Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

Pei Shuo and the others were in a rather miserable state when they were driven out of the market town. There were more than a dozen musketeers pointing their black muzzles at them, which frightened Uncle Li so much that he dared not stay any longer.

They all knew about muskets. These things were powerful, but expensive, and only the imperial court could afford them. This was the first time Pei Shuo had seen such an organized musket team. He once again felt incredible about the Chen Trading Company and Chen Changfan behind it.

These people are just villagers from a small place like Qingshan County. I heard that Chen Changfan was just a fisherman who could not even afford to eat before. How could he have such a big fortune now?

Could it be that there is actually a gold mine on Xiaofeng Mountain?

Otherwise, the speed of this rise would be too fast.

Their leader Huo has been operating in this market for many years. Once the Chen family's trading company came, the number of customers in their market was reduced by half.

Pei Shuo felt uneasy at the thought of having such a competitor just across the street from him.

"In terms of force, I can't defeat them. In terms of business, they seem to have quite a bit of experience, but in terms of calculation, I'm still better..."

"Young Master, you are still too young." Uncle Li chuckled at the side.

Pei Shuo was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Uncle Li was still smiling. Pei Shuo was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became uglier and uglier.

"He was just holding on!"

Pei Shuo suddenly realized what was going on and turned around to rush back, but was stopped by Uncle Li.

"If you go over there again this time, I'm afraid your father will come and collect your body."

Pei Shuo's face looked grim.

He had clearly calculated everything.

The poisoned wine was an open conspiracy, difficult to crack no matter what. But no matter how much he planned, he never expected that Butler Shen would drink two pots of poisoned wine to defend his so-called boss.

It's like an old man eating arsenic - he thinks his life is too long.

Pei Shuo suddenly thought of a very serious question.

"If I'm in trouble, who among you is willing to take the bullet for me?"

No one responded.

A trace of resentment suddenly flashed across Pei Shuo's face.

This bunch of useless bastards, not one of them is willing to die for me?

It's no wonder. Pei Shuo can sacrifice one of his men to set up the trap today, but it might be his turn tomorrow. Who would really be willing to serve such a beast?

Pei Shuo's face darkened.

It would be more accurate to say that he was jealous rather than resentful. What kind of magic power did Chen Changfan have that could make his subordinates willing to die for him?

It was obvious that Chen Changfan was not at the scene just now, so what was the guy surnamed Shen trying to do?

"Uncle Li, I don't understand."

This was the first time that the young master felt such a strong sense of frustration, and he found it difficult to accept it for a while.

Uncle Li said nothing, but just quietly quickened his pace.

"Stop talking and run away."

"I'm already running!" Pei Shuo was a little breathless, "But I still don't believe that someone would dare to chase me out in the street and kill me."

Uncle Li sped up a bit more, "Believe it or not, if you run any slower, you'll probably lose your life."

"Uncle Li, are you cursing me to death?"

Uncle Li shook his head and looked behind him from time to time. Since a while ago, he had been feeling a strong sense of crisis that was getting closer and closer to him.

"You should be thankful that he wasn't in the market just now, otherwise you might not be able to leave the market."

Pei Shuo remembered what Uncle Li said yesterday. He said that the warrior who killed people with a knife was no less powerful than himself.

A fourth-level warrior.

He thought again of the tragic sight of the two headless corpses yesterday, and felt a chill on his back.

"Uncle Li, we'd better leave quickly. I'm afraid that if that person catches up with us, we won't be in trouble..."

Uncle Li sneered and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed.

A voice that seemed to come from the underworld sounded behind everyone, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Everyone looked back in horror, only to see the pedestrians on the street suddenly fleeing in panic, and at the end of the long street, a faint green light suddenly lit up.

Uncle Li's expression froze as he watched the green light sweep across the long street like the wind, sweeping straight towards this side.

His pupils shrank as he saw a fierce figure carrying a long Miao knife on his shoulder, which was emitting green flames.

The man also had a blood-red scimitar hanging from his waist, and the bright red blood seemed to be oozing out.

Even from a distance, he could feel a powerful force of energy and blood, as well as an overwhelming rage that was difficult to suppress.

"It's Master Chen!"

Someone recognized him and cried out in fear.

"Looking at how vigorous his energy is, I guess he was the one who made the move yesterday."

Uncle Li stopped. Facing a warrior who was suspected to be of the same level as him, it was useless to run away. It would be better to fight on the spot. Perhaps he could gain some advantage.

"What are you guys still standing there for? Go stop that guy!"

Pei Shuo kicked his dumbfounded subordinate and cursed loudly.

Seven or eight men gritted their teeth and, although extremely reluctant, still drew their weapons and charged forward.

Chen Changfan had the magic talisman on his leg and was activating the Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada. He reached the distance of dozens of meters in an instant. Seeing these seven or eight people rushing towards him, he didn't even blink, and grasped the slender Miao Dao and slashed it diagonally -

The green flames brutally tore apart the bodies of those people, and for a moment, broken arms and limbs flew everywhere, and blood fell like rain.

Killing people in the street scared the people out of their wits and they quickly ran away. However, Chen Changfan did not slow down at all. He went straight through the bloody storm and came straight towards Li and Pei.

"Uncle Li, run! This Chen guy is too cruel!"

Seeing the other party kill several people instantly after a single encounter, Pei Shuo was already terrified and had only one thought in his mind, which was to escape as quickly as possible.

"Run away! Go back and get help quickly. I'll hold him off first!"

Uncle Li's face was gloomier than ever before, and it was obvious that he realized that the person was very troublesome.

"Okay! Uncle Li, you must hold on!" Pei Shuo turned around and ran without any hesitation.

"Sir, please stay! That's the Young Master of the Fire Sect. Please show some mercy!"

Uncle Li's voice came from behind, obviously stopping the man surnamed Chen.

"I'll lift your mother! I'll lift your mother's coffin!" Chen Changfan cursed, and then swung a knife.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Li’s face immediately darkened.

"How dare you insult me, you're courting death!"

He took a step forward, clenched his five fingers like a beak, and golden light appeared on his fingertips. He actually grabbed the Miao Dao fiercely.

The trained physique of a fourth-level warrior, combined with the five-finger grappling technique, is already comparable to a divine weapon.

Keng!

The next moment, Miao Dao was clamped by Uncle Li's hands, and the dark green blade flame also stopped.

Before Chen Changfan could draw his sword, Uncle Li lowered his left shoulder slightly, twisted his arm with great force, and with the huge burst of force, he actually broke the slender Miao sword directly!

Although an inch longer is an inch stronger, the slender blade of the Miao Dao is also destined to lack rigidity.

Chen Changfan had never expected that the middle-aged man in front of him could actually catch the blade with his bare hands and break it with incredible speed. He was obviously a martial artist with extremely rich combat experience.

Uncle Li seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact, his palms felt as if they were being pierced by thousands of needles, and even though he tried his best to control himself, his hands were still shaking slightly unconsciously.

"What a strange knife technique! My body is clearly intact, but it hurts as if both my hands have been chopped off."

Uncle Li was secretly shocked. He tapped his feet quickly and retreated quickly, putting some distance between him and Chen Changfan.

Spider-web-like cracks had already appeared on the bluestone slab where I had just stood.

"What a pity, my butcher dog."

Chen Changfan threw the half-broken Miao Dao, which actually went straight towards Pei Shuo, but unfortunately was stopped by Uncle Li's quick eyes and hands.

Chen Changfan was not angry even though the sneak attack failed. The quality of the Miao Dao could no longer keep up with his current strength. It was a weapon that would be eliminated sooner or later.

Not to mention the Miao Dao, even the blood-red scimitar at the waist, or even the Mo Dao of the Mo Dao Sect, are somewhat unable to meet their own needs.

He was extremely strong and thought the scimitar was too short and the ink knife was too thin, because they made it difficult for him to exert his full strength.

If possible, he would like to try the ink knife in Yue Lingfei's hand. The ink knife gave him a feeling of familiarity.

Although he felt disgusted in his heart, he still picked up the scimitar. After all, the bloody scimitar was the strongest weapon in his hand.

It happened so quickly that it happened in a flash. It was only a moment from the time the Miao Dao broke to the time Chen Changfan changed his sword. The two sides fought again, and the collision of swords and fists made a sound like metal, and even sparks flew.

Although Uncle Li's defense seemed to be impenetrable, he was actually in great pain. Although every time the knife hit him, it only left a flesh wound, the pain was like a maggot in his bones that could not be shaken off, and his expression gradually became distorted due to the pain.

"Mr. Chen, we can put aside our previous grudges. We can also discuss the matter of you stealing our city registration. As long as, as long as you are willing to stop..."

"If you ask that bastard young master to bring his head to me, I might stop."

"So there's nothing to talk about?"

He was responded by a sharp flash of a knife.

The scimitar finally broke through Uncle Li's defense and cut a big gash in his chest, but it was extremely difficult to penetrate even further.

Chen Changfan felt as if he was cutting stone. The warrior's skin was too thick.

Although it was a minor injury, Uncle Li felt a sinking feeling in his heart. The opponent's offensive did not slow down at all, and even seemed to be getting braver as the battle went on. He was gradually unable to withstand it.

But his goal was not to fight to the death, he just wanted to delay the opponent and buy time for Young Master Pei to escape.

After crossing the third level of tendon refining, it is the fourth level of bone refining.

Even if he stood there and let the other party chop him, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to cut off his body or limbs. As long as the injury was not this serious, it would not be fatal to a warrior.

While the two were fighting fiercely, Pei Shuo had already run to the end of the long street, but his legs still couldn't stop going weak.

Although he was also a martial artist, he neglected to practice on a daily basis and had been spending all his energy on women for years, so his body had long been depleted.

"This won't work. I'm afraid we'll be caught up sooner or later."

He looked around and suddenly a look of joy appeared on his face.

There happened to be a man walking by at the entrance of the alley, leading a horse. Pei Shuo chased him from behind and stabbed him in the back when he was not prepared.

The man collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, mumbling as if begging for something.

"Don't...don't hurt my son..."

Pei Shuoli ignored him and jumped onto the horse, kicking it hard in the belly. The horse was frightened and ran away wildly.

Whoa whoa whoa!

Suddenly, a baby crying was heard on horseback.

Pei Shuo picked up the swaddling clothes with a look of disgust, and then threw it down as if it were garbage.

The baby rolled around on the ground for a few times, leaving a long trail of blood, and the crying stopped abruptly.

Passersby glanced sideways, unable to bear to look.

Tatata!

Lao Wei and his companions finally arrived on horseback, and just in time to see this scene, Lao Wei's teeth were almost broken, his eyes wide open, "Chase him and hack him to death!"

When everyone saw this scene, they wanted to pounce on Pei Shuo and eat him alive, so they all rode their horses and chased after him.

"It's just two worthless lives, why do you care so much about it?" Pei Shuo sneered, and then he rode his horse and charged into the streets with a lot of pedestrians.

Several people were knocked to the ground and the street was in chaos.

The people were in a panic and fled with their heads in their hands.

The pursuers behind him were gradually left behind because they were concerned about the pedestrians.

In addition, Pei Shuo would shoot out arrows from his sleeves from time to time, and the shooting angles were tricky and vicious, making the pursuers behind him miserable.

"Hahaha, you can't catch me, right? You're too soft-hearted and timid, and you'll accomplish nothing! Come and kill me if you dare!"

Pei Shuo strung the arrow in his sleeve while making sarcastic remarks with an extremely proud look on his face.

When the soldiers saw this beast making sarcastic remarks from a distance, they were so angry that their faces turned red, but they could do nothing.

"Where's Wei Tou'er?"

When everyone came to their senses, they realized that Lao Wei was gone. They didn't know whether he was dispersed by the crowd or shot by a hidden arrow?

"You bastard, grandpa is here to take your life!"

With a loud roar mixed with a slight breath, Old Wei rode his horse out from a side alley and blocked Pei Shuo's retreat.

"You...you actually took a detour here quietly?"

Pei Shuo was shocked and annoyed. How could this group of untouchables from a small place, who had clearly only been in the county town for a short time, be so familiar with the streets and alleys?

Even he didn't know that you can cross the street here, so how did he know?

As if seeing the doubt in Pei Shuo's eyes, Lao Wei patted the horse's back. The man who had been stabbed just now showed half of his pale face and looked at Pei Shuo with hatred in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, the man you just killed was a groom. He knows the city's topography like the back of his hand. You never thought retribution would come so quickly, did you?

While Old Wei was speaking, Pei Shuo suddenly raised his arm, and just before the sleeve arrow was fired, Old Wei suddenly pulled out a musket.

boom!

The smoke slowly dissipated with a loud bang, and a figure on horseback fell down helplessly.

Tatata!

Old Wei rode his horse forward, pulled out another musket, and pointed the black muzzle at Pei Shuo's bloody head.

"Don't... don't kill me, I... I'll give you money, spare my life..."

Pei Shuo was a martial artist after all, and he was still alive after being shot in the front. A lot of blood foamed out of his mouth, and a look of fear finally appeared on his face. He kept begging Lao Wei in a low voice.

"Spare your life? Who will spare the life of Housekeeper Shen, who will spare the life of that child? Tell me, where is the antidote for the poison that was put in the wine?" Old Wei asked loudly, suppressing his hatred.

"Antidote? Haha, he drank two jars of poison. Even a god wouldn't be able to help..."

boom!

Old Wei finally couldn't contain his inner anger and pulled the trigger.

He watched Pei Shuo's head explode before his eyes, and a hint of revengeful pleasure finally flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, I avenged you...Brother?"

Old Wei remained silent for a long time.