
Aunt Lin breathed a sigh of relief: "If I had known better, I wouldn't have sent the uncle away."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bamboo tube was thrown in from outside the wall and fell on the corpse with a muffled sound.
Then came the second, third, and countless bamboo tubes falling like rain. Clear liquid flowed out of each bamboo tube, and the air was instantly filled with the smell of tung oil.
A firecracker was thrown in, and after it landed on the ground, a flame ignited in an instant.
"They set fire! Let's go!" Aunt Lin screamed, holding Aunt Wang with one hand and Mrs. Song with the other, and ran away.
As soon as his foot took a step, he retracted it.
Where to run?
There is fire in every direction.
The houses in Tanzhou originally had a lot of wood but few bricks and tiles. Coupled with tung oil, they burned very quickly.
"Kitchen!" Yinxiao threw away the knife, took off his coat and beat forward, trying to find a way out.
Thousands of flames rose into the sky, and black smoke shot straight into the sky, engulfing Qiong Yu and the Song family and others.
On the pier, Zhang Xutang and Song Huiyue abandoned their cars and rode together. They seemed to be a very well-matched couple.
Zhang Lang had a horse face, and Song Concubine had a donkey face, with murderous intent and a continuous flash of sword light.
Zhang Xutang held Song Huiyue's arm hard, and while galloping the horse, he sneered: "Why don't you stop making trouble?"
Song Huiyue retorted: "Why, do you like me to bite you?"
"Fart! Master, I'm not so greedy that I like a wild dog!"
"Then you ride a horse with a wild dog?"
"You think I am the King of Jin. There are so many women in the world who don't love me. If I love you like this, stop dreaming about you!"
"I'm not going to marry you, so what happens to me is none of your business?"
"Who are you marrying? Who else wants you? I don't want you anyway. Only King Jin is willing to pick up rags!"
Song Huiyue sneered: "You and Prince Jin are the only two men in the world? Oh, if there are really only two of you, then I will definitely marry Prince Jin, not you. There is still a gap between you and Prince Jin.
It's a thousand miles away. If King Jin is not here, then I will be an old girl for the rest of my life. Even if all the men in the world die, I won't marry you."
Zhang Xutang felt that every word Song Huiyue said was meant to piss him off. He thought to himself that this bitch had changed her strategy. Instead of biting him to death, she was preparing to piss him off to death.
He shut his mouth and concentrated on running.
If he kept saying this, he was afraid that he would lose control and throw Song Huiyue to death on the spot.
Just as everyone was running silently, their eyes suddenly lit up, as if a huge light had been lit in the night, and half of the sky turned red.
Zhang Xutang and Song Huiyue looked up at the same time.
There was a fire in Tanzhou City. The fire illuminated half of Tanzhou City. Even if they had left the city, they could feel the intensity of the fire.
Zhang Xutang's heart sank, knowing that the plan had changed, but without changing his expression or saying a word, he raised his riding whip and hit the horse on the butt, causing the horse to gallop away.
Song Huiyue was also shocked and confused, always feeling that the fire was coming from something strange: "Did you set it off?"
"I farted!" Zhang Xutang argued loudly, "I burned people to death before I even finished my work? What can I threaten you with?"
"You mean you'll set fire to it when you're done?" Song Huiyue twisted her neck and glared at him.
Zhang Xutang shouted at the top of his lungs: "I didn't! It's not me! Stop talking nonsense!"
While he was defending, the "old place" also arrived. He rolled off his horse and dragged Song Huiyue down again.