Zheng Puguan's face was already cold and he could no longer see an angry look, but when the yellow-toothed man fell into the well water, his face still twisted slightly.
This yellow-toothed man is very dirty.
In addition to the blood that made the clear well water instantly turbid, his clothes were covered with oil stains, as if they hadn't been washed for many years.
He also has body odor, which cannot be concealed by the smell of dry tobacco.
Especially when he died in the well water, and the filth in his organs floated out in the water, Zheng Puguan suddenly felt very disgusted.
This was the first time he had such a strong feeling.
He only felt his stomach twitching, and he felt a strong disgusting, and he wanted to vomit.
He had killed many people before, and walked by pools of blood and filth, but for some reason, when the clean well water washed his body, such a person was killed by him and soaked in the well with him.
He would feel this strongly when he was in the water.
A man holding a shoulder pole is not far away.
He recognized the yellow-toothed man.
The man with yellow teeth is named Ren San.
He is usually an annoying person. He often steals and even secretly slaughters other people's dogs and eats dog meat.
This man also wanted to join the army to win some fame, but his health was not good, and he also had a strong body odor, so he was beaten down every time he recruited soldiers.
He usually carries some dyed cloth near the dyeing workshop, and the neighbors and people in the dyeing workshop are not willing to pay attention to him.
When Ren San fell into the well water and died, the man holding a shoulder pole actually didn't feel much sad, but he was a little scared and his legs were weak.
But when the shouts of "Let you wash" before Ren San died came to his ears, for some reason, the man holding a shoulder pole had a hot eye socket and his chest seemed to burn.
"My grass!"
He also screamed.
He shouted and rushed towards Zheng Puguan.
Zheng Puguan was feeling strongly disgusted at this time.
With a snap.
His shoulder pole actually hit Zheng Puguan's head.
Zheng Puguan's body stiffened.
He looked up at the man holding a shoulder pole.
The man holding a shoulder pole also froze all over.
He didn't expect that he could really hit the other person's head with a shoulder pole.
Zheng Puguan swung his sword and slashed it away.
His head was a little numb at this time, and his body was still in a strong sense of nausea and vomiting.
He just wanted the man holding a shoulder pole to die.
The man with a shoulder pole was a little stiff all over his body died.
His belly was cut open all at once.
Looking at the organs and blood flowing out of his stomach like a waterfall, the man holding the pole did not feel pain, but felt shocked and a sharp cold body, and then he fell down ahead.
Bang!
He also fell into the blood-stained well water.
"damn it!"
Before he died, he looked at Ren San's body and felt that he was really unhappy to die in the same pool as this stinky man, but the next moment, he suddenly felt relieved, and suddenly used up his whole life.
The last strength cursed, "You're so mad!"
"You're so mad!"
With his yelling and scolding before his death, more of the same yelling and scolding began.
"I still want to wash!"
"Are you washed white?"
Zheng Puguan jumped up from the well water.
As soon as he jumped up, several men came over with wooden barrels.
The barrels are full of viscous dyes.
These dyes were sprinkled in the air, and Zheng Puguan's body was covered with these dyes.
The moment he just came out of the water, he still seemed a little clean, but now, his whole body is dirty again.
Wow!
Zheng Puguan suddenly vomited.
Because someone behind threw all the smelly eggs and duck eggs over.
He vomited violently, unable to breathe, but he couldn't spit out anything. He only felt the sour water rolling in his throat, making him feel like his throat was burning.
"You're so mad!"
The strong men who were carrying wooden barrels splashing dye continued to rush over. They picked up the things around them and smashed them on Zheng Puguan's head and body.
Then they died.
Zheng Puguan's sword in his hand was swung hard, and fatal trauma appeared on the bodies of them, and their organs were cut open.
A coachman who had just guarded the car outside the dyeing workshop used to whip Zheng Puguan with a whip of horses, and then he died.
A man who looked like a wealthy businessman threw the jade he was playing with towards Zheng Puguan's forehead, and then the jade appeared on his forehead, and he also screamed in a shrill voice.
More than a dozen strong men took the pot lid, the tabletop and other objects at the same time, but the things in their hands were unable to block the long sword in Zheng Puguan's hand.
They fell down one by one and died.
Blood is more gorgeous than dye.
A large amount of blood flowed along the ground and fell into the three wells.
The well water in the three wells became bloody.
More people in the distance smashed bricks and slapped them with bamboo poles.
Suddenly another cook shouted and rushed up with a kitchen knife.
This chef is very fat and he is breathless when he runs.
He rushed up with a kitchen knife, giving people the feeling that he would fall down at any time.
This is no different from dying.
A sound of it.
The kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground.
A bunch of blood spurted out from his throat.
He fell down and died.
He was indeed sent to death.
But everyone suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at Zheng Puguan and the sword in his hand.
The seven-foot long sword in his hand was broken.
A piece of sword body fell to the ground together with the kitchen knife.
Everyone's eyes fell on the broken sword he was still holding.
The broken sword's sword is full of curly mouths, and there are already big gaps in some places.
boom!
Suddenly, a tsunami-like cheer broke out inside and outside the dyeing workshop.
"You're so mad!"
"Dead ghost fetus!"
"Being stabbed!"
The cheers were yelling and scolding, and the sounds slapped on Zheng Puguan like a substance.
At this time, the people in the dyeing workshop, as well as those outside the dyeing workshop, and even those who had opened the door further away, were very proud.
Even at this point, all of these people understand that their behavior is like sending death.
But they are still very proud.
Because after Zheng Puguan entered the city and now, he rushed to the place but stopped.
And the sword in his hand was broken here.
And he was vomiting.
At this time, the people in the streets and alleys couldn't say anything bold, but just used the simplest swearing words they were good at and cursing this person.
They also knew that the sword in Zheng Puguan's hand was just taken away. He broke the sword and could still grab another one.
But they now firmly believe that even if they die, the sword in Zheng Puguan's hand will be broken. The sword in Zheng Puguan's hand will be broken, the skin on his body will be broken, and the bones on his body will be broken.