Plane Supermarket

If someone once said to Ye Zhou: "One day in the future, you will raise your gun to a stranger and kill him."

Ye Zhou would definitely roll his eyes.

But now, facing the man he met for the first time, his hand holding the gun didn't shake at all.

The other party looks no different from any ordinary person, maybe just a little fatter, but this fatness is compared with the local aborigines, and it can even be regarded as the standard in modern times.

He has thick eyebrows, a square face with thick lips, and an unusually upright appearance. Just by looking at his face, one would think that he is an upright person with a heart to help the weak. Hollowed out by maggots.

Zhao Changsheng's eyes were not as good as Ye Zhou's. He could only see a strangely dressed young man standing on the hillside, but he couldn't see Ye Zhou's face clearly, nor could he see what Ye Zhou was holding.

"What do you want?!" Zhao Changsheng shouted at Ye Zhou, "We don't violate the river! If you kill my brother, you won't be afraid of the gods and Buddhas appearing, and you will fall into the eighteenth level of hell after death?! If you stop, you will be here! It never happened!"

Ye Zhou asked blankly: "When you used unarmed refugees as food for your hunger, did you ever think about the eighteen hells? Since you don't believe it, why use gods and Buddhas as amulets? If the gods and Buddhas in the sky know you What have you done, can you still stand here?"

Zhao Changsheng smiled miserably.

He knew that this young man was not going to let him go.

The bandits who were still breathing behind shouted: "Your Majesty! Let's fight him!"

"My lord, kill him!"

"Your Majesty..."

Zhao Changsheng turned a deaf ear to the yelling behind him, and he spat bloody saliva on the ground: "How can there be any gods and Buddhas in this world?"

"Since you are the leader, do you dare to come down?" Zhao Changsheng looked up at Ye Zhou, "If you dare not do it yourself, what kind of hero are you?!"

Ye Zhou knew that he was irritating himself. He fought hand to hand, and he was by no means an opponent of a seasoned veteran.

But Ye Zhou jumped down anyway.

He wants to push himself.

Standing here, looking down at each other, he couldn't pull the trigger.

At the moment when Ye Zhou jumped down and hadn't stood still——

"Ah!!—" Zhao Changsheng raised his long knife and rushed towards Ye Zhou.

kill him!When the two armies confront each other, hold the enemy's leader, and he will win without a fight!

Compared with Zhao Changsheng, Ye Zhou is undoubtedly thin - he is in the final stage of a man with the lowest body fat, and there is not much fat on his body. Just looking at his body shape, Zhao Changsheng is twice as wide as him, not to mention that Zhao Changsheng is quite fat. Dominant square face.

The bandits stretched their necks. They wanted to see their king cut off the opponent's head with a knife and save them from fire and water.

Everyone is staring at each other.

Just when Zhao Changsheng threw himself in front of Ye Zhou, the bandits had smiles of the rest of their lives on their faces.

Their king also once defeated the enemy army. He led the soldiers out of the encirclement, turned into a sharp knife and went straight to the enemy's hinterland. As long as they came to the front, their king would never lose!

But the expected scene did not come.

Just heard a "bang"——

Zhao Changsheng felt a chill in his chest. He lowered his head in confusion, but saw that blood was continuously overflowing from his chest. He stretched out his hand, trying to cover the invisible wound with his hand, but he couldn't stop it no matter what.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Zhao Changsheng knelt down facing Ye Zhou.

His legs couldn't stand still anymore, he turned the knife into a crutch, half kneeled on the ground, barely supporting his body.

Ye Zhou looked numbly at the gun in his hand.

Just now, he pulled the trigger on the man who was rushing towards him wielding a long knife.

If he didn't dare to make a move, Zou Ming in the rear would also raise a gun to protect his safety.

Ye Zhou felt like he was stepping on the cotton, and he seemed to have fallen into a strange dream. It seemed that one second he was a three-good citizen who abides by public order and good customs in modern society, and the next moment he was holding a gun and demanding someone else life.

"You, you are a monster..." Zhao Changsheng finally couldn't support himself anymore. He slumped to the ground and looked at the sky with both eyes. Lie Yang couldn't make him close his eyes. He murmured, "I, Zhao Changsheng... didn't lose to people……"

Ye Zhou walked up to him and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'm not a monster, I'm also a mortal."

"If there are gods and Buddhas in this world, and you can really be reincarnated, then remember, in your next life, don't touch me."

Zhao Changsheng stretched out his hand to grab him, but his arms waved wildly, but his eyes had long lost their luster, and he couldn't see anything.

His lips parted wide, making a "heh heh" sound.

Ye Zhou just watched him struggle.

Ye Zhou ordered himself not to divert his gaze. He wanted to watch Zhao Changsheng die with his own eyes, and let himself always remember the person whose life was taken by him.

In less than a cup of tea, Zhao Changsheng stopped struggling, his hands fell on his side feebly, and his staring eyes remained open.

Ye Zhou stood up again, and he turned around slowly, without looking at the bandits behind him.

He walked slowly towards the hillside. On the contrary, both Zou Ming and Sarah came out from behind the hillside.

Ye Zhou brushed past them, his always gentle face showed no expression at this moment, making it hard for people to see what he was thinking at the moment.

The dead Zhao Changsheng was no longer the king, but a corpse lying on the ground, no different from all corpses.

After a person dies, all his status and talents, high and low, are all reduced to clouds.

Ye Zhou sat on the hillside. He looked at Zou Ming and Sarah, who killed the bandits one by one, and Wu Yan and others who followed them, without any fear or regret.

He didn't even have the reality of killing someone himself.

It seemed as if nothing happened just now, and it seemed that he was not the one who killed him.

"Immortal, drink water." Caoerniang touched the mountain at some point, she saw the scene of Ye Zhou's murder, but she was not afraid at all, and even moved over with a water glass.

Ye Zhou reached out to take the glass of water, took two sips and asked, "Mr. Li, have you ever killed anyone?"

Cao Erniang whispered: "When I was fleeing, I threw the youngest girl away."

She didn't cry, but her expression became as numb as Ye Zhou's: "She's still young, she can't walk a long way, and she can't run fast. Carrying her is a burden, and she can't be sold."

"It's impossible for me to kill her. My daughter who was conceived in October, she is so small, so obedient, she is lovable when she can talk, and she is never annoying. A little bit big, I let her be in the original place." She didn't even ask anything while waiting for me."

"I didn't kill her, but she died because of me..."

"Immortals... It's going to be extremely difficult for us people just to survive..."

Ye Zhou didn't speak, he had a strange understanding of Cao'erniang's state of mind.

For Caoerniang, Caoer is her only motivation to live.

·

Zou Ming didn't use a gun. Although bullets are cheap, they are not free. He picked up a long knife from the ground, and when he saw a living person, he rushed towards it, killing him with one blow.

"I thought you must be rich." Sarah jumped on the bandit's shoulder, flexibly twisted the other's neck, and raised her eyebrows at Zou Ming and shouted, "Why, you are so poor that you have to use cold weapons to survive?"

Zou Ming knew what she was talking about, but he didn't answer, and swung his knife at the rushing person with a blank expression.

It wasn't until the man fell that he said: "The daughter of the Duchess, she can't even eat enough to eat, and she hasn't made much progress when she lives to be four hundred years old."

Sarah was not angry either. Her nails dug into the chest of the fleeing bandit, and when she pulled it out, even the heart was pulled out.

"The boss just had a bad face just now. It's the first time he killed someone. He won't have nightmares tonight, right?"

"He will get used to it." Zou Ming walked forward.

Sarah followed up with short legs: "He won't get used to it, only you think he doesn't care about killing people."

Zou Ming frowned and raised his voice a bit: "He is stronger than anyone else."

Sarah: "Being strong means you don't care about killing people?"

She smiled and said, "I won't argue with you about this."

Sarah jumped out.

Zou Ming stopped, waiting for Wu Yan and the others to enter the cave.

There are still many bandits in the cave who dared not go out just now, they were not shot by the arrows, and they are still hiding in the cave, looking for an opportunity to rush out.

Zou Ming and Sarah led the way, and Wu Yan and the others made up the last knife for the fish that slipped through.

"Brother Zou!" Wu Yan panted, the knife in his hand was covered with blood, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, "There are too many people!"

Making up a knife is not an easy task. People have skin, bones, flesh and blood, and even the most experienced executioner can't say that every time he swings a knife, he can get a head off the ground.

They have to use all their strength to repair the knife once, otherwise they will torture each other and themselves.

After a few downs, I felt a little exhausted.

We can only let people like Cao'er who charged with repeating crossbows do it.

Zou Ming nodded at Wu Yan: "Don't worry."

Wu Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a pity, the magic weapon of the immortal is useless."

Zou Ming: "You can use it when you enter the hole."

Wu Yan: "Brother Zou, you said that these people are all middle-aged men, why don't they go to the south, and insist on staying in this remote village and becoming the so-called king of the mountain?"

"Bullying the weak and fearing evil." Zou Ming said flatly, "It's just my nature."

Wu Yan watched Zou Ming walk in, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Ye Zhou.

He couldn't see Ye Zhou, but the immortal must be waiting for them there.

These people, their lives are as cheap as dust, not to mention high officials and nobles, even these bandits can easily peel off their skins and trample them under their feet, and they have nothing else to rely on except for gods and Buddhas.

Wu Yan clenched the knife in his hand.

He is just an ordinary mortal, but now he can follow the immortal.

This is his luck, and he must hold on to it firmly.

The immortal is gentle and kind in front of them, like a brother like a father, but he also has a thunderous anger when facing the villain who bullies them and kills them.

When the emperor was angry, the corpse floated for thousands of miles.

When the immortal is angry, he should be no different from the emperor.

Wu Yan followed Zou Ming's pace, panting, and rushed towards the bandits who were still running and hiding.

·

The sun is setting in the west.

On the barren mountain, there were more than [-] bandits, none of them survived.