Chapter 87 - 87: True Midnight Massacre
On the old street with flames soaring into the sky, a snow-white saber light suddenly bloomed in the night.
Clang!
Yang Wanli heard the sound of the saber being drawn from behind, and his blood went cold. He immediately wanted to smash the wailing girl’s head.
But the sound of the saber being drawn was clearly above the city gate tower behind him. He raised his hand, but he found that the hammer in his hand didn’t fall.
Swoosh!
Hot blood splattered on his and the little girl’s faces.
From the corner of his eye, he realized that what he was raising was only half of an arm that had been chopped off!
His right hand holding the hammer had left his body at some point in time and was falling to the ground.
This saber move had been unbelievably fast, and the saber’s blade hadn’t even been visible.
If not for the fact that Ye Jingtang was afraid of accidentally injuring the hostage, he would have slashed Yang Wanli in the head and turned him into a corpse.
Yang Wanli was horrified, but he was experienced in Jianghu. In the moment of his life and death, he threw the little girl out without hesitation and dashed into the house beside him. At the same time, he bent down and lowered his head.
Swoosh!
A saber light swept across the top of his head almost at the same time, cutting off the scalp on the back of his head and countless strands of hair.
After lowering his head to dodge the fatal attack, Yang Wanli grabbed the hammer and right hand falling to the ground without hesitation and hurled them at the girl in the air.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The hammer and severed hand spun like a windmill!
Yang Wanli knew that there was an expert attacking him. This move was to threaten the girl to save himself. If the saber attacked him again, the little girl would definitely be smashed into a pile of rotten meat.
Unfortunately, as soon as the little girl flew out, a woman in a yellow dress flew into his view and hugged the screaming little girl in the air.
Crack!
The next moment, his left arm left his body under another saber light and spurted out a stream of blood.
“Ahhhh!” The miserable howl rang out in the blazing town, accompanied by a muffled bang.
Ye Jingtang had struck three times in a row and cut off the bandit’s left and right arms. Knowing that Third Lady was nearby, he didn’t care about the flying hammer and little girl.
But when he heard the muffled sound, his heart skipped a beat. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Third Lady, who was hugging the little girl, had been smashed by the hammer in her right shoulder. Her body staggered, and she fell to the ground with the little girl in her arms like an ordinary woman who only knew some basic martial arts.
?!
Ye Jingtang immediately understood. The Ox-Head and Horse-Face were here. Third Lady was afraid that her identity would be exposed, so she deliberately did this.
Seeing that Third Lady had been hit, Ye Jingtang no longer had the mood to care about Yang Wanli, who had lost both his arms. He kicked his back, sheathed his saber, flashed in front of Third Lady, and hugged her tightly. “Third Lady?!”
Pei Xiangjun was afraid that the Ox-Head and Horse-Face would notice something amiss, so she took the hammer attack symbolically. It was originally nothing.
But Ye Jingtang suddenly rushed over and wrapped his right hand around her back and his left hand around her waist. It might have been unintentional, but he still placed his hand on her butt to support her, instantly stunning her.
?!
Pei Xiangjun hugged the little girl and lay in Ye Jingtang’s arms. When she saw the face so close to her, her first reaction was: Is Jingtang deliberately touching my butt…
But when she saw Ye Jingtang’s distressed gaze, she dispelled this thought. She sat on Ye Jingtang’s palm like a frail woman with a frown, looking pitiful.
Ye Jingtang came over to help Third Lady up. Holding her in his arms, he just didn’t want her to fall to the ground. When he felt the heavy weight in his hand, he realized that he had touched her…
Wow/ Its so plump…
Ye Jingtang’s expression froze. He wanted to move his hand away, but Third Lady was acting weak. Once he let go, she would definitely sit on the ground.
For this reason, he could only brace himself and crouch down. He let Third Lady sit on his knee and turned to look at the street.
Yang Wanli had been kicked out and fell face-first onto the street. He forcefully arched his body with his forehead and wanted to turn around and escape.
‘Silver-Horned Horse-Face’ Chen Miao had already flown over with his two silver hooks hanging from his sleeves. When he was still dozens of feet away, he threw the iron hooks in the air, accurately nailed them into Yang Wanli’s ankles, and pulled hard.
Bang!
Yang Wanli, whose arms had been severed, was immediately pulled onto the street face-first, as if he was dragged along the street by a fierce horse.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The furious Tu Jiuji rushed over with his two bronze hammers. His iron helmet covered his face, so his expression couldn’t be seen clearly, but his red eyes could probably scare ordinary rats to death.
Yang Wanli’s body drew a trail of blood on the ground. He was on the verge of death and was unable to break free, but he still remained brave. He rolled over and cursed, “Do you think I’m afraid of you? Twenty years later, I…”
Chen Miao dragged Yang Wanli in front of him but didn’t kill him directly. Instead, he said coldly, “I am an official of the Imperial Court, and I keep my word. If I say I’ll make you wish you were dead, I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
Then he let go of the chains and walked toward Ye Jingtang.
Tu Jiuji, who was as big as a mountain of flesh, stood in front of Yang Wanli. He waved one of the bronze hammers in his hand and smashed his left foot.
Bam!
Blood splattered everywhere. The bones in the front half of his foot instantly shattered, turning into meat paste that blended into the broken blue bricks.
“Ahhhh!”
A scream sounded, but a hammer immediately smashed his jaw.
Ye Jingtang’s view was blocked by Chen Miao, but he could still tell that these two constables were preparing to smash Yang Wanli alive inch by inch into meat paste.
Although Yang Wangli was a criminal from Jianghu, killing and torturing were two different things.
Ye Jingtang’s heart palpitated when he saw this scene. He hugged Third Lady tighter, blocking her vision.
Pei Xiangjun didn’t resist. She lowered her head and hid her face in Ye Jingtang’s chest while covering the little girl’s eyes.
Chen Miao walked over to block the view of the woman and child so as not to scare the innocent people. He stood in front of Ye Jingtang and cupped his hands in thanks. “Young Hero, you’re skilled at martial arts. Thank you.”
“Sir, you flatter me. It’s not worth mentioning.”
Seeing that the lady in Ye Jingtang’s arms was scared out of her wits, Chen Miao raised his hand and said, “Old Tu.”
Tu Jiuji, who was panting like an ox, had already smashed Yang Wanli until only half of him was left. His technique was precise, and he avoided his vital points, so Yang Wangli was still alive. His eyes were full of despair as they stared into the pair of eyes as big as copper bells.
Tu Jiuji heard Chen Maio, but he had no intention of stopping. He grabbed the rotten flesh on Yang Wanli’s leg and dragged him into a dark alley. Then he swung his hammer again.
Thump, thump…
This scene was even bloodier than death by a thousand cuts. The scene of the ‘Hell of Mills Q was probably nothing more than this. Ye Jingtang frowned when he saw this.
Chen Miao knew that this method was very cruel and calmly explained, “Humanity should be used on people, and chivalry should be used on chivalrous people. Our salary comes from the people. The villains of Jianghu are cruel and ruthless to the people, so we have to return to them ten times the cruelty and ruthlessness. We will let the people of Jianghu understand what the law of the king is. Young Hero, 1 hope that when you walk in Jianghu in the future, you can abide by the path of chivalry and remember what you saw today.”
“Thank you for your teachings, Sir. I will definitely remember this.”
The street was still in chaos. Chen Miao didn’t say anything else. He picked up the little girl, nodded, and returned to the street…