Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 4: Revenge!

boom! Click!

The dull sound of impact echoed in the temple.

"Uh...uh...it's you...that's the problem..."

The young man in the khaki cotton coat suddenly opened his eyes with pain and astonishment.

The freak that he and his brother had chased away yesterday hadn't frozen to death in the snowy night.

The intense pain and feeling of suffocation made him instinctively cover his throat.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold, and his other hand had already clenched into a fist, hitting his throat hard.

boom!
"Freak, you're looking for death!"

Howling accompanied by the dazzling flash of swords exploded in the ancient temple.

At some point, a relatively strong young man in a gray robe stood up.

Holding the knife in one hand, he slashed towards Zhang Yuanzhu's neck at high speed.

The boy's face was filled with anger and murderous intent. When he glanced at his brother lying on the ground, the knife flashed even faster.

The beggar's head was slightly tilted, his bloodstained face unable to make out his changing expression, only his double pupils were strange and mysterious.

琢！
It was like a knife cutting bluestone, leaving only a shallow blood mark on the neck.

In an instant, the anger on the gray-robed boy's face turned into dullness.

Such a scene was beyond his imagination.

Zhang Yuanzhu had already retracted his fists.

He exerted force with his feet and thrust his body forward, knocking the gray-robed boy to the ground.

At the same time, he spread out the five fingers of his right hand and quickly stabbed them into his eyes.

Bang!Bang!
The boy's eyeballs exploded, and blood mixed with an unknown liquid slid down his fingers.

Zhang Yuanzhu used his other hand to hold the blade tightly, preventing it from stabbing his body.

Ah ~
The shrill wails echoed throughout the temple. Beggars woke up from their sleep and looked at the scene in front of them in horror.

Zhang Yuanzhu ignored the bloody cut on his left palm and pulled out the finger that was inserted into his eye socket.

He clenched his fist and hit the opponent's neck like raindrops.

The struggle beneath the body became more intense.

But as time passed, the struggle and roar began to weaken until they disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up, and an unconcealable joy welled up in his heart.

He can live better.

His eyes dropped to look at the dagger that the enemy had held tightly until his death.

The knife was only three feet long, the blade was covered in rust, the edge was full of notches, and the handle was wrapped in linen.

This is an extremely worn and broken dagger, but it can still be called a weapon and is enough to kill people.

He reached out his hand and pried open the other person's fingers that were tightly gripping the knife handle.

Hold the dagger in your palm.

He stood up, holding the knife in both hands, and looked at the beggars who stood up one by one around him.

They are either frightened, cunning, or silent.
No one left, and no one came forward. All the beggars who could walk here alive had experienced all kinds of hardships.

Death and killing are nothing?
Zhang Yuanzhu placed the tip of the knife downwards against the corpse's neck and exerted force suddenly.

Stab it!

The neck was instantly cut in half, killing the person completely without any recurrence.

Amidst the splattering blood, a gentle voice slowly came out.

"Brother Ma, you tried to kill me last night by taking advantage of the snowstorm."

"I killed these two people today because of a personal vendetta. It has nothing to do with you."

As the words floated, Zhang Yuanzhu drew out his dagger and slowly stepped back.

He came to another still twitching body and slashed the dagger straight at the neck, killing it.

"I'll take care of this body. You can decide for yourself what to do with the remaining one."

After saying that, Zhang Yuanzhu dragged the body of Ma's brother to the corner and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Quietly watching the beggars with different expressions.

For people like them at the bottom of society, a corpse is worth a lot. Whether it is the cotton clothes or the hair on the corpse, they are all things to keep warm.

And I was so hungry...

For a moment, the entire temple fell into silence. The beggars looked at the corpses on the ground, and then looked at the child sitting cross-legged with a knife.

A moment later, a middle-aged beggar with a thin body and disheveled hair walked out first, came to the body, and took off his gray cotton coat. Instantly, other beggars swarmed over and began to snatch items from the body.

Finally, the naked corpse was dragged out of the ancient temple and no one knew where it was taken.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the scene in front of him, his eyes becoming increasingly calm.

Start treating the wounds on your body.

First, they cut open the corpse's clothes, took out the straw and wool used for warmth, and then tore off a few strips of cloth.

Place straw, fluff, and other debris on the neck, palms, and other wounds, then tie a cloth strip to stop the bleeding.

Such a crude method is absolutely suicidal under normal circumstances, and the wound is very likely to become infected and fester.

Fortunately, he has other means.

Holding the jade token tightly in his hand, he whispered in his heart:
'Control!'

In an instant, the order to welcome the troops disappeared, and a sharp bluestone appeared in his palm.

The inexplicable energy surged again, nourishing every part of the body.

Call ~
After exhaling a breath of foul air, Zhang Yuanzhu leaned against the corner of the wall, and his tense muscles began to relax.

In an instant, fatigue and soreness spread throughout my muscles.

Fortunately, it has the [Features] to nourish the body, and the fatigue and soreness are slowly disappearing.

Time passed by bit by bit, and one beggar after another walked out of the temple and began to beg on the streets of the city.

Zhang Yuanzhu always sat cross-legged in the corner, looking at the beggars vigilantly.

By noon, the sun was high in the sky.

He was the only one left in the temple, and he took out the steamed buns left over from the morning from his arms.

He ate in small bites to replenish his energy.

Soon, the steamed bun was swallowed up, and he carefully looked around to make sure there was no one around.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and tilted his body slightly to block the dagger in his hand.

A thought.

The dagger disappeared and the order to welcome the troops appeared.

Deep in the soul, in front of the green leaves, the mirror woven by mysterious divine light has changed.

Palm Control: [Ordinary] Short Sword (Attribute: Soul)
"soul?"

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, which was a trait he had never seen before.

I stretched out my hand and placed it in front of my eyes, and a very familiar feeling arose.

Put your five fingers together and chop down suddenly.

Tear!

The air was torn apart, the palm slashed across, and finally stopped an inch on the ground.

An invisible strong wind blew up the dust and scattered it everywhere.

There were ripples in the depths of his eyes. This was the most basic chopping move in the sword technique.

Such extreme speed is definitely not something that he, who has never learned swordsmanship, can achieve with a palm knife.

At this moment, he seemed to understand what "Po" was.

"Is it the experience of someone who has used this knife before?"

Zhang Yuanzhu guessed in his mind and followed his instinct to chop continuously.

Every chopped blow was like a veteran knife user swinging a long sword.

The child's mouth curled up slightly, now he finally had some ability to protect himself.

And this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that, unlike the [Characteristics] of hardness and health, knife skills can be learned.

It is much easier to infer the process based on the result than to learn knife skills from scratch.

The thoughts in his mind did not affect Zhang Yuanzhu's palm movements.

Keep chopping and slicing, feeling every detail.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun casts a layer of red film over the sky and the earth.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the beggars returning from begging outside the temple and stopped chopping with his palms.

Replace the short sword in your hand with the order to welcome the troops.

Holding the knife in one hand, he stood up and chopped straight forward.

brush!
A flash of knife light passed by, white and cold.

(End of this chapter)