Nanshan Town.

Located in this town in the south of the city, there are shops and stalls selling cloth and textiles everywhere.

However, most shops and stalls are locked in close contact, and there is no longer the bustle and noise that used to be.

In recent years, the court's taxes have become more and more heavy, and commercial taxes have been overwhelmed. The glory of the past has left only traces.

Wei He walked along the street, lowered his head and wrapped most of his head and face in cloth. He hurriedly put his clothes on his body and changed them to the most common gray linen cloth.

During these days, he did not rely solely on the third senior brother Cheng Shaojiu to inquire about the news about Chen Biao and the other two.

After a few careful follow-ups, he got the address of Chen Biao and the other two.

He lowered his head and passed a broken bamboo pole for drying clothes, and Wei He soon came to a short and broken yard.

The yard door was half open, and inside, a woman was blushing and carrying her packed luggage and leading a boy who was only a few years old.

The woman was a bit pretty, but the tears on her face and swollen eyes showed that she was in a very bad mood at this time.

With the boy, the woman looked at Wei He's outfit, lowered her head and didn't close it, and left quickly.

Wei He knew this person.

It was Chen Biao's daughter-in-law Shan Ju, and there was a famous widow nearby before passing the door.

"Who is outside!" Chen Biao's voice came from the yard, a little confused.

Wei He pushed the door open and entered the yard.

In the middle of the yard, Chen Biao was tied with a gray cloth bandage on one of his arm, and there were still some blood soaked out. He was sitting on the steps in front of the inner room.

"Chen Biao, when I heard that you were injured, I rushed over immediately." Wei He smiled.

"You? Are you..." Chen Biao stood up in confusion.

He wanted to say something behind him, but suddenly he felt a confused look in front of him and was scattered with a handful of white dust on his face.

ah!!

Chen Biao waved his right hand randomly, trying to block possible attacks.

Wei He kicked Chen Biao's lower abdomen, picked up a hoe from the corner of the wall, and smashed Chen Biao's head several times.

Bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!!

Putting away the hoe, Wei He didn't even look at Chen Biao, who was silent on the ground, turned around and left the yard, and pulled the door with his backhand.

Then, without saying a word, he walked away quickly with his head wrapped around.

I left Nanshan Town and walked to the small river between the town and the town, and sat between a piece of weed.

He was breathing heavily.

Everything was as planned from the beginning, and it was going well. The injured Chen Biao had no power to resist, let alone he sprinkled lime in advance.

I have simulated it so many times before, but it is much easier than I imagined to start.

Chen Biao, who was imaginingly strong and intimidating, was finished without even humming after he made such a move.

‘I... no one saw me when I was in and out, and I kept my head covered, and he didn’t call me a name in the middle. Only the widow, Shanju, saw me, but she shouldn’t see my face.’

Wei He shook his hands, took off the gray cloth from his head, took off his coat, and flipped it over to cover the blood spot on it.

‘I don’t know how Chen Biao was? If you put it on with such great effort, it should be...’ Wei He didn’t think about it any longer.

Although this world is really rare and ordinary, some corpses can be dragged out from the ditch in the city.

Outside the city, corpses are often eaten by wild dogs, and wild dogs are lured and eaten by others.

But the difference is that this time, Chen Biao may really die, and it is at his own hands.

Wei He kept taking deep breaths and constantly adjusting his physical condition.

‘Chen Biao has been staring at his second sister Wei Ying, and often does kidnap jobs. He almost stole the money I learned martial arts before. If he doesn’t die, his second sister can’t feel at ease.

So, I am eliminating harm for the people. I am right, right."

Wei He kept finding reasons for himself, but in fact he knew it in his heart.

Originally, he really planned to destroy Chen Biao instead of killing people.

But when he really started to do something, his mind was blank and his whole body burst out, for fear that Chen Biao would call his name out of his mouth.

In order to prevent him from making a sound, he subconsciously smashed his head, but after hitting him five or six times, he realized that he was too heavy to take action.

Thinking about it now, he had his head covered, and probably he couldn't tell who he was at all.

‘And the hoes made of cooked iron were smashed with my current strength of 80 kilograms of stones... and they were all hitting their heads...’

Wei He actually knew in his heart that Chen Biao must be out of hope.

He was not worried about the government because the government was completely indifferent now. There were dead people inside and outside the city every day, and various crimes were committed every day, but the officials in the yamen were like blind and deaf.

Ignore it at all.

‘So...this is killing...’ Wei He's hands were still trembling, but he knew he had to adapt.

In such an era, if a person is not cruel, he will not be able to survive.

He doesn't want to die, so he can only let others die.

It took him a long time to stand up.

Turn around and walk towards the town.

Not long.

Chen Biao's other follower's residence is in a small bungalow.

Wei He walked in without expression, and soon he had a little blood on his hands and walked out again.

I was a little scared when I did it the first time, but after getting used to it for a while, I was not so nervous.

Next was the third place, Chen Biao's second follower's residence.

It was a small dirt house located between two towns.

When Wei He arrived here, it was almost dark.

The earthen house is empty and there is a wasteland.

There were a lot of dried corn poles piled outside the house.

Wei He walked to the door and knocked gently.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

It was quiet. There was no sound inside.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

He knocked on the door again and waited.

After waiting for a while, there was still no sound inside.

After thinking about it, he walked to the window and looked inside through the crack of the window.

This kind of earthen house is generally not so closed, with large gaps. You can see what the scene is inside by getting closer.

Wei He vaguely took advantage of the sky to see a person lying on the bed in the room.

He is a man wearing a short black jacket.

‘Someone.’

He walked back to the door, looked around, and saw that there was no one around.

Then he took a few steps back, rushed forward hard, and kicked.

Bang!

This kick easily kicked the broken wooden door of the earthen house.

He has been training for more than half a year and his strength is no longer the thin and weak man he used to be.

Now his figure is almost the same as Chen Biao, who once made him nervous, and his strength is probably the same. One or two people may not be able to hold it.

The door was kicked open, but there was still no sound inside.

Wei He was puzzled and stood at the door and looked inside with caution.

"Zhao Deli, get up." He said.

The man on the bed didn't move, as if he didn't hear it.

The room was filled with an unpleasant stench, as if some meat had rotted.

Wei He's expression changed slightly, and there was a vague guess.

He approached and reached out to pull the person on the bed to take a look.

A pale face with only skin and bones left appeared before his eyes.

The two eyes on his face were shriveled, and there were no moisture, and there were tiny black bugs crawling in and out of his nostrils.
To be continued...