Chapter 11: Mortals are like worthless things, with the intent to kill
The sergeants outside quickly surrounded the market. The sound of drawing swords sounded one after another, forming an impenetrable encirclement in a short time. The shining sword light shone even more under the noon light.
Everyone was completely panicked and ran away. Some people even ran towards the sergeant, trying to force him away. You know, when fear reaches the extreme, they will often take more extreme actions.
The next moment, a low sword sounded, but the low voice carried a sense of bloodthirsty oppression.
What stunned everyone was that a human head with eyes still wide open fell to the ground with a bang, and his body was still running outwards. He ran for a few steps before slowly falling to the ground, and his body
, was escaping outside the encirclement,
An atmosphere of panic spread among everyone. How could the people in this cozy town have ever seen such a bloody scene?
"Ah!" A female vendor finally collapsed mentally and couldn't help but hold on to the wall beside her and retched.
The man who had just drawn the knife curved his lips and walked straight towards the female vendor. The knife in his hand was dripping with blood, showing an evil and coquettish look in the market.
Where the crowd dared to stop the man, they all made way for him. The man curled his lips and quickly walked to the female vendor. The woman looked panicked and knelt down in front of the man, holding on to the man's legs.
Kowtow, "I was wrong, I was wrong... I was wrong, I never dare to do it again, I was wrong, please don't kill me..."
While crying and begging for mercy in a panic, the man ignored the woman, raised his hand and put the blade of the knife on the back of the woman's neck. The woman trembled all over, as if she had lost her strength, and fell to the ground. Tears kept falling from her face, dripping on her face.
On the ground, the sound of sobbing was extremely harsh in the market at this moment, but no one dared to stand up.
The man looked at the crowd. Everyone had their heads lowered, as if they were afraid of suffering the consequences of the fish in the pond. He couldn't help but sneered, "It's no wonder that you are a low-class country."
A cold light flashed through his eyes, "I don't like hearing your voice."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to swing his sword down,
"enough!"
Suddenly, a clear voice came from the crowd, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth. He looked at Su Changge who was being avoided by the crowd and was isolated.
Su Changge finally stood up. His character would not tolerate him cowering behind. The man was about to speak.
"Chen Xu, do it."
An extremely cold voice came from outside, and then, a golden figure appeared at the door of the market.
Su Changge only felt a stab in his eyes. When his perspective became clear, he realized that it was the general on the city gate. The golden armor all over his body seemed to be hard to look at in the sunlight. The man named Chen Xu nodded quickly and waved his hands.
, and suddenly the soldiers outside brandished their swords and rushed towards the entire market.
Heads fell to the ground one after another, and in just a few breaths, a massacre was unfolding before Su Changge's eyes. He could only feel that his hands were shaking, and his whole body was trembling. He froze on the spot and was hurriedly escaped.
But how could a group of helpless people be the opponent of well-trained soldiers...
Only when the old vendor who gave him meat just now was kicked away, then a cold light flashed across, blood splashed on Su Changge's face, and even splashed into his mouth,
There is a fishy smell and a hint of sweetness. It is disgusting, but there is an inexplicable pleasure rising deep in my heart...
The old man fell directly to the side, knocking away Su Changge who was still in a daze. Su Changge trembled all over, looking at the old man with a trace of resentment in his cloudy eyes, and his innate unwillingness to die, ferocious.
There was a touch of complicated emotions on his face, and finally it fell into silence. Su Changge's heart trembled when he saw this look.
He staggered up and looked at the people on the ground who had lost their lives. A sharp voice brought him back to reality.
"Do you think you are really the savior? You are just a little brat! It's okay if you don't come, but now you come, you still want to run away under the eyes of the military master? Look at your poor appearance, ouch, you are so unlucky.
, and you killed so many innocent people, you are really a sinner for the ages, you have brought shame to our ancestors...!"
The storyteller was looking out with a touch of disdain, squinting at Su Changge. Su Changge looked at the soldiers who were gradually surrounding him. The storyteller's words of "eternal sinner" kept ringing in his ears.
"Am I... wrong?"
There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he looked at everything in front of him with confused thoughts.
Shouldn't I save Qingran? Shouldn't I want to practice cultivation? Shouldn't I save my grandmother who has passed away?
No! It’s up to me, I’m right.
When firm thoughts emerged from his mind, a warm current slowly emerged from around his body, just like the warmth in the body after being injured in the forest.
Not only that, a hot feeling came from his abdomen, and his eyes suddenly showed a crazy look. The next moment, Su Changge let go of the hairpin he had been holding in his arms, and suddenly raised his head and stared at the people in front of him,
After scanning slowly, he finally settled on the general. He slowly pulled out the long sword from behind, pointed it straight forward, and said coldly: "Who are you?"
But the storyteller took the lead and said in a strange tone: "Is the military master's name something that an ant like you can know? You..."
Before he could continue speaking, Su Changge glanced at him. The coldness and murderous intent in his eyes made him stop speaking. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. He twirled the hem of his clothes with trembling hands, nodded and bowed.
He bent down and ran behind the general, not daring to look at Su Changge again.
The general remained calm, his face still cold, and he even answered Su Changge disdainfully, "Take it."
…
The old man in the sky is watching the market. In the world that others cannot see, which represents the aura elements of heaven and earth, crimson waves of murderous intent gradually become restless, and they gather from all around to the market.
The old man looked at the growing murderous intent around Su Changge, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "What a murderous intent, such a heaven-reaching murderous intent. With a mortal body, he can control hundreds of feet of murderous intent."
However, the old man soon fell into deep thought. He couldn't look away from Su Changge's face for a long time and murmured: "Why, this child gives me a familiar feeling."
…
Su Changge looked at the soldiers getting closer and closer, recalling the passing of Uncle Qi, the desperate massacre of everyone, and Luo Qingran's unyielding attitude at being manipulated by fate.
Without him noticing, endless and unyielding resentment was gathering on him from the crowd around him, and wisps of misty air appeared above his head.