Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 115 The Dead Bodies

"The knight-errant who specializes in heroism?"

Whether other people believe it or not, anyway, the remaining big men in the lobby would not believe that, because the knight-errant would help others when they saw the evils, but this person aimed to kill them. Mowing, mowing, what he mowed were their lives.

The soldiers who fought in the battlefield and pledged allegiance to the country were actually described as wild gra.s.ses in the mouth of these people.

"What do you want to do?"

"Stand still!"

"I will fight with you if you come over!"

"It's better to fight for our lives than being caught without resistance. There was no coward in the Ye Army. Let's hack this b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"

Knowing that they wouldn't be released anyway, the remaining six big men screamed and rushed toward the strong man in fur coat. Everyone was red-eyed, gritting their teeth and waving their swords in anger. However, it could be clearly seen that before the knife was stretched out, there was no skill but many flaws in their movements. Maybe even the person holding the sword had no confidence in himself, just seeking the peace of mind and doing the last struggle.

Naturally, no one in the lobby sympathized with these big men. It was common that the robbers encountered with some strengthen guys in the warrior's world. If that truly happened, they could only blame on their bad luck.

It was like these merchants, when they were robbed, there was no opportunity for them to fight back as well, they could only use money to avoid disasters.

They should have a sense of death at any time if they want to live on killing.

The only two special people could perhaps be Red Bean and Ye Que.

Holding a cup of wine high, Red Bean cheered unexpectedly. "Good job, kill them all!"

"You dare to rob my silver. Have you lost your mind? If I hadn't been feeling sick now, I would have killed you with my umbrella, it would be my turn to kill you, not others."

While shouting, Red Bean also drank the wine unrestrainedly. "That, the one who wears a fur coat, don't leave your mercy. In the story, it was said that if you kill the robbers, you will be a hero, you will be a good man."

"Here is to you!"

After drinking a few cups of wine, Red Bean shouted more vigorously, it seemed that the effect had come up.

Sitting next to her, Ye Que did not move or cheer. Firstly, these people were indeed robbing the shop which had no controversy about it, and they were also impolite to Red Bean; secondly, they were not skillful enough so that being killed by others, this did not obey the rules. Since now Ye Zhengru had been dead and the Ye Army probably had been controlled by someone else, although Ye Que had guessed that this group of people was soldiers of Ye Army, it was unreasonable for him to pry into the business.

Who cared?

Everyone lived on their skills.

Life and death were determined by the G.o.d.

As long as they couldn't get rid of him, then he would let it be. The more you interfered in other businesses, the more dangerous you would be. Who could guarantee that you were the strongest? This group of 'robbers' or 'deserters', when they entered this wine shop, they certainly couldn't imagine that there would be such a powerful character here and they would die here.

One vs six.

No one at all saw him show his weapon, he just took their lives with only two fingers, during which there was no internal force flow of a martial artist, nor there seemed to be a True Energy fluctuation of a pract.i.tioner, he was just like relying solely on physical strength.

In the observation of Ye Que, this person's cultivation base was the Starburst Realm at the worst, and he was also a rare body cultivator who did not refine Qi, write spells, ride with the sword or learn the formations, but only refine his own body and improve his body as a magic weapon. If the refining was not good, it would always be the Coc.o.o.n and the Impenetrable Defence of the martial artists. If the refining was good, when the cultivation base was upgraded to the Formless Realm, a body cultivator could fight against two Qi pract.i.tioners with the attack power alone.

This strong man in fur coat was walking on a cultivation road which was easy to enter in but difficult to go out.

Obviously, this person was already going to finish his apprenticeship that his movements could reveal his master's talents.

Within a second, the six big men were all died in the lobby.

More than a dozen big men broke into the wine shop and robbed, then they all died and fell into a pool of their blood after a quarter.

The strong man in a fur coat looked at the dead bodies on the ground, rubbed the b.l.o.o.d.y index finger and the middle finger on the fur coat casually, and then looked up at the whole scene. All the people being looked were subconsciously lowering their heads. He could kill half a room of people in a short time, even he was a knight-errant, his heart was cruel enough. Whoever dared to get into trouble at this time would be paid attention and killed.

No matter how many people died, no one would care in such a place like the You Prefecture North.

The Emperor was far away, and the law simply could not cover here.

Except for one more glance at Ye Que, the strong man did not move any more, but left an interesting smile. Then he turned around to lift the curtain and left the shop.

As soon as he left,

long sighs of relief could be heard clearly in the lobby.

This meal was full of troubles.

They suffered a robbery and watched a b.l.o.o.d.y fight. Some of the merchants did not finish eating. When they saw the blood on the ground, they rushed to the side to vomit immediately. When people were nervous, they felt insensitive. At this time, when they relaxed, naturally they were unbearable. After all, there were more than a dozen lives. Who dared to say that they had no feeling at all?

In fact, the waiter was the most distressed.

With no reason,

Not only his business failed, but also he got into big trouble. Although the guests were safe, how about the dead bodies on the ground?

"Notifying the local government?"

"Fixing it myself?"

Whatever it would be a little troublesome. If you wanted to notify the local government, how could you explain the cause of their death? Killed by your guests? What about the murderer? Who was that? Where did he come from? Where had he been now?

No question could be answered.

Who could guarantee that the murderer had no connection with your wine shop? Was it deliberately murdering for money?

You said that these people on the ground were robbers? They were robbing the shop? However, after all, they had not succeeded in the robbery. Even if they were guilty, you should first report to the government. Only the government had the right to deal with robbers. The civilian had no enforcement power and the right to arbitrarily kill others.

if thinking it in detail, their sins were not enough to lose their life.

Even if they really robbed the money from you, they would be locked in prison. It was not a capital offense.

But if let the waiter handle it himself, it would be even more troublesome.

He even did not know where to bury the dead body. He couldn't just throw them directly into the mountain, it was not feasible. It was even a huge project for the waiter to carry all these dead bodies out.

The waiter looked at the merchants in the shop with an embarra.s.sed look on his face and took the courage to go to the most charitable fat man. He said embarra.s.singly, "Sir, are you in a hurry?"

Just after vomiting, the fat man's face was still pale. He waved his hand and said, "I'm not in a hurry, is there something wrong?"

"Then, can you help me? Let's carry these people out together. If they were still put in the shop, it's, it's..."

The waiter did not explain it clearly, but everyone knew what he meant.

"Carry the body?"

"I..."

"Urgh!"

When the fat merchants heard the request of the waiter, before he could say the following words, he immediately squatted to the side and began to vomit.

At this time, the dozens of bodies which died on the ground suddenly changed. There were black flames somehow began to raise from the wounds.