He never expected that this little brat would break into his house in the middle of the night without returning to the city.
At the same time, there was a thump in my heart, as I was afraid that this kid had already heard what he just said.
"I can't believe that at this old age, the old patriarch still wants to rebel."
Yang Yu slapped the old guy's face with his scabbard, making a 'snap' sound:
"Rebellion will kill the nine tribes!"
Yang Yu felt scared for a while.
If he hadn't been suspicious, guessing that this old guy was related to the Liansheng Cult, and sneaking back to take a look, he would really have been tricked by this old guy.
This old guy rebelled, and if he succeeded, he would not let him go. If he failed, he would punish someone like him among the nine tribes.
"me……"
Yang Baotian's face turned red, and his eyes were full of anger and aggrievedness, but he still whispered to please: "Xiao, Xiaoyu..."
"Okay, this is not the place to talk."
Yang Yu was too lazy to say anything, so he grabbed the old guy who weighed less than eighty kilograms, turned around, and disappeared into the night.
The Yang family manor was in chaos. Yang Yu moved quickly and left the manor easily.
Yang Qi, who returned in despair, found that the old guy was missing and went crazy for a while, but that was another story.
…
Wow~
Yang Baotian woke up slowly by the bushes near the stream. Just as he was about to get up, he heard bursts of rustling sounds.
He held his breath and looked quietly.
In the darkness of night, Yang Yu was carefully sharpening a knife by the river. The moonlight shone on the surface of the knife, reflecting a cold light that made him panic.
"Little beast..."
Yang Baotian's heart trembled and he gritted his teeth.
He never imagined that a little beggar who was no more than sixteen years old would have such courage.
What's more, I didn't expect that this little beast would be so vicious. He would kidnap himself after taking his own money.
"Among the various types of death penalty, Lingchi is the most severe, followed by skinning, thirdly five punishments, and finally, beheading and beheading..."
Listening to the sound of the night wind, Yang Baotian broke into a cold sweat.
Only then did he remember that this kid learned the knife skills from the old executioner...
rustle~
Yang Baotian's liver and gallbladder were split apart, and he felt the sound of sharpening the knife like a ghost urging him to die. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't move.
"Those who conspire against him will be punished in every possible way."
Yang Prison suddenly turned around:
"Old patriarch, which one do you choose?!"
"ah!"
Yang Baotian felt that Yang Yu's eyes were like those of an evil spirit. He screamed, yellow liquid flowed out from his crotch, and he became incontinent.
"You, don't come here, don't come here!"
Seeing Yang Yu coming with a knife, Yang Baotian roared:
"I, I still have gold, I, I still have acres, acres, all for you, all for you!"
"I ask, you answer!"
Yang Yu paused, pulled away the blade, and looked at Yang Baotian condescendingly:
"If you hesitate for a moment, I'll cut off your fingers. If you hesitate for ten seconds, I'll chop off all your limbs!"
"I, I, I answer, I answer!"
Yang Baotian narrowly escaped death and was sweating profusely. He felt that he had never been so embarrassed and frightened in his life.
Yang Prison walked a few steps in, his face expressionless.
The bones of a small country squire like Yang Baotian are not only comparable to those of bandits, but are much inferior to those of ordinary people.
On weekdays, they are always bossy, but in fact, when faced with danger, they are the first to kneel down.
But, this is too intimidating.
"When did you join the Lian Sheng Cult?"
"Ah~"
Just as Yang Baotian was about to hesitate, he saw the blade of a knife striking his face. He immediately shouted in fear: "One year, one year ago!"
This kid really dares to kill me!
Feeling the warmth and sting on his face, Yang Baotian lowered his head, as if he had accepted his fate.
"Who is the person in charge of Liansheng Cult?"
"Vice-pilot, I, I really only know him as the deputy-pilot!"
"What's in the prison?"
"We don't know about the co-pilot at all. He only said that it is not difficult to find..."
"Besides you, who else is there?"
"Several people in the inner city have all had contact with the Lian Sheng Cult, but they are still hesitant..."
"Is the disease in the outer city related to the Lian Sheng Cult?"
"No, I don't know. I only know that no one in the Lisheng Cult has contracted the disease..."
"Is the Lian Sheng Cult going to rebel?"
"No, I don't know. Ah, I really don't know. Maybe, maybe?"
"A few months ago, someone was following me. That person was sent by you, right?"
"This...ah!"
With a scream, Yang Baotian rolled on the ground holding his right hand and roared in reply: "Yes, it's me, I sent him!"
Yang Baotian almost collapsed due to the severe pain he had never felt before. How had he ever suffered such a crime?
Seeing the light of the sword rising again, he suddenly collapsed:
"Yes, it's me!"
"It's me, I'm the one who ordered Wang Liu! But I have no choice. If I can't find that thing, my son will die. I have no choice."
"Please, please spare my life!"
Yang Baotian burst into tears, everything was over.
"Your son's life is life..."
Yang Yu looked at the knife in his palm, his eyes were cold and his tone was low: "My life and my mother-in-law's life, isn't it life?!"
"No, no, don't!"
As if he noticed something, Yang Baotian stepped back repeatedly, struggling to escape.
But how can it be as fast as Yang Yu's sword?
Tsk~
The light of the sword suddenly appeared and then disappeared.
Yang Baotian fell on his back, clutching his throat and growling: "Ho ho!"
"Kill me and the Liansheng Cult will not let you go, no!"
"If I let you go, who will let me go?"
Yang Yu whispered to himself.
He's just inexperienced, but he's not stupid.
Under such circumstances, how could he let this old guy go?
There may be trouble if you kill him, but if you don't kill him, won't there be trouble?
Chichi~
Yang Yu pulled out his sword again and picked up the dead branches and leaves on the ground to cover Yang Baotian.
Immediately, a ray of fire exploded into a ball and enveloped the entire body.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
Yang Yu stood by the stream, looking at the blazing fire with twinkling eyes.
He also wants to abide by the law, but how can this be allowed in this world?
For a moment, Yang Yu was in a trance.
I felt that this fire burned not only Yang Baotian, but also himself, who had lived in poverty for twelve years and was determined to uphold the law.
Bang bang bang~
Suddenly, loud applause came from the forest.
Yang Yu suddenly turned around, holding the knife in his hand.
In the shadows, the man in white, who had been chased and escaped, stepped out step by step and walked over.
But compared to before, he looked embarrassed. Under the tattered white clothes, his chest hair dripping with blood almost covered his neck and thighs.
At first glance, it looks like a black bear with a hairless face.
"Wang Wu?"
Yang Yu felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. This big man's blood energy was so strong that the two of them could feel the heat hitting their faces even though they were several feet apart.
"Pooh!"
Wang Wu opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood:
"Call Fifth Master!"
Yang Yu frowned slightly, wondering about the identity of this big man.
"Haha, hahaha!"
Wang Wu glanced at the blazing fire and couldn't help laughing:
"Killing people and setting fires! You, the government servant, did it because you insisted on it!"