Chapter 142: How much is a human life worth two silver coins?
In the courtyard.
After a hard fight, He Ziang finally couldn't hold on anymore. After all, there were seven people facing him, and he was just one person. At the moment when He Ziang panicked, the strong man punched He Ziang in the Dantian, and He Ziang took three steps back.
Then it slowly stopped.
"I'm offended!"
Before He Ziang could stand firm, another strong man appeared behind him. He raised his leg and kicked it across the air, hitting He Ziang firmly on the shoulder.
"Gudong!"
He Ziang couldn't stand still for a moment. He knelt on one knee, held the sword in his hand, and put the sword into the ground for three points.
"Sir, you are not our opponent, so why bother?" The strong man at the front frowned and looked at He Ziang on the ground and asked.
"I must take this person away today!"
He Ziang shouted, stood up slowly, put the private room across his chest, and rushed towards the strong man again.
"Then we won't be polite."
The strong man clasped his fists slightly at He Ziang. The strong man knew that He Ziang's identity must be extraordinary, so he didn't use much strength from the beginning. However, since He Ziang was so determined to change, the strong man had no choice.
He Ziang took three steps and two steps, and in the blink of an eye he rushed to the strong man and struck out with a palm. The strong man took two steps back. The cold light of the sword in He Ziang's hand flashed, and a red wound appeared on the strong man's body.
The strong man touched his belly, then glared and punched He Ziang on the head.
"You are so vicious-hearted, then we will be merciless!"
The strong man shouted, and then they all rushed towards He Ziang, running towards He Ziang's body to greet him mercilessly. He Ziang was beaten back almost instantly.
In fact, there are no fancy moves in the competition between martial artists. It basically relies on the strength of one's body. Whoever has stronger fists will be more powerful. It's that simple.
Just when He Ziang was about to lose his ability to resist, a person suddenly appeared in the yard.
I saw that the man was very fast, and rushed to He Ziang's side almost instantly. He reached out to support He Ziang, who was about to fall. He Ziang turned back blankly, and then exclaimed: "Master, why are you here?"
"I'm still worried." Wei Baihe smiled slightly, turned to look at the strong men, and directly pulled out the scimitar from his back.
"Who are you?"
The strong man could tell just by looking at Wei Baihe's aura that this man was no ordinary martial artist.
"The person who wants your life!"
Wei Baihe shouted with a dark look, and then rushed towards the strong man's position.
He Ziang is a fourth-grade martial artist, and Wei Baihe is actually only a third-grade martial artist. The gap between the two is not big from this level, but it is not the case, because the third-grade martial artist is the true top-grade martial artist.
The middle-grade martial artist is a martial artist who is below the fourth grade and is above the sixth grade. The low-grade martial artist is a low-grade martial artist.
It's a truth.
In the blink of an eye, Wei Baihe rushed in front of the strong man. Before the strong man could react, Wei Baihe raised his leg and kicked the strong man hard on the chin. With a wave of the big knife in his hand, he directly hit the strong man.
Han's body was split in half, and blood spurted out, dyeing the flowers and plants in the yard red. This may be the difference in strength.
The other strong men saw that Wei Baihe was so ruthless in his attacks, and that he was just rushing to kill people, so they were a little hesitant about whether to rush forward. At that moment when they were hesitating, Wei Baihe moved again.
The figure flashed and appeared behind a strong man. He struck out the heart with a black tiger move and directly penetrated the strong man's body.
He Ziang sat on the ground and looked at Wei Baihe and the strong men who fell one after another in the yard. For the first time, He Ziang felt that his master was so cruel. He simply killed people without blinking an eye, and his attacks were also quick and accurate.
Wei Baihe, who was covered in blood, seemed to be no longer his master, because he had never seen Wei Baihe kill someone so cleanly and neatly.
Everything happened too suddenly. All seven strong men fell to the ground, and their deaths were extremely miserable.
After Wei Baihe finished killing the people, he slowly walked to He Ziang's side and asked softly: "Where is Ling Shiqing?"
"Inside the house."
He Ziang pointed at the room where Ling Shiqing was. For some reason, He Ziang felt that Wei Baihe seemed to be a different person at this time, and even the breath on his body became particularly cold.
Wei Baihe glanced at He Ziang indifferently, frowned and said: "How many times have I told you, there is no need to be merciful when facing the enemy, just kill if you can."
"Disciple has learned a lesson!" He Ziang nodded quickly when he heard this, then got up and ran towards the room where Mrs. Ling Shi Qingqing was.
…
In the room, Madam Qing stretched out her white jade-like fingers and gently pushed open the window. A strong smell of blood rushed to her face. Madam Qing just glanced at the messy yard outside, and then closed the window.
Then, he lightly fanned his nose in front of his nose and whispered: "This smell is really unpleasant."
"Sister, what should we do?" Ling Shiqing knew that the people outside were dead. After all, Ling Shiqing could still hear the sound of the fight very clearly.
"Okay." Mrs. Qing gently patted Ling Shiqing's little hand, with a smile on her face that Ling Shiqing couldn't understand.
"I'll go out and take a look."
When Mrs. Qing saw Ling Shiqing silent, she stood up and ran out the door.
"Sister, don't go!"
Ling Shiqing stretched out her hand and grabbed Madam Qing's skirt and exclaimed.
"fine."
Mrs. Qing replied with a slight smile.
Ling Shiqing tugged on Mrs. Qing's skirt and bit her lip. She was silent for a long time and then slowly let go of her hand.
…
Mrs. Qing moved her lotus steps lightly and slowly walked out of the room, just in time to see Wei Baihe and He Ziang's master and apprentice who had just barged in.
"It's really good skills. Seven fifth-level martial artists were killed in the blink of an eye." Madam Qing leaned at the door and smiled charmingly at Wei Baihe.
"Your Excellency, Wei Baihe, I have admired Madam Qing's name for a long time. Please forgive me for offending you."
Wei Baihe stopped, bowed to Mrs. Qing respectfully and shouted.
"Wei Baihe." Madam Qing played with the ends of her hair, twisted it into a slight circle, and said with a smile: "Master Wei is really good at martial arts. He really scared the little girl like me."
Wei Baihe looked at Madam Qing expressionlessly and said nothing.
"Forget it, since you killed the servants in my house, shouldn't there be an explanation?" Mrs. Qing's expression changed and she looked at Wei Baihe and asked.
"One life, five hundred taels of silver, a total of three thousand five hundred taels for seven people. I will definitely give it to you someday." Wei Baihe replied very directly.
"Oh, this is a suitable deal." Mrs. Qing smiled and nodded, and then said: "In that case, I will exchange these slaves for gold, and I will not lose. If nothing happens, the little lady will not
I’ll accompany you two.”
After finishing speaking, Mrs. Qing turned around and prepared to walk into the house.
"Mrs. Qing, have you forgotten something else?"
Wei Baihe frowned and shouted softly.
"What else?"
Mrs. Qing slowly stopped and the expression on her face became serious.
"There is a woman in your house, I have to take that woman away."
Wei Baihe shouted in a low voice.
When Mrs. Qing heard this, she smiled faintly, waved her sleeves, turned around and looked at Wei Baihe and said: "You killed people in my house today, which made me very unhappy. Now you want to rob people in my house, Master Wei."
,Are you being a little too overbearing by doing this?"
"Mrs. Qing, that woman is the daughter of our city lord of Le'an City. We just want to bring her back to Le'an City. We have no other intention. We also hope that Mrs. Qing can make it convenient." Wei Baihe knew that Mrs. Qing's identity was unusual.
, so she spoke very politely. After all, she is definitely not an ordinary brothel woman who can support such a large Fengya Pavilion.
"But she doesn't want to go back with you now, and this person was entrusted to me by Mr. Li. If Mr. Li doesn't come back, I won't let him go."
"Mrs. Qing, what you said means that you will never let me go no matter what, right?" Wei Baihe frowned and looked at Mrs. Qing and asked.
"Yes!" Mrs. Qing nodded slightly.
"Then don't blame Wei Mou for being rude."
Wei Baihe roared and slowly took out the long knife behind him.
"The little lady wants to see how you can be so rude." Mrs. Qing smiled lightly.
"How offending."
Wei Baihe gave a soft drink and then rushed towards Madam Qing's position. Madam Qing saw Wei Baihe's intention and instinctively wanted to use her skills to resist. But at this moment, a man in black suddenly appeared on the wall of the courtyard.
man,man in black
He shook his head slightly at Madam Qing. Madam Qing was facing the man in black, while Wei Baihe and He Ziang had their backs to the man in black, so Madam Qing could see the man in black, but Wei Baihe couldn't.
The next second the man in black disappeared.
Mrs. Qing knew that the man wanted to tell her not to reveal that he knew martial arts.
Wei Baihe stretched out his hand and pinched Madam Qing's fair neck. Madam Qing really did not choose to resist, because Madam Qing knew that Ling Shiqing was not worth exposing her martial arts. Once it was revealed that she knew martial arts, the entire Fengya Pavilion would be shocked.
There was danger, so Madam Qing did not choose to take action.
"I thought you knew martial arts." Wei Baihe looked at Mrs. Qing and smiled.
"Do you know who I am?" Mrs. Qing looked at Wei Baihe pretending to be frightened and shouted.
"No matter who it is today, I must take that woman away." Wei Baihe gritted his teeth and replied, turning his head and giving He Ziang a look.
"If you offend me, you two will not be able to leave Yangzhou City. Do you believe it?"
At this time, Mrs. Qing's neck was already slightly red. She bit her lip and looked at Wei Baihe in a low voice and shouted.
"Whether you can leave or not is not up to you. I know that your wife Qing has many old friends in Yangzhou City, but this woman is the daughter of our Le'an City Lord. If you want to deal with us, then you have to deal with us.
In the entire Le'an City, I think even if the lord of Yangzhou City comes today, he won't make things difficult for us?" Wei Baihe asked with a smile.
Madam Qing was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that Wei Baihe would shamelessly move Ling Shiqing's father out at this time. Indeed, if Wei Baihe's statement was followed, the two of them were just helping Le'an City.
There is nothing wrong with the city lord getting back his daughter. Even if the city lord of Yangzhou City comes, he won't say anything. This Wei Baihe seems to be a bit more cunning than he thought.
The internal force in Mrs. Qing's body was constantly moving. Although she tried to hide it repeatedly, Wei Baihe still felt it.
"Mrs. Qing, you seem to be good at martial arts?" Wei Baihe asked with a smile.
When Mrs. Qing heard this, she glared at Wei Baihe angrily.
"But don't worry. If you do it for our convenience and let us take Ling Shiqing away, I will naturally not make it inconvenient for you. After all, I am not in the mood to offend a master in the soul control realm." Wei Baihe said with a smile.
"You can actually feel that I am in the Soul Controlling Realm?" Madam Qing asked in surprise.
"You guessed it." Wei Baihe slowly let go of Mrs. Qing's neck, and then continued: "It's really curious that a master in the soul control realm is willing to be an oiran in this brothel."
Mrs. Qing gently rubbed her neck, then looked at Wei Baihe and said, "You can take me away, but if you tell me about my martial arts skills, I won't make it easy for you."
"Don't worry, I'm not someone who is looking for trouble. Moreover, if we take Ling Shiqing away, we won't harm her. We will just send her back to the city lord's palace." Wei Baihe nodded lightly.
In fact, the moment Wei Baihe knew that Madam Qing knew martial arts, Madam Qing already knew that she might not be able to keep Ling Shiqing today. After all, Ling Shiqing was far less important to him than her own identity.
It is far less important than Feng Ya Pavilion. Madam Qing could see Li Longqian in danger without helping him. Now that it is Ling Shiqing, Madam Qing will naturally not be impulsive.
At this time, Ling Shiqing was in her room.
Ling Shiqing held the dagger prepared by Ling Yuanzhou for her in her hand. She looked at He Ziang with tearful eyes and shouted, "If you take another step forward, I will kill you myself!"
"Shiqing, why bother? Li Longqian is dead, why are you still waiting for him in Fengya Pavilion? You'd better go back with me." He Ziang looked helplessly at Ling Shiqing who was hiding in the corner.
Advise.
"Whether he dies or not has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with you whether I wait or not." Ling Shiqing stared, her voice was hoarse, and her appearance made people feel distressed.
"You, what do you think you are doing?" He Ziang took a step forward.
Ling Shiqing used her strength to draw a blood mark on her own body with the dagger. She stared at He Ziang and shouted, "Try one more step forward!"
"I won't move, so don't get excited." He Ziang quickly stopped and stretched out his hand to shout to Ling Shiqing.
Ling Shiqing looked at He Ziang with particularly determined eyes. If she was taken away by He Ziang today, it would be better to die, so Ling Shiqing had already made up her mind.
As for He Ziang, he was also afraid that Ling Shiqing would do something stupid when he was impulsive. After all, if he really forced Ling Shiqing to death, it would be difficult for Ling Yuanzhou to explain.