The four killers looked at each other with fear in their eyes.
The fourth sister knows her own affairs, and there are many kinds of poisons in her backpack. There are more than ten kinds of poisons that make people want to die.
The mustache and the eldest brother knew the ability of the fourth sister. If they took her poison, half-death would be a minor issue, but they were afraid that if they were mixed together, it would be worse than half-death.
The only one who agreed was the white-faced scholar, "Zi once said that a good man will not suffer the consequences of his immediate losses, and it is better to die than live. I think it is better to take poison."
Of course it will be cured by taking the poison, so that after the white-faced scholar is resurrected, the little brother can be full of energy again.
Although the painful feeling has passed now, the white-faced scholar just tried it quietly, but now the brother is no longer able to do it.
Even if it's not useless, it probably won't be very useful. It would be better to die and be resurrected to get a new one.
"This brother is right. I advise you to do as our shopkeeper said." Fu Nan said.
The three of them were still looking at each other, blinking and discussing. When the white-faced scholar saw that they were even determined to fight, he immediately felt something was wrong.
He advised: "Master once said that those who understand current affairs are heroes, and those who adapt to changes are heroes. We adults do not remember the faults of villains, and the prime minister's belly can support a boat..."
"Shut up!" Yu Sheng and the three companions of the white-faced scholar shouted at the same time. If he continued talking, Yu Sheng would become a villain.
"Don't be so hopeless. Don't forget that we are from Luo City. Why is Luo City still in ruins? Because we have backbone!"
The eldest brother looked back at Yu Sheng with a firm look on his face, "We would rather live standing than die kneeling."
"Hmm, huh?" Hu Zihu and the fourth sister nodded heavily at first, then looked at the elder brother in confusion.
"Ahem", the eldest brother coughed awkwardly and said bravely: "I'm not wrong, as long as we stand, even if we die, the spirit of the saint will not die!"
"That's right!" The white-faced scholar was encouraged. He forced himself to stand up, holding a throwing knife, and stood staggeringly with his brother.
He looked at Yu Sheng, "I once said that the people of Luocheng will never seek to survive to harm their benevolence, but will kill themselves to achieve benevolence. Let's fight with them!"
"Wait a minute." Yu Sheng stopped them.
He couldn't help his curiosity, "By the way, you always say Zi, who is Zi?"
He is a good man who does not want to take advantage of his immediate surroundings, and he sacrifices his life to achieve justice. For the rest of his life, I feel that it is not like a person said it, but more like a two-faced person who talks about people and tells ghosts.
"Why can you guys say anything? Are you a liar? Otherwise, you are a hypocrite and not like a good person." Yu Sheng said.
It's far different from the one in the previous life.
"Asshole, I once said that a scholar can be killed but not humiliated." The white-faced scholar became angry and threw a flying knife.
Yu Sheng was startled and hurriedly stood in front of his little aunt.
He still remembered the flying knife thrown by the white-faced scholar. He had teleported to dodge just now, but he was still hit by the knife.
"Ah~", the muffled sound of being wounded really sounded in the lobby, so Yu Sheng hurriedly lowered his head to check his body, and saw that the wound was still the same as before.
He touched his head again, fearing that something had hit his brain. The injury and bleeding would be small, but it would damage his high IQ.
It doesn't matter if you lose your IQ, but it won't be worth the loss if your appearance is ruined.
After checking all parts of his body and finding no wounds, Yu Sheng asked strangely: "Hey, who got hurt?"
He raised his head and saw that Ye Zigao and others around him were all looking behind the white-faced scholar, near the entrance to the backyard of the lobby.
Yu Sheng followed their gazes and saw the old beggar's eyes raised, staring blankly at a flying knife stuck in his forehead.
"This..." Yu Sheng looked at himself, standing in front of the white-faced scholar, only three steps away.
Look at the old beggar again. He is still seven or eight steps behind the scholar.
How bad does this accuracy have to be before it can be stuck in the old beggar's forehead when he faces the rest of his life?
"Am I so unlucky?" Yu Sheng thought to himself. He covered his chest and thought, could it be that I just hit the flying knife directly?
The old beggar who had been affected by the disaster finally made a move. He looked straight at the white-faced scholar.
"Damn you..." Halfway through his words, the old beggar fell to the ground with a "pop" and died.
The silence in the lobby was broken. Everyone looked at the white-faced scholar. His companions were not very surprised.
"Accident, accident," the white-faced scholar explained to everyone in a very ashamed tone, "I once said that life is always full of accidents."
"Unexpectedly, uncle, you guys are writing chicken soup for the soul, why are you talking about everything?" Yu Sheng was furious.
At this moment, there were already two corpses lying in his inn. Although they could be resurrected, they couldn't do this kind of business.
What's more, the souls of the old beggar and the man were floating in front of him with resentful expressions.
"You are not allowed to slander me! I will not be as unambitious as you and succumb to cooking chicken soup in the kitchen." The white-faced scholar obviously had some misunderstanding about chicken soup for the soul.
"I just slandered you. How could you do this? A liar, a fool, an idiot, a complete idiot. If you dare to kill someone in my inn, he will have to get out of here!" Yu Sheng stepped forward to catch the murderer.
"Asshole, I once said that people can be killed but not humiliated. Let's see if I don't kill you, you beast!"
The white-faced scholar was also furious. He swiped his hand from his waist and held two throwing knives. He flicked it casually and the first flying knife went out.
Yu Sheng was careful this time and stood still in time to avoid hitting the flying knife.
The white-faced scholar was about to fly out with his second flying knife, "Haha, haha!" There was an earth-shattering laugh, and he stopped his hand in shock.
"Haha, oops, haha", the person laughing was laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe. For the rest of his life, he would know without looking back that the person laughing was Zhou Jiufeng, who heard the beast.
However, he was still startled when he turned around. Except for Aunt Qing and Yu Shiyu who were already behind him, everyone else lined up behind him.
"What are you doing?" Yu Sheng said.
"To avoid harming the fish in the pond." Ye Zigao said. After all, the white-faced scholar's accuracy was so inaccurate that it would be safer to stand behind Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng rolled his eyes and looked back, seeing the white-faced scholar, the eldest brother and the mustache looking behind the fourth sister.
The guest hiding behind the wooden ladder also stuck his head out and looked at the fourth sister's butt.
If the fourth sister felt something, she slowly reached behind her and pulled out a bloody flying knife from the front.
The fourth sister got angry and said, "Can't you fucking yell? Shout?" She kicked and kicked the white-faced scholar.
"I forgot, I forgot." The white-faced scholar dodged and looked embarrassed.
"Haha", Zhou Jiufeng just stopped laughing, Yu Sheng started laughing again, "Did that idiot of yours ever say..."
"Shut up!" The white-faced scholar dodged the fourth sister and took action with the remaining flying knife in his hand, "I'm asking you to slander the son of a saint. Look at the knife. Little Lu's flying knife never fails!"
"Pfft", there was the sound of a knife entering flesh.
Yu Sheng looked at the knife on his chest, then looked up at the white-faced scholar in surprise, "You..."
"You can't believe it?" the white-faced scholar said proudly, "As long as I shout out the phrase 'Xiao Lu's flying knife, there will never be a missed shot', and my knife will fly without fail."
"I'm not asking you this." Yu Sheng took out the knife and threw it on the ground. "I'm asking you, what did you say just now?"
"The son of a saint, the slayer of gods." The white-faced scholar said respectfully.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier?" Yu Sheng took a step forward, raised his foot and kicked me. How could I be scolding myself right now?
Just at this moment, Yu Sheng's stunt was triggered again.
So Zhou Jiufeng couldn't help but admire him, "Now Shopkeeper Yu is getting more and more powerful. His tricky angles and his smooth leg movements are so amazing."
It was indeed amazing. This time the white-faced scholar who fell to the ground heard the sound of broken eggs and rolled on the ground again.
When Yu Sheng came back to his senses, he took a look, awkwardly pulled back his toes, and said to the dumbfounded mustache and elder brother: "Sorry, I'm used to it."