The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 9: Clay Pot Touching Porcelain

"Miss Wan'er, just go back with my young master. This will be good for both you and the Shen family."

After saying that, Wang Daba rushed forward with four or five strong men, surrounding them from the front, back, left and right, cutting off the Shen family's retreat.

In order to prevent the Shen family from making desperate moves, four or five strong men held sticks as thick as their arms. The dark red bloodstains on the sticks made everyone feel a little scared.

"kill!!"

A deafening roar came out from Shi Tou's mouth. His cheeks turned red and his eyes were blazing. He clenched the spear that was more than eight feet long in both hands and stabbed it towards Wang Daba's thigh.

With a "puff", the sharp jujube wood spear pierced through Wang Daba's thigh. Tears of blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

"Shi Tou is crazy, save me!"

Wang Daba, who was sitting on the ground, wailed in pain. He endured the pain, supported himself on the cold ground with his hands and backed away, not caring about his own image at all.

A long bloodstain suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Both the onlookers from Jingbian Fort and the arrogant young master of the Wang family were stunned.

Honesty is another name for uselessness!
In their impression, Shitou looked honest and simple-minded, and anyone could bully him. They didn't expect that Shitou would dare to stab people with a spear.

"Brother Liang is right. Stabbing a person is much easier than stabbing a fish!"

"Who else dares to come over here? Who?"

After stabbing the man, Shitou's eyes turned red, like a stimulated buffalo. He pointed the spear in his hand at the four or five strong men who surrounded him, and he seemed to have the urge to stab a few more times.

After seeing blood for the first time, people generally have two reactions: either they become extremely cowardly and submissive like a quail, and are afraid of seeing blood from then on;

The other type is like stone. The hot blood instantly awakens the "evil" side of their heart, and from then on they can't stop killing people like crazy and their hearts are as cold as iron.

"You are all trash. You always boasted about how great and brave you are. Where are you?"

"You half-grown kids, you can't even handle it. I spend so much money to feed you all!"

"Everyone, come at me. If you can't catch Miss Wan'er today, you don't have to go back."

After being stunned for a while, the young master of the Wang family put away the folding fan in his hand, and angrily pushed the trembling follower in front of him, and even kicked him without any scruples.

Under the intimidation of the young master of the Wang family, four or five strong men looked at each other, rolled up their sleeves, picked up sticks as thick as their arms and surrounded them.

Faced with the attack of four or five strong men, Shitou, who was still young and lacked strength, was a little flustered for a moment, and was hit on the back several times.

"Boy, you were so crazy just now! Why are you not so crazy now?"

"Just let me take him away obediently. You dare to resist. Catch him. I will teach you a lesson today. I will burn him to death or peel his skin and pull out his tendons. You choose one."

Inserting the folding fan into the back of his neck, the young master of the Wang family looked at the bruised and swollen Shi Tou and laughed heartily. His laughter was very wanton and rampant.

As the young master of the Wang family, a local tyrant, he is known as the "Street Cleaner Tiger" and the "Little Bully". Who dares to offend him?
As long as he sets his eyes on something, the people of Jingbian Fort will have to offer it with both hands, even with tears in their eyes. If they dare to resist, wouldn't that be rebelling against Tiangang?

"Master Wang, let the stone go. I will go with you!"

Looking at Shi Tou's miserable appearance, Li Wan'er suppressed the fear in her heart, held the handkerchief in her hand, bit her lips and spoke word by word.

Li Wan'er knew that the young master of the Wang family was coming for her. Liang Ge'er was not at home at the moment, and she couldn't let anything happen to the Shen family. "Wan'er, no!"

Seeing Wan'er's resolute look, Shen Chen's heart sank, and she hurriedly grabbed Li Wan'er's somewhat rough hand and held it tightly.

She knew that she couldn't let go and couldn't let the young master of the Wang family take Wan'er away, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

At this critical moment, Shen Yuanliang squeezed into the empty yard with the white-browed tiger on his back. Seeing the aggressive scene in front of him, his face turned cold.

Shen Yuanliang threw the thousand-pound beast to the ground, picked up the jujube wood spear, and shouted, "Stop!"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Yuanliang walked into the yard in two or three steps and stabbed the most ferocious one among four or five strong men. The sharp spear pierced his chest immediately.

Then, with a pull, a hole the size of a child's fist appeared on the strong man's chest. You could see from one end to the other, and the scene was very bloody.

"Kill someone, kill someone."

Looking at the sturdy man lying on the ground, and glancing at Shen Yuanliang with a grim look, the onlookers screamed in fear, and many of them scattered, fleeing in panic like headless flies.

There were only a few sparse strangers left on the five-foot-high courtyard wall. They looked at the murderous Shen Yuanliang with admiration on their faces.

"Brother Liang, let's talk it over. We can discuss everything."

"Killing people at every turn is very bad and uncivilized."

The frightened young master of the Wang family stretched out his right hand, palm facing outward to protect himself, licked his face with a pale face, and spoke in a low voice.

As the saying goes, the arrogant ones are afraid of the stupid ones, and the stupid ones are afraid of the desperate ones!
Not only did the small Shen family have a dazed person, but they also had a fearless freak like Shen Yuanliang, who not only killed people but also killed man-eating insects. The proud and noble young master of the Wang family couldn't help but be afraid.

After all, he is a priceless porcelain, while Shen Yuanliang and the others are just broken clay pots. Wouldn't it be a huge loss to use porcelain to hit clay pots?

"Our Shen family owes your Wang family a total of thirty taels of silver. Tomorrow is the last day."

"When I sell this white-browed tiger, I will return you the thirty taels of silver. Now please leave and take your lackeys with you."

Shen Yuanliang supported the stone with one hand and held the blood-stained spear with the other, staring at the neck of the young master of the Wang family with a grim look, as if he would fight to the death if the young master did not agree.

The furious Shen Yuanliang had not completely lost his mind. Having just broken through to the ninth rank, he was still somewhat powerless in the face of the powerful Wang family.

If the young master of the Wang family did not accept his suggestion, Shen Yuanliang would have no choice but to kill him first, and then flee with his mother, Wan'er, sister and Shitou.

"Okay, we'll retreat now!"

The young master of the Wang family, who was frightened by Shen Yuanliang's cold eyes, felt a chill on the back of his neck. An uncontrollable fear surged in his heart and he couldn't stop backing away.

"boom!"

The fear of death filled his heart and eyes, causing the young master of the Wang family to not look at the road, trip over the threshold, and fall flat on his face, covered in dirt and in a miserable state.

Ignoring the pain in his body, the young master of the Wang family rushed out of the Shen family yard without looking back and disappeared from people's sight. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he could no longer see the Shen family's house.

His face turned ashen, and he looked towards the direction of the Shen family's yard with a fierce look in his eyes. His hands holding the folding fan made a creaking sound, and his fingertips turned white. This matter was not over yet.

(End of this chapter)