Chapter 88 Sorry, I was wrong!

Liang Hui looked at the box pushed in front of him and the silver inside, and his mouth widened.

I looked back at the sunset.

He reached out his hand and took the slightly larger silver bar.

"Leave the rest here and come back for it later."

The words fell.

Turn around!

He walked towards the door, with no other expression on his face except the grin.

Wait until Liang Hui leaves.

The burly old man walked out slowly from the backyard, with a look of shame on his face, and sighed:

"The reputation of the Fire Storage Shop is going to be ruined in my hands."

"Master, it's just a little fame. Compared with the quota for the Taoist school provided by Master Lu, it's not worth mentioning."

"After all, our younger generations can't be iron workers for their entire lives."

The clerk reached out and grabbed the silver from the wooden box, letting it slip from his palm onto the counter.

"And six thousand taels of silver as compensation is not a small amount."

The joking words echoed in the shop.

The old man sighed again, and the shame on his face became even more intense.

Six thousand taels of silver were nothing compared to the forged spear.

After leaving the "Zanghuopu", Liang Hui walked quickly towards the west.

A cup of tea.

Yongning City is close to the city wall.

In the dilapidated courtyard, Liang Hui and the owner of the courtyard finalized the ownership of the house deed, and the bill was paid with the silver taken from the "Zanghuo Pu".

By the time the original owner of the house left, the sun had already set completely.

Liang Hui took out his boxing gloves and put them on his palms, then carefully checked the bronze halberd, sword, and bow.

At the same time, he put on an iron mask.

I can’t say for sure today, but I may have to kill many, many people.

Since coming into this world, he has always assumed the greatest malice towards strangers.

failure!

According to what he inquired, the probability of failure in weapon casting at Zanghuopu is almost zero.

Then someone must have stolen his spear in advance.

The person who could make the "Canghuo Pu" destroy its own signboard must be quite powerful.

Therefore, there will be no shortage of killings tonight.

He raised his leg and stepped out of the dilapidated courtyard, and his speed began to increase.

Under the moonlight, he went straight towards the fire storage shop.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

Crunch!

The half-closed door of the fire storage shop was pushed open directly.

"guest"

The bronze halberd in his hand was drawn out instantly.

With the extreme speed and strength, the guy's upper body exploded directly.

Blood mixed with bones splattered everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the room.

Liang Hui seemed to have no feeling. He just closed the door and locked it.

Turn around!

He strode towards the inner courtyard.

jingle jingle jingle
He walked away amid the sound of iron hammering.

What comes into view is a bustling work scene.

The furnaces, the molten iron, the people who move the ore, and the people who handle the waste.

"Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Leave."

A sturdy man who was sitting at the gate of the inner courtyard to rest shouted.

Stab it!

The halberd chopped down, the head fell, and the death face was serious.

Such a movement obviously cannot be concealed.

One by one, the blacksmiths stopped their work and turned their eyes toward the figure at the entrance.

The young man smiled, holding his spear horizontally.

The internal force exploded in the body, like a continuously burning green flame.

Clinging to the whole body and weapons.

The brutal murderous intent suddenly erupted at this moment.

Step forward! Like a rushing mountain river.

At this moment, the furnace exploded, and human figures scattered in all directions with the sound of breaking bones.

Blood and molten iron mixed in the inner courtyard.

"Thief, die!"

An angry roar.

The sky was filled with red hammer shadows, smashing down from the side.

Liang Hui tilted his head and looked at the ferocious-looking white-haired old man, the smile on his lips widened.

A jade-like palm stretched out, easily passed over the hammer shadow, and pressed on his arm.

boom!
Ah!
Amidst the shrill howls, the arm holding the hammer exploded.

Blood splattered all over the ground and was then evaporated by the surrounding hot molten iron.

The halberd swept across, cutting off the old man's calf again.

Liang Hui then passed the wailing figure and rushed in other directions.

Soon all the struggles disappeared.

Be it the blacksmith or the apprentice, no one was standing in the entire inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard was filled with blood, molten iron, broken limbs, and the pungent fishy smell.

Liang Hui dragged the remaining five blacksmiths to the old man who was collapsed on the ground.

"Where's my spear?"

A deep voice, overwhelmed by the wailing, reached the ears of several people.

"It's you! It's you! How dare you do this? This is Yongning City, the imperial court..."

The gray-haired old man collapsed to the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs.

The blood that was stopped by the muscles spurted out again.

Snapped!
A kick in the mouth shattered the teeth, broke the tongue, and only a blur of blood remained.

The roar stopped abruptly.

"Everyone, stop talking nonsense, someone please answer my question."

boom!
The blacksmith on the far left had his head crushed by something.

"Stop howling, it's annoying."

With the deep voice, all the wailing stopped.

Pairs of eyes looked at the slender figure in horror.

"My Lord, I know where the forged spear is? Can I survive?"

Snapped!
Break his neck with a kick.

He said indifferently to the four people on the ground: "Don't talk nonsense."

Cruel, cold, ruthless, and decisive, the image of the man in front of them kept appearing in the minds of the four people.

The smartest one among the four had obviously realized something.

At this moment, facing such people, it seems that they have no possibility of survival.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Everyone, we must die. There is no life..."

The one laughing was a middle-aged man lying on the ground with a calm look on his face.

Snap! Snap! Snap!
He kicked its mouth to pieces, then stepped on its limbs and broke them.

Woo! Woo!
The middle-aged man who was laughing just now was now twisting and struggling like a maggot due to severe pain.

Afterwards, Liang Hui turned his attention to the other two blacksmiths besides the old man.

"Sir, it's the Lu family! It's the Lu family!"

"Last night, the second son of the Lu family came in person to discuss matters with the shopkeeper, and when he left, he took your spear with him."

"Please let me go. This is all I know. I didn't do anything from beginning to end."

A blacksmith, unable to bear the tremendous pressure any longer, cried out.

As the blacksmith spoke, Liang Hui sensed the heartbeats and blood flow of the remaining people.

Tap your forehead and whisper:
"I see."

The next moment, the spear broke through the air and slashed across his throat.

He exerted force with his feet and stomped on the throats of the remaining blacksmiths.

Only the white-haired old man was left, slumped to the ground, his cloudy eyes glancing around blankly.

Because of a single thought, the blacksmith shop that had been passed down for a century came to an end in his hands.

Good thing...

Liang Hui turned around and suddenly walked towards the only house in the inner courtyard.

"…Uh…Uh…"

The old man's bloody face kept closing as he tried hard to make a sound.

At the same time, the only hand, stained with blood, was moving on the ground.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, let the child go, he knows nothing.'

No matter how loud the noise was, Liang Hui never looked back.

Bang!
With one blow of the halberd, the door exploded open.

(End of this chapter)