Two reward paintings were posted in front of the city wall of Flower City.
One is a slovenly man with a beard, and the other is a young man in green clothes with a straight nose.
There is also a notice posted next to the reward painting.
Anyone who disturbs the peace on the sacrificial day will be executed this afternoon.
Crowds of people gathered in front of the Flower Capital City gate, looking at the notices on the walls and recalling what happened yesterday.
"Yesterday the hero saved us. Now the hero is in trouble. Can we just sit back and do nothing?!" The scholar in blue who was saved by the beggar that day was filled with indignation.
"cannot!"
"No, we can't let the last glimmer of light in Heyun Country disappear!"
"Yes! We must rescue him!"
Under the pressure of the Holy Lord, the people did not dare to show their courage. Now that the spark of resistance to the Holy Lord appears, people cannot sit still and wait for death.
"Folks, go home and get ready, we're going to copy you!"
"Yes! Let the Holy Master know Heyun Guo's bloody nature!"
People's firm eyes were filled with joy, because they knew that He Yun Guo had not fallen, and the general's will had not been lost!
Inside the bag.
The scar on Ye Lan's chest was soaked with countless bandages. Beads of sweat were pouring out. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her pale face showed weakness.
Zhang Zhendong was watching over him, while Xu Hao had already gone out to look for medicinal herbs for treatment.
The bonfire reflected Ye Lan's handsome face.
The thin oval face makes people feel elegant, but the high bridge of the nose and the phoenix eyes embedded under the eyebrows exude the heroic spirit of a man.
"This kid looks so much like Lao Ye!" Sun Biao said lightly to Ye Lan beside the campfire, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
Sun Biao looked at the hundred-napak sky and recalled the scene of him and Ye Hanqing lying drunk on the battlefield.
A white light flashed, and the mouth of the bag slowly opened.
"There is a reward for you two in front of the city gate!" Xu Hao walked in panting.
"Reward? I killed everyone? Where did the reward come from?" Sun Biao was puzzled.
Seeing the doubts on Sun Biao's face, Xu Hao also felt a little helpless, "I didn't know that you two went there."
"Let's go! Zhendong, accompany the master to see what's going on!"
After saying that, Sun Biao stood up, picked up the two ancient green-glazed knives, hugged Zhang Zhendong, and prepared to walk out of the bag.
"Are you stupid? If someone sees you, you can't be hacked to death?" Xu Hao said angrily, and then threw two pieces of coarse cloth to Sun Biao.
"Cover up, don't let people look at you two."
The two of them covered their faces and walked out of the bag.
The crowd inside the city wall of the Flowery Capital has long since dispersed, and two figures slowly walked towards the city wall.
"Don't tell me, you still painted a handsome picture for me!" Sun Biao pointed at his reward order and chuckled.
Zhang Zhendong patted Sun Biao, who was immersed in narcissism, and pointed to the notice next to the reward order.
Sun Biao looked at the notice and was extremely puzzled, "How can you be punished for disturbing public order? Why is the Holy Master so timid like a rat cub?"
"Master, would you like to go and have a look?"
"Let's go and see what's going on!"
The bonfire in the central square of Flower City has long since been extinguished, replaced by a cold execution platform.
The execution platform was already overcrowded.
The stinger on the stage read out the executioner's crime.
The beggar on the execution platform was tied up with five fingers, and his wrists and ankles were handcuffed with breathing stones.
The two tall stingers behind him looked out of place with the beggar's skinny body like a bamboo pole.
Sun Biao lit a cigarette, stretched his neck like a carnivorous deer, squinted his eyes, and looked at the beggar on the execution platform.
Lin Heng! Centurion Lin Heng! Sun Biao recognized the beggar on the execution platform. The corners of his mouth kept twitching. He remembered the scene yesterday when he rushed back to the warehouse without support troops, and then he suddenly realized.
"Zhendong, you go back later, Master has to save him." Sun Biao's eyes revealed ferocity.
Before Zhang Zhendong could react, Sun Biao left the crowd and walked towards the butcher shop next to the square.
The owner of the butcher shop looked at the execution platform and did not notice Sun Biao in front of him.
"Boss, please lend me the knife."
The boss looked at the man in front of him, whose face was covered with a coarse cloth, with doubts.
Before the boss could speak, Sun Biao had already disappeared in front of the shop, and the knife on the chopping board had long disappeared.
"Start the execution!"
After the stinger in front of the execution platform read out the crime, the beggar was pressed onto the guillotine. The sunlight reflecting off the guillotine was extremely dazzling.
The crowd was surging and could no longer hold back, and the sound of clashing iron tools could not be heard.
"Folks! Come on!"
With a shout from the crowd, various iron tools were raised above people's heads.
Hoe, rake, sickle, hammer...
People rushed to the execution platform with their "guy stuff".
The people in front of the execution platform surrounded the stinger who read out the crime, and the rest of the people rushed to the execution platform, preparing to rescue the beggar.
"A bunch of rabble!" The Stinger jumped down from the execution platform and slammed the mace in his hand to the ground. In an instant, a terrifying crack appeared on the ground.
I thought this would scare the people living under the execution platform, but the crowd showed no intention of retreating and instead rushed towards the execution platform even faster.
"Damn! Do you want to die?!"
After saying that, Stinging Man took the Gu Pill, his body size skyrocketed, red Kun Qi lingered around his body, and the mace in his hand emitted a dark red light.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the mace hammer hit hard, stirring up the soil around them. The crowd was scattered in all directions, and the people at the front were already bloody.
"Come on! Is this all you can do?"
The stingers in the audience kept shouting, and the people were even more angry when they looked at the corpses under the mace.
"We can't let them die in vain, come against me!"
The strong man in front of the crowd shouted, and the crowd cheered up again, clenched their weapons and charged again.
A cold light flashed, and a figure instantly appeared in front of the crowd.
"Who do you think you are!" Sun Biao yelled
The butcher knife in his hand stabbed straight out, and the stinger's neck was dripping with blood.
Before anyone could recover, the stinging man in front of them fell to the ground.
When the beggar on the stage heard the figure's cry, a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Old...Sun!"
"Old Sun, why are you still alive!" the beggar shouted
"Are you surprised? Wait, I will come to rescue you right away!"
Sun Biao tapped the ground lightly with his toes, like a flying crane, and jumped directly onto the execution platform.
The stinger holding the guillotine was startled and then dodged.
Sun Biao stabbed straight at him. Seeing that the stinger couldn't dodge, he raised his mace with both hands in an attempt to resist.
Bang! The two weapons collided, and the air became a little quieter.
The butcher knife in Sun Biao's hand flashed with green light, and the muscles in his right arm surged, and a huge sense of oppression hit the stinging man.
Bang! There was another loud noise, and the mace in the stinger's hand was directly shattered by this blow, and metal fragments flew into the sky.
"Die to me!"
Sun Biao swung the butcher knife in his hand, changing from a straight thrust to a horizontal slash.
Powerful sword energy mixed with Sun Biao's anger rushed out.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the corpse of the stung man in front of him separated.
The other stinger was already surrounded by the crowd, and he was swinging his mace rapidly in his right hand, screaming in agony wherever he went.
The common people took the weapons in their hands and stabbed the stingers left and right in front of them, but they could not hurt the stingers at all.
The armor on Stinging Man's body was extremely hard and could not be pierced by ordinary weapons. Looking at the ignorant people, Stinging Man raised the corners of his mouth with contempt in his eyes.
"It's just you? You're just a struggling ant, still trying to conquer a giant elephant?"