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Chapter 84 Murder (Seeking first submission)
--who!

All the perpetrators turned around at the same time, even the leader, who didn't care about the tender white lamb in his arms, turned his head to see what this thing that had broken in was.

As a result, everyone only saw an ordinary face.

The other person was wearing a long robe and looked at the scenery inside the room with a hint of surprise on their face.

"Excuse me, but what kind of film are you shooting? This subject matter is a bit too intense."

There was no cruelty, no righteous indignation; it was as if they were simply people who had stumbled upon this place by mistake.

Seeing this, the perpetrators breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, one of the henchmen immediately began to hurl insults.

"Where did this little bastard come from? So blind! Daring to interrupt your grandpa's good time, I'll teach you a lesson today!"

But just as they were about to swarm forward, they were suddenly interrupted by their leader.

He tossed the woman in his arms aside, looked at the ordinary face of the man at the door, suddenly took a step back, cupped his hands in greeting, and cautiously asked.

"May I ask who you are? What is your purpose in coming to us in the middle of the night?"

The other person just smiled.

The leader frowned slightly.

"...Master Demon?"

The other person shook his head.

"Is that the Ghost Lord?"

The other person shook their head again.

"Which gentleman from the county town is that?"

This time, he didn't even shake his head; he just smiled.

The leader did not dare to make any rash moves. He looked at the other person's clothes and sized him up for a while. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he grinned.

Then came a burst of wild laughter.

"His clothes were simple and dusty, and most importantly, he didn't have a trace of the luster of a 'Tai Sui' (a type of ancient Chinese medicine), and his straw sandals were almost worn out. He looked like some refugee who had just arrived in the city—damn, I almost fell for your bluff!"

This person has a very keen eye.

The young man opposite him—naturally, Zhou You—blinded himself upon hearing the voice, glancing at his clothes before chuckling to himself.

Without a water source for washing, and after all that running around, his blue robe was so filthy that its original color was unrecognizable. Combined with his dusty and muddy appearance, apart from being a bit burly, he really looked no different from the other refugees outside.

"But this does remind me that I really should change my clothes, otherwise tomorrow..."

Before Zhou You could finish his mutterings, one of his henchmen shouted again.

"Boss, this guy interrupted your good time. What should we do with him, brothers? Break his leg, or—"

Unexpectedly, the boss rejected the proposal outright.

It's not that he's kind-hearted, but...
The man grinned maliciously, baring his teeth.

"He's just a refugee. Since he's so blind to want to be a hero, let's grant his wish and find a place to bury him."

"Anyway, we've killed a lot of people lately, old people, women and children, one more or one less won't make a difference."

Zhou You did not answer, but the old Taoist priest in the package showed a strange smile.

He opened his mouth and silently uttered a few words.

—A bunch of idiots, courting death.

As the constables approached, they played like cats catching mice, not in a hurry to make a move.

But at this moment, Zhou You suddenly laughed.

The smile was perfectly ordinary, revealing no ambiguity whatsoever.

"I'll ask you one more time, are you sure you want to do this?"

A burst of laughter erupted instantly.

"You little brat, who do you think you are, still asking your grandpa about me—"

The words have not yet fallen.

The next instant, a flash of cold light appeared. One of the constables felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked down and saw that a dagger was deeply embedded in his stomach.

Then, the hand holding the dagger twisted gently.

The biting cold penetrated deep into his internal organs, and in an instant, the constable's eyes rolled back and he collapsed, his body convulsing, clearly beyond saving.

This was Zhou You's first time killing someone, but for some reason, he felt no fear whatsoever.

As the Yin Ghost Feeding the Bait chant circulated naturally, amidst layers of Yin energy, not only pain and pleasure seemed to vanish, but even emotional fluctuations appeared to disappear.

It took the constables four or five seconds to react.

Then, a clamor and roars arose.

"He killed Han Qiao!"

"Damn it, this guy's going for the kill!"

"Everyone grab your weapons and kill him!"

Looking at the chaotic scene of the yamen runners, Zhou You's face remained expressionless.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, and when he looked again, he had already rushed into the crowd!
He gripped the dagger in reverse, the blade flashing like a firefly, and in the blink of an eye, another person's throat was slit!
Only then did the yamen runners draw their broadswords.

Several sharp blades slashed down at the same time—

But it didn't touch anything.

In those few seconds, someone had already slipped away.

--too weak.

Zhou You, who had silently broken free of the encirclement, shook his head.

Compared to the strange and inexplicable abilities of Bai Lu Tu Xu, and the boundless power of the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva, these ordinary yamen runners now seem like children playing house.

They couldn't even compare to that wolf demon—at least its speed had really startled Zhou You back then.

Zhou You shifted his feet slightly and in the blink of an eye, he circled behind another constable. The blood-stained dagger went from bottom to top and pierced the man's throat.

Blood gushed out like a spring, pouring onto the blade, and faintly, one could hear the sound of sips!

That's Zhou You's personality.

Evil must be eradicated. Since the other party deserves to be punished, and since I have already decided to take action.

Then
—Leave no survivors!

After these three men died, more than half of the yamen runners were already maimed.

At this moment, the leader finally pulled up his trousers and picked up the long knife that he had just thrown aside.

He immediately drew his sword—but by then, Zhou You had already killed another person!
The leader's eyes widened in fury.

He wasn't worried about his brothers' deaths—they were just a few lackeys, and he had no real feelings for them—but the more people died, the less power there was to stop this god of death.

However, misfortunes never come singly.

Upon seeing the leader stand up, Zhou You didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately chose to speak the truth.

In an instant, all the constables saw was a sea of ​​blood; all they could smell and see was thick, sticky blood!
Several breaths later, the scene faded from view, but what followed was Zhou You's blade, which he was about to pull from the chest of the last constable—

But the leader was not angry; on the contrary, he was pleased.

Perhaps the last person's struggle was too fierce, because Zhou You's dagger got stuck for a moment.

This single move was enough to allow the leader's sword to strike first even though it was launched later!

The long sword fell with a piercing whistling sound, its target Zhou You's throat. Zhou You had barely managed to pull out his dagger, and seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he made a foolish move.

The opponent actually raised his arms, attempting to use his own body to resist the sharp edge of the iron blade!
"idiot!"

The leader sneered.

He was known throughout the county for his immense strength, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to sit in this position. At this moment, he could almost see someone's arms about to be cut off like dry twigs.

The blade pierced flesh, accompanied by a spray of blood, and then—

Why can't I cut it in?

(End of this chapter)