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Chapter 37 Sorry, I Killed Your Horse
In the evening, the sun sets.

On the dirt road, twenty or thirty people guarded two carriages and moved slowly forward.

Such a large group naturally attracted the attention of local people nearby, but these people on foot looked vigorous and ferocious, and no one dared to come forward to talk to them.

When the convoy crossed a stream on a bridge, the leader suddenly stopped.

There was a sign on the side of the road with the following words written in charcoal: [Go five miles ahead, enter the town and head south. The Du Family Martial Arts School awaits you.]

The leader frowned, immediately turned around and walked to the first carriage to report to the people inside.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous brocade robe and with an indifferent expression walked out.

He came to the signboard and looked at the crooked handwriting on it. He couldn't help but sneer sarcastically: "Writing is like a dog crawling. It's embarrassing."

With a wave of his sleeves, a gust of strong wind blew past, directly blowing the signboard away and shattering it into powder in mid-air.

"Elder, is this a trick?" The follower stood behind the man, bowed slightly, and asked with a frown.

Eight-bag elder Chen Yougong said unconcernedly, "It's just a firearm ambush at most. Don't we have them in the gang? They are extremely heavy and difficult to adjust. As long as we are prepared in advance, which fool would fall for them?"

After that, he said disdainfully: "Even if there is a real trick, I'm afraid it's just an empty city plan."

The followers immediately flattered him: "Elder, your opinion is great! This kid must be deliberately creating confusion, hoping to delay for a while."

At this moment, the curtain of the first carriage was lifted again, and a little boy who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, wearing a golden lock and with a delicate and delicate appearance, walked out.

He stood on the carriage and shouted at Chen Yougong in dissatisfaction: "Dad! Why did we stop? Aren't we here to avenge my uncle? I want to dig out the eyes of that bastard who killed my uncle!"

Chen Yougong's originally cold and hard face, like winter snow greeted by boy's urine, melted instantly, like a blooming old chrysanthemum.

He quickly responded, "Hey, little treasure, be good. Daddy will take you to avenge your uncle right now!"

After saying that, Chen Yougong waved his hand to the followers and ordered, "Let's go! After we deal with that kid, we still have important things to do in Kowloon Bay."

After he finished speaking, he stepped on the ground and flew into the air, passing over the heads of two horses and landed on the carriage.

Chen Yougong stretched out his hand, picked up his impatient son, and walked into the carriage with a smile: "Don't worry, Xiaobao, Dad will help you vent your anger right away. Don't get yourself sick because you still have to continue the Chen family's lineage."

Chen Xiaobao burst into tears when he heard this. He covered his face and cried, "Wuwu, Uncle is always the best to me. It's all your fault for letting Uncle come to a place full of unruly people. You've ruined Uncle so much, Wuwuwu..."

Chen Yougong consoled them repeatedly and the convoy started moving forward again.

Not long after, I found another signboard. The content written on it remained unchanged except for the distance.

This further confirmed the idea of ​​the Beggar Gang members that the thief must be deliberately mysterious, so they quickened their pace.

But they didn't notice that there seemed to be fewer and fewer local people around them.

At this time, as they passed a low slope, several yamen runners blocked the road ahead. When they saw these people, they immediately shouted, "Stop, who are you all? Why are you walking in a group? Do you have a pass?"

The leader of the Beggars' Gang frowned immediately. The Shun Dynasty had been in existence for 140 years, and many of its founding policies had already gradually decayed.

Among them were the travel passes left over from the previous dynasty. However, with the opening of the sea to trade, they had long since become a mere formality, and were only brought out as an excuse when someone wanted to make things difficult for them.

Could it be that the thief was colluding with the local government? Such behavior was simply cutting himself off from the martial arts world.

In the underworld, you can kill people, burn things, commit crimes, rape and rob, but as long as you can drink and eat meat in big bowls, you are still considered a hero.

There is only one way - to collude with the government. Otherwise, you will be a lackey of the court, a despicable person who is willing to be a slave, and no one in the world will respect you anymore.

On the first carriage, Chen Yougong said impatiently: "Give them thirty or fifty silver coins. If they won't let them go, we can only let them sleep."

Although the Beggars' Sect disdained dealing with the government, they did not dare to act arbitrarily and kill people at will.

But if they were just knocked unconscious and left on the roadside, even the government wouldn't make a fuss about it. At most they would be worried about the arrival of a group of lawless gangsters under their jurisdiction and pray that they would leave soon.

The leader took the order and stepped forward with the silver.

Who would have thought that those yamen runners were even more nervous than the Beggars' Sect members, and several of them were so frightened that their Adam's apples moved. However, they still took the money and let them go without any nonsense.

In the carriage, Chen Yougong frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

The behavior of those yamen runners was very abnormal. But he had never encountered such a situation before, so he did not understand why.

Just after they left for several hundred meters, there were still no locals around, and the Beggars' Gang members gradually became aware of the strange and quiet atmosphere.

Just as Chen Yougong was about to ask the carriage to stop, suddenly four or five round objects were thrown from the side of the official road to under the second carriage.

The sound of the thrown object was particularly clear in the eerie atmosphere.

There were even a few Beggars' Sect disciples who looked curiously under the second carriage.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM——!!!”

The deafening explosions formed a line and rang out one after another.

Most of the Beggars' Sect disciples didn't react at all, their consciousness was instantly shattered by the roar.

Chen Yougong was also blown away by the violent explosion behind the carriage. Fortunately, he realized something was wrong at the beginning and tried his best to protect Chen Xiaobao in his arms.

Chen Xiaobao was so scared that he burst into tears, but the sound could not reach Chen Yougong's ears, which were buzzing in his head.

Chen Yougong held Chen Xiaobao in his arms and flew dozens of steps in a row, then he looked back in shock.

This look is shocking.

The official road that had been trampled on for hundreds of years now seemed to be cut in half, with a bowl-shaped black cross-section blasted out.

All around, the bodies of Beggars' Sect disciples were torn into pieces, blood and flesh flying everywhere. Only a few who were far away were holding their stumps and legs, wailing continuously.

Chen Yougong's eyes turned red and his fists were clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds.

Veins bulged on his neck and forehead, and his hair stood up like steel needles due to the surge of internal energy, making him look like an angry devil.

"Du Mu, you little bastard! You've harmed my Beggars' Sect members for no reason! I swear to kill you!"

Chen Xiaobao was already in great pain from the shock of the explosion, and was only protected by Chen Yougong. This roar, which contained true energy, made him faint instantly.

The buzzing in Chen Yougong's ears gradually got better, but when he looked down, he found that Chen Xiaobao had lost consciousness. He was so anxious that he almost cried.

"Xiaobao! Xiaobao! Don't scare Daddy, don't scare Daddy! Wake up, wake up!"

Chen Yougong held Chen Xiaobao in his arms, his face full of grief, like a father who had lost his child.

Du Mu came to Chen Yougong, looked at his appearance, and asked curiously: "Strange, you also have a child, why do you allow the Beggars' Sect to do those things of cutting and mutilating people?"

Chen Yougong raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and it was unclear whether he was angry or affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

He stared at Du Mu, clenched his teeth, and shouted angrily: "Stop talking bullshit! Even if a million of those bastards die, they are not as good as a single hair of my son!"

"Oh." Du Mu said calmly, looked back at the explosion scene, saw the broken bodies of the horses, and immediately felt sorry for those horses.

He shook his head and said, "Well, forget about the others, their deaths are not a pity, but your horse is dead. I'm really sorry for killing your horse. After all, your horse is just an innocent animal."

It was the first time that Chen Yougong heard such insults. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

But he still suppressed his anger and carefully put Chen Xiaobao on the ground.

Then he stood up, glared at Du Mu, slapped the air with both hands, and with a ripping sound, his internal energy shattered the sleeves on both sides.

The veins on Chen Yougong's forehead throbbed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's fine that you killed my brother Chen Youxiao for no reason, but you dared to involve my son in the feud between the Beggars' Sect and you. I want you to pay with your life!"

As he said that, he punched Du Mu.

(End of this chapter)