As the sword slashed down, the merchant's face was filled with despair. He stood there in a daze, with countless scenes flashing through his mind like a kaleidoscope.
He was born into a poor family and his parents died early. He raised his younger brothers and sisters alone. The land at home was not enough to farm the crops, and he was hungry all year round. That year the harvest was poor. In order not to starve to death, he sold the land and used the money to make a living in the city.
He was smart and found a job as a shop clerk in the city, where he could barely make a living. However, the shop later went bankrupt, so he simply went out on his own and survived by going from street to street selling small daily necessities.
After a few years of this, I managed to have enough food and clothing and saved some money.
But my younger brothers and sisters are growing older and need to get married, buy land and get dowries. Just having enough food and clothing is not enough.
I don't know if it was good luck or something, but I heard that there was a shortage of a kind of fur in the General City. However, that thing could only be purchased from other countries, and the trip would take several years. But if I could get it, the General City would reward me generously.
The merchant gritted his teeth, left money for his younger brothers and sisters, and went to another country alone. After spending several years and going through many dangers along the way, he finally brought the important goods to the General City.
The ending was happy. He did not die in a foreign land, nor was he killed by bandits or wild beasts. He also exchanged a lot of silver at the exchange.
With this money, his younger brothers and sisters won't have to worry about their lives anymore, and he can also buy a house, hire some servants, buy some land, and concentrate on becoming a rich man.
Everything would be fine if there were no harmful wind, if there were no slashing sword.
I am so unwilling!
It’s just the last step, why did it turn out like this!
Resentment began to arise in the businessman's heart.
And the long sword has reached the scalp.
when!
But at this moment, a crisp sound was heard, and the long sword broke at the hilt, spun several times in the air, and fell to the ground.
The group of soldiers suddenly stopped and fell to the ground, as if they were pinned down by something heavy and unable to move. The silver bills in their hands flew up with their movements and landed in the hands of the merchant.
“This, this.”
The merchant subconsciously took the banknote, looked at the soldiers who could not move, suddenly realized something, and fled quickly with the banknote in his pocket.
He crossed the broad and bright street and ran into the deserted alley. The lights here were not as bright and seemed dim and yellow. After running for a while, he stopped panting, looking at the banknotes in his hand. He was about to grin, but his smile froze immediately.
Because at the corner of the alley, a tall and thin figure was waiting there.
The man was very tall, but too slim, like a bamboo pole. He was wearing black clothes, and his face could not be seen clearly under the dim light.
"I don't know which nosy person is causing trouble for me. You too, are quite good at running. You have to find a deserted place and wait for me to show up in person." The man spoke as he moved forward.
"This gentleman!"
The merchant was straightforward. He knelt on the ground, holding the banknotes in his hands, and begged for mercy: "I am willing to offer my earnings this time. I only ask for a small amount of money to take home. I don't want to report to the authorities or investigate. I only ask for your life to be spared."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here for money, and I'm not interested in your life."
The tall and thin man stood in front of the merchant so that the merchant could only see his legs. Listening to his words, the merchant subconsciously looked up and his eyes gradually moved upwards. He saw that around the man's waist was a strange jade pendant that looked like a mouth and a palm.
"I just want to make you feel good."
The businessman looked up and saw a smiling face and childlike eyes looking down at him.
There was no sadness or joy in those eyes, just a hint of ordinary mockery, and that look seemed familiar to the businessman.
Just like during festivals, when their village slaughtered pigs, other people would have that kind of look in their eyes when watching the fun.
The look in the eyes of the pigs as they howled and ran away, and then were slaughtered.
"Those who can make it to the trading house alive must have gone through untold hardships and survived many deaths, so they have both hardship and tenacity."
"Going to Liang Country to collect furs doesn't cost much, right? They're everywhere, but you can exchange them for a lot of silver in this city. So you're happy and greedy."
"You are very happy to get the silver. For mortals like you, more money can help you do a lot of things. This will give you a sense of heroism and expectation."
"Then, you get robbed, and you feel unwilling and desolate."
The man stretched out his hand, opened it above the merchant's head, and said with a smile: "Such a good thing, why do you have to run away? Now it's good, there are fewer links, and I don't get much willpower. I can only tell you something, and then kill you to generate anger."
Sure enough, after hearing these words, the businessman was stunned for a moment, then his body began to tremble, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger.
"Is that why you want to kill me?!"
"Yes, that's the expression. Very good, good aura." That hand was already on the businessman's head.
"I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!" the businessman roared.
"Ghost? In Jiangjun City, you'd better pray that you don't become a ghost, otherwise you will regret why you didn't die more cleanly!"
The tall and thin man exerted force with his hand.
Bang!
A voice sounded, but the merchant did not die. His eyes, which were full of anger, were obviously dull, because the person who said this flew out directly at this moment and embedded in the wall next to him.
Out of thin air, five figures appeared.
Some were dressed in luxurious clothes, some were wearing tiger skins, some were dressed in ordinary clothes, and there was also a girl who was controlling the yellow wind and sleeping with her eyes closed.
In front of the tall and thin man, a man wearing a cloak, a Taoist robe and a crown on his head was pinching his neck with a frown.
Who else could it be but Song Yin
The group of soldiers had committed evil deeds before, and Song Yin had only wanted to help this mortal, so he glared at them, causing them to stop and return the banknotes to the merchant.
But when the merchant ran away, he sensed a strange aura, so he followed him.
Then, I saw this scene.
Even Zhang Feixuan and the others didn't have time to stop him before Song Yin rushed forward.
“Ahem!”
Suddenly he was hit hard and his neck was grabbed. The tall and thin man coughed a few times, and suddenly his body shape changed. His body softened, and like a snake, he managed to break away from Song Yin's hand, climbed on the wall, and flashed to a distance.
"It's you who are interfering with my practice, right? You are so unruly!" the tall and thin man shouted.
Song Yin's hair fluttered wildly as he looked at the man, "The evil ways of the Soundless Sect, damn it!"
The tall and thin man frowned and said angrily: "Which sect are you from?"
They are the Shengwusheng Sect, a famous and authentic sect in Nanping Kingdom. How could anyone dare to say that they are heretical!
Where did this lunatic come from?!