The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

When Fang Youming noticed it, the two men had already come down.

Fortunately, it was very dark in here. Although there was a candle, the position where Fang Youming was standing blocked some of the light.

The two people who had just entered suddenly felt dark in front of them and couldn't see anything for a few seconds.

Taking advantage of this time, Fang Youming reacted quickly, picked up the pickle pounding stick from his sixth uncle's house and hit the nearest person on the head.

The two opponents may not have taken an ordinary person, an old man who could only walk with a cane, seriously. They were eager to make a contribution and just wanted to catch the man quickly and then report the credit to their superiors.

"what!"

The man in front was hit by a stick suddenly and didn't react in time. He saw stars.

But they were not ordinary people. When they reacted, they drew the knives at their waists and slashed at Fang Youming.

The cellar was so small that Fang Youming raised the big stick in his hand to resist, and the leader chopped the stick with a knife.

The situation was a little stiff. The knife was embedded inside and no matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't get it out.

In desperation, he had to give up, discarded his knife and went forward with his bare hands.

Seeing this, Fang Youming felt that the stick was useless, so he picked up something at hand and threw it over.

"Snapped!"

A strong smell of pickles filled the cellar.

I felt something sticky on my face, and the smell hit me straight in the head.

Are pickles delicious? Unsurprisingly, for most people, they are a good thing to go with rice.

But it really doesn't smell very good, and even when it's still fermenting, it smells like stinky feet.

Stink bomb attack!

"vomit!"

This sticky mass really makes people think of bad things.

Fang Youming picked up the jar in his hand, scooped out the sauce inside and poured it on the other person.

It's mainly the face that makes them so busy.

The unarmed man's eyes were covered, and he was positioned closer to the front, so he blocked a lot of the view from the other man behind him.

Taking advantage of the position, "Hu Zi gave way."

He shouted loudly, and the man with the sauce all over his face dodged to the side in confusion.

When he dodged, he bumped into his companion. Fortunately, the man put away the knife in time and did not hurt the man named Hu Zi.

"Beard, what are you doing?"

The man called Hu Zi had a full beard, and his face was a mess at this moment.

"Afei, I can't see anymore."

The man called Ah Fei kicked him directly and said, "Get out of the way."

The only one in the cellar who can resist is this kid. If we get rid of him, the old man will be useless.

"Go on, why don't you throw it away?"

Ah Fei stepped forward with his sword, looking at the figure huddled in the corner in the darkness.

He slowly raised the knife in his hand, and the candlelight on the side cast his shadow holding the butcher knife on the wall.

"Kid, when you die and go to the underworld, don't complain to the King of Hell. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for meddling in other people's business."

With a smile on his face, he looked at the pair of eyes illuminated by the candlelight in the corner.

He had slaughtered many such eyes. With one cut of the knife, those eyes would gradually become dim and eventually sink into deathly silence.

Some of those eyes were filled with despair, some were filled with fear, and some were ready to die, but this time it was a little different.

Those eyes were extremely calm, but beneath the calmness there seemed to be an endless storm.

Just as he was wondering, his butcher knife had already fallen.

In an instant.

Fang Youming raised the big knife that had just been embedded in the wooden stick. When Ah Fei's knife touched the stick, the resistance slowed down its falling speed.

But the butcher knife continued to fall, and a stream of blood splattered on the wall in spots.

Fang Youming only felt a warm current flowing out from his shoulders, and his neck became a little sticky.

But he took a step forward and pushed the knife in his hand forward.

His shoulders made a grinding sound due to his movements.

Ah Fei's face was filled with disbelief as he stared blankly at Fang Youming.

A few drops of blood splashed on Fang Youming's face. At this moment, his eyes were full of madness, and the curve of his mouth began to widen.

Injure one thousand enemies, and self-inflict eight hundred.

He is a ruthless person.

The long knife in Fang Youming's hand could not move forward an inch because the big stick above it blocked its entry.

But it doesn’t matter, Fang Youming was aiming at his heart.

"When you die, don't complain to the King of Hell in the underworld. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for your arrogance."

The butcher knife in your hand will also become the weapon of the slaughtered.

Don't underestimate anyone.

The incident happened in just a few breaths. A staggering bearded man finally wiped the sauce from around his eyes with his sleeve, and saw his companion Ah Fei lying there motionless.

He took two steps forward, "A Fei, kill him and we..."

"Boom."

The shadow cast on the wall fell down, and Hu Zi's eyes widened. He couldn't help but want to go forward to take a look.

When Hu Zi was checking on Ah Fei's condition, Fang Youming only then realized the severe pain in his shoulder.

As Ah Fei fell, the knife on his shoulder also fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Fang Youming felt as if his left hand had lost all feeling. The withdrawal of the long sword brought out a stream of blood, and his face gradually turned pale.

His strength had just been exhausted. Even if he wanted to pick up the knife on the ground, he could not move as fast as the other party even if he moved a few times.

Hu Zi found that Ah Fei was no longer breathing. Realizing the urgency of the situation, he decided to deal with the other party as soon as possible.

Without further ado, he stepped forward to pick up the long knife on the ground.

At the critical moment, Fang Youming used up all his last strength and struggled forward. He fell down and protected the knife under him.

His intact right hand held the long sword tightly in his arms.

I didn't expect the other party to be so strong.

He was furious that he couldn't take the knife away. After so many years of walking on the battlefield, he and his brother fell into the hands of this untouchable.

He looked around, grabbed a hemp rope, wrapped it around Fang Youming's neck twice, and then pulled it back.

Fang Youming's neck was red and congested, with veins bulging.

He never let go of the long knife, and his eyes widened and his mouth opened like a fish suffocating on the shore.

Suddenly, the rope around his neck loosened and he began to breathe heavily.

Behind him, Old Man Fang held up his crutch and hit the fallen Hu Zi's head again and again.

He didn't dare stop, for fear that the people on the ground would react.

Blood splattered on the wall and his face.

Fang Youming was panting, and his vision went dark and bright, as if he had just walked underground and come back.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sound of knocking again and again brought him back to life. When he opened his eyes, he saw his grandfather swinging his cane continuously.

It overlaps with the image of my grandfather holding a bamboo stick and beating my useless father in the ancestral hall more than ten years ago.

Fortunately, I'm still alive.