"Brother Guan Dao is not in a hurry to start, and... eh?"
Liu Wenpeng said half a sentence casually, and suddenly realized something was wrong. The scream seemed to be Guan Shanshui...
He turned around suddenly and was stunned.
I saw a large amount of yellow and white stuff splashing like rain. Taoist Guan, who always sells very well, yelled to dodge, but still splashed all over his face.
The stench hit my face.
"I'm so angry!"
Guan Shanshui was shaking all over.
When he took action, he had noticed that the aura of the person behind the wall was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person on the wall, and he didn't care at all.
But they forgot that there was actually a hut behind this wall.
He didn't react for a moment and was stained by filth. He immediately became furious and with a backhand, he was about to kill Li Eryi who was retching and vomiting behind the wall.
"stop!"
Behind the collapsed hut, Liu Qingqing, who had arrived late with a yellow-maned horse, shouted loudly and threw a long sword.
Dang~
Guan Shanshui flicked the long sword with one finger, and shock flashed across his furious face: "Da, eldest young master?"
"Uncle Guan, are you... vomiting?"
Liu Qingqing took two steps forward and suddenly retched when he smelled the stench.
"Qing'er?"
Liu Wenpeng's face darkened and he scolded: "How dare you take action against Brother Guan Dao? Why don't you apologize quickly!"
"Uncle Master..."
Liu Qingqing held her breath and stepped forward, glanced at Li Eryi and the two who were vomiting wildly, and felt a thump in her heart.
He hurriedly handed over his hands to apologize:
"My nephew is also impatient for a while, don't blame me, uncle. These two are the storytellers my nephew invited from the city..."
"snort!"
Guan Shanshui was still angry and was too lazy to listen to so much. He waved his hand and went to wash himself off.
"Mr. Storyteller?"
Looking coldly at Li Eryi, who was lying on his stomach and vomiting violently, Liu Wenpeng's face was gloomy:
"You are too reckless!"
"Father, forgive me!"
Liu Qingqing felt scared for a while.
He ordered people to invite Li Eryi, and he went to the horse farm in the mansion to choose a good horse for him to see off.
But he never thought that his temporary absence would almost kill him.
"Someone is coming!"
Liu Wenpeng shouted coldly, and the yamen waiting outside the door had already hurried over and pushed Li Eryi to the ground regardless of the stench.
"Father, this, this is really a misunderstanding."
Liu Qingqing hurriedly begged for mercy.
"snort!"
Liu Wenpeng didn't even look at him, snorted coldly, and had someone take him to the prison.
Li Eryi was so dizzy from vomiting that he had no energy to defend himself. He felt that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes to meet Liu Qingqing.
"Father!"
Liu Qingqing felt anxious, drew his sword to stop the government officials, and said in a deep voice:
"Father, he is my invited guest!"
"Bastard thing!"
Liu Wenpeng took action against the case.
Liu Qingqing trembled, but still gritted her teeth and refused to retreat.
"You~"
Father and son looked at each other, but Liu Wenpeng's attitude softened:
"Uncle Guan, you are in such a mess today, how can you let this person go? As a father, you want to save his life..."
He knows his son's temperament very well.
He has been rebellious since he was a child. He asked him to study literature, but he only practiced martial arts. He had been hanging out with the Mudlegs for a long time, and he was quite good at being a chivalrous person and fighting against injustices.
If you kill someone in front of him, I'm afraid it will be ugly.
"this……"
Liu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, and when he caught a glimpse of Guan Shanshui with a gloomy face, he had no choice but to agree.
This Taoist Guan had a mysterious origin, but his martial arts skills were very high. Although he changed blood twice, he was no match for him.
I could only sigh and step away:
"I feel aggrieved for now, sir..."
…
The north wind came one night and it snowed heavily again.
The silver shavings scattered all over the mountains covered the tragic battlefield not long ago, and the bloody smell that had been lingering for many days also dissipated.
rustle~
In the wind and snow, several figures looked at the cottage from a distance.
These people may be tall or short, and they are all strong and brave. Even on a snowy day, they only wear short black clothes.
"Ouch~"
The mastiff growled.
"Anything found?"
The scarred face of the former mastiff became happy and loosened the chain.
The mastiff, which looked like a calf, immediately ran away, followed by several people, and not long after, it had reached the wilderness not far away.
"So many corpses..."
Someone shouted lowly.
"There were two groups of people here. One group buried these corpses, and the other group dug them out. The former group may be the arresters mentioned by those lunatics in Liansheng Cult?"
The mustache frowned:
"Who dug the grave?"
"The muscles and bones are all broken. The person who did it is probably not much worse than that Wang Fo Bao! Where did Black Mountain City hire such a good hand?"
The scarred man looked at the heavy snow that closed the mountain with a gloomy expression. No matter what traces there were under the heavy snow, no one could be found.
There's definitely nothing a mastiff can do.
"A monk who can run away can't run away from the temple!"
The mustache "hehe" sneered, but looked in the direction of Heishan County:
"As long as the eldest brother recovers from his injuries, this blood feud will naturally be avenged with blood! This Black Mountain City..."
"Brother wants to take advantage of Black Mountain City?"
Several bandits' hearts skipped a beat and they felt a little weak.
No matter how small a county is, it is still a city. It is different from a village. Not only can it not be defeated, but even if it is defeated, it will inevitably attract an army to encircle and suppress it.
Not to mention, with their small manpower, there is no possibility of plundering the city.
"We alone are naturally not enough."
The scarred man smiled ferociously, and the scarred centipede on his face seemed to be twisting:
"I haven't been idle this month for these fast-moving murderers! There are still a few strong copycats in the Black Mountains!"
"Which companies have agreed?"
Several bandits were surprised and happy.
Montenegro is very big. Although they are called the Thirty Thieves of Montenegro, they are only the most famous among them. There are a few others who are slightly weaker.
"Those rats only dare to plunder these mud-legged people in the countryside. How can they dare to offend the gentlemen in the city?"
The scar-faced bandit sneered with disdain:
"However, when they see the corpses in this village, I won't believe it. They can still hold back!"
"Then who will deal with Wang Fobao..."
The tall, thin mountain bandit was still frightened.
Wang Fobao was seriously injured in Qingzhou, but his boss was still seriously injured and could not get out of bed for several months.
And he was injured twice but he was still fierce and ferocious. In the last prison robbery, they were almost killed.
It was a fluke last time, how could it happen again?
"Wang Fo Bao..."
The scar-faced bandit's expression suddenly darkened.
These days, there was not a day when he didn't want to kill the head catcher, but when he recalled the battle that day, he still felt a little palpitated.
I am far from his opponent.
"He? Of course someone will deal with it..."
The mustache said in a faint tone:
"Not only him, but also this master will naturally have someone to take care of him."
"Third brother, are you talking about the Lian Sheng Cult?"
The scar-faced bandit felt a sudden fear in his heart:
"Are we really going to join forces with those lunatics?"
"Let's wait until brother recovers from his injuries before we talk about everything else. Otherwise, just a few of us can't suppress those strongholds!"
Touching his lower back, his face was as cold as ice and his eyes were filled with hatred:
"Wang Fobao, it won't be long before we meet again!"