Infinite travel starting from violet

Chapter 105 Can anyone kill me?
Sister Ling opened the door.

The person outside the door is Zhengji.

He was accompanied by several villagers, the same people who guarded the village yesterday.

And at their feet, there was a corpse.

"what happened?!"

"Ling, Sister Ling... I killed someone." Zhengji's face was a little ugly.

"This man was walking towards the village. We told him to stop, but he didn't listen, and he was chopped off by Zhengji."

"Why is this...what if he is the guest of Mr. Gao Feng of Weiming Country?"

"Guest?" Lu Ye asked.

"Yes, Mr. Gaofeng said recently that he will send people here to help deal with the bandits." Sister Ling said.

The villagers turned the body over on the ground.

It was an old and unmodified face, with a yuedai hairstyle, and the long hair around the side was messy.

Not only that, but the clothes on his body were also worn out, and the ribs on his chest were clearly visible.

"As far as this virtue is concerned, no matter how you look at it, you are just a warrior fleeing for your life?" someone said.

"But I haven't heard of any war around here."

But Lu Ye stared at the man's eyebrows, feeling familiar.

What's with this damn sense of déjà vu?

When I look back, I must ask Xiaobai...

"Um... um..."

People who were supposed to be dead actually made voices.

At Sister Ling's request, the injured were carried into the house.

After bandaging the wound on his arm, the old man woke up and scanned the people present with his cloudy eyes.

"I'm really sorry, Samurai-sama, now I don't know when the inner government will call, and strange things have been happening in the village recently, everyone is very nervous."

The old man was leaning against the wall, leaning on the knife, without speaking.

"Sister Ling, you are so stupid." Zhengji glanced at Lu Ye, "It's fine to let these two foreigners live here, but you still take in such a down-and-out warrior..."

"I can only do some simple healing. Fortunately, the wound you cut is not deep."

"What, it's just a minor injury?" Zhengji was taken aback, "I obviously exerted myself a lot!"

"Fortunately, you are a timid person." Sister Ling said.

What a cold old man, Lu Ye made an evaluation in his heart.

No matter what he said, the old man always kept silent.

But the thing that can prove that he was born as a human is probably the gurgling sound coming from his stomach.

Otherwise, it is completely a piece of wood.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Warrior, there's still some porridge here." Sister Ling scooped up the porridge from the pot.

"Sister Ling, is it possible to do this?"

Zhengji couldn't understand, why should he be respectful to such a down-and-out warrior?

A warrior without a lord is like a lost dog.

As long as there is strength, anyone can kick a few feet without fear of retaliation.

"Zhengji, the villagers said that the warrior didn't have a sword in his hand at all, but you cut him."

Zhengji paused.

Indeed, at that time the old man's steps were very flimsy, shaky, and there was no threat, but he seemed to come to ask for help.

So the other villagers didn't do anything, but Zhengji saw that the old man didn't listen to dissuasion, so he chopped it down with a knife.

He was too nervous at the time, so naturally he didn't think too much about it.

Zhengji was speechless.

The old man took the bowl and ate it bite by bite with chopsticks.

"Doesn't he like talking?" Violet asked.

"Probably, since there are chatterboxes, there are people who don't like to talk." Lu Ye said.

At this time, there was another hasty knock on the door.

"What are you doing, the door is about to be knocked down!"

"No!" A young man's voice outside the door was eager, "The group of wandering warriors have gone down the mountain!"

"when?!"

"At noon, the villagers who went to the mountain to pick wild vegetables were cut down, just near the river upstream."

Zhengji was taken aback, and then picked up the knife.

"Sister Ling, I have to go."

"Hey, it's too dangerous!"

"I can't help it. Mr. Gao Feng's soldiers are taking turns to guard. It is impossible to let those guys come to the village!"

"It's okay, we have Master Ashinaru Yatomaru who came to visit Gaofeng-sama Dojo!" The young man said.

Zhengji hurriedly stepped out of the room, and turned around as if remembering something.

"Hey, you guys, hurry up and leave after eating!"

"Who are they? Is it okay to just let them go?" asked the accompanying person.

"It's okay, it's just a traveler and a bad old man, very weak!"

Zhengji said casually, and left the thatched cottage with the young man, and ran to the upstream river.

In the room, the child sucked his fingers and stared blankly at the old man who was eating.

The old man glanced at the child and gave him a piece of sweet potato in the bowl.

The child was very happy, and took the sweet potato and ran to Sister Ling's arms to eat it.

Sister Ling had a sad face: "What should I do... all the fathers have gone to the battlefield, and now even Zhengji..."

She looked at the child in her arms, "Sooner or later, this child will..."

Suddenly, the knife on the ground made a slight sound, and it was picked up.

The old man put down the bowl and put the knife on his waist.

"Are you leaving?"

"I'm full, thanks for the hospitality."

After leaving this sentence, the old man walked out of the room without looking back.

Lu Ye glanced at the old man, and then said to Sister Ling, "Let's go out for a walk too."

"Then, be safe."

Sister Ling watched them go away.

Is it an illusion?

I always feel that the three people are going in the same direction... in the same direction.

……

With a clean cut, it was pulled horizontally.

"Wow!!"

The man spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Master Yatomaru, Yatomaru!" Zhengji was dumbfounded.

I thought that with the existence of this "Wei Mingliu" master, it would be absolutely no problem to deal with a few savages.

But unexpectedly, just after two moves were fought, the stomach was cut open horizontally.

"What, what should I do?"

The accompanying youth stared at the wandering savages in fear.

The so-called wandering savages are actually similar to ronin.

It's just that the former is not a samurai, while the latter has served someone before.

"Do you want to run?" Zhengji held the knife tightly.

"I'll be killed, it's up to the few of us..." The villagers who came to stop the savages had already started to shrink back.

The wildlings laughed maliciously.

They are unkempt and thin, but they wield their knives with full viciousness.

They didn't take Zhengji and the others seriously.

It's just some villagers, and the combat experience alone has opened up a big gap.

"How many were killed?"

"Three, there are four more of them, let's kill them all together."

"No, I won't let you go to the village!" Zhengji raised his knife.

"Oh hoo, that's right, there are only a few of you left, is there anyone hiding nearby?"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and deal with these, and go to the village to see if there are any young women in a while, hehe..."

Facing the approaching savages, Zhengji swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

To be killed—the thought lingered in his mind.

He is not some superb swordsman, just an ordinary man who picks up a knife to protect the village.

"Sister, I'm sorry...but at least one person must be dragged on the road."

Suddenly, the eyes of the savages passed Zhengji.

Three figures approached from a distance, walking towards this side, getting closer and closer.

"Hey... so there are helpers?" The savages raised their knives.

And Zhengji also saw the appearance of those three people clearly, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Among the three, the one who walked in front was an old man.

He slowly drew the knife from his waist.

"It's been a long time since there is some meaning to the confrontation. Can anyone... be able to kill it?"

　Sorry, fell asleep last night...forgot to post...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)