Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 2 You don't want your family to get hurt, do you?
Those who often kill people know that if there is a massive hemorrhage from the carotid artery, the person will go into shock in less than two and a half minutes, and will die within ten minutes if there is no emergency treatment for blood loss.

Li Mu patiently counted to a hundred seconds until the bandits were completely silent, then he drew his knife.

There were a few sizzling sounds as the knife was pulled out, and warm blood plasma splashed all over his body, with a strong fishy smell irritating his nasal cavity.

He used a knife to wipe off the blood on the thief's body. The slippery blood affected the battle.

Eliminating one bandit would only resolve the crisis temporarily. Sooner or later, bandits would break into the house to search for their companions. What Li Mu had to do now was to expel all the bandits from the village.

He put away the clean knife and picked up the thief's personal knife.

As if remembering something, he picked up the wooden lid of the iron pot and held it in his hand as a shield.

Before leaving, Li Mu instructed the girl under the bed, "The thief in the room is dead. Don't make a sound and wait for me to come back."

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The layout of the village was disorganized, with low and narrow thatched houses. The only wooden building looked like a public warehouse for storing grain. Several strong men were walking out carrying bags of grain.

Dozens of men, young and old, gathered in the village open space, kneeling on the ground, and from time to time someone would let out a wail for mercy.

The other group consisted of about ten people, led by a strong man with a full beard. They were all arrogant and held machetes and spears in their hands.

"Your Majesty, please be merciful. Last year, our village suffered a disaster, and the harvest was only 60% to 70% of what it usually is. We all rely on this little bit of food to survive the famine. I beg you shopkeepers to give us a way out!"

The old man in the village knelt on the ground and kowtowed, trying to awaken the last bit of compassion in the bandits' hearts.

The surrounding villagers, young and old, also wailed in low voices. If they paid grain as a "tribute" of 70%, most of the grain on hand would be consumed, and it would be difficult to survive until the summer wheat harvest.

"Do I sound like I'm joking?" The leading thief raised his knife and smacked the old man in the face, frightening him so much that his entire body stiffened. "When I tell you to pay tribute, just be quiet. If you keep nagging me, I'll kill your whole family!"

As soon as these words were spoken, several vicious thieves stepped forward with knives in hand. The villagers who had come forward to beg for mercy immediately stepped back a few steps, all lowered their heads dejectedly, and slowly turned around, trying to overcome the despair of losing their food.

Several bandits walked out of the thatched hut, carrying large and small straw bags on their shoulders.

"Your Majesty, please spare my life!"

A shrill scream was heard, and a farmer with a sad face suddenly ran out from behind the bandit.
"This is our family's crops, you can't take it away!"

The latter rushed to the feet of the bandit who was carrying food, pulled at his trouser legs, and begged him with tears and snot to leave some food.

"court death!"

The bandit with a violent look on his face spat in disgust, raised his foot and kicked the begging villager to the ground, as if he was kicking away a stone blocking the road.

The farmer's wife screamed, ran out and threw herself beside her husband, crying and calling out.

Her skinny child staggered to the door. His little head was unable to comprehend the current situation, but he felt sad instinctively. He pouted his mouth and burst into tears.

A bandit looked in the direction of the sound and immediately locked his eyes on the housewife crying bitterly.

"Ouch!"

The thief whistled excitedly, his eyes gleaming green. He raised an eyebrow at his comrades and said casually, "Wait a minute, brothers, let's go rob someone..."

The thief twisted the machete, and the shining blade reflected his grinning and greedy face.

Seeing the thief approaching with ill intentions, the young woman felt that something bad was going to happen.

The moment the thief's big hand clamped her arm, a series of bad associations appeared in her mind. The woman struggled with all her strength, her feet rubbing on the mud.

"Ahhh! Help!" the woman screamed miserably. She glanced at her husband who was suffering from internal injuries on the ground, and then looked at the men in her fellow village.

But everyone who met her eyes would look away in shame.

The injured husband stood up and tried to take his wife back, but was pinned to the ground by the bandits who had arrived.

"Juan'er!"

"The boss!"

"Don't move! You don't want your man and your kid to be beaten to death by us, do you?"

Under the verbal threat of the strong man, the wife looked up at her husband and children and gradually lost her struggle and resistance.

Just as he was about to be dragged into the hut and face an "accident", a loud and powerful scolding suddenly rang out.

"Let go of that woman!"

When the bandits heard the sound, they looked and saw a young man standing dozens of steps away, holding a knife and a pot lid in his hands.

"Where did this brat come from to try to get ahead? He's looking for death!"

The thief let go of the struggling woman, just like throwing away a tired toy. Now he has his eyes on a new toy, and he wants the young man to pay a heavy price.

The other thieves were also quite excited and looked at the young man with great interest.

He'd robbed so many villages, only to encounter submissive cowards. Today, for the first time, he'd seen a young man who dared to resist. He even had a machete in his hand, like a veteran of the battlefield. But no matter how energetic the young man was, how could he defeat twenty "outlaws" by himself?
The thieves secretly cursed the young man for overestimating his own abilities. A punch from each of the heroes present was enough to paralyze him on one side of his body.

The villagers around him also felt that the young man was in great danger. Although it was admirable that he dared to stand up alone, showing off his ability in such a critical moment was not the best strategy. Saving his life was the most important thing.

After all, there is only one life.

"Since you dare to stand up, you should know what's going to happen, right?"

Several bandits looked at each other and surrounded him with knives in hand. They wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys in front of the villagers.

However, just as the bandits were about ten steps away from the young man, they suddenly stopped in their tracks, as if they had hit an invisible wall of air.

As the bandits retreated a few steps, revealing the view between their bodies, the villagers closest to them witnessed a sight they would never forget.

A round object wrapped in cloth slowly emerged from the ground, like bamboo shoots rapidly breaking through the soil after rain, one, two, three...

One after another, strong men with cloth-bound hair buns and simple clothes broke out of the ground. Each of them had his eyes closed, but used his hands and feet to drill out of the solid soil surface, holding weapons such as knives, guns, sticks and clubs in his hands.

Sand and dust slid off the "underground man", as if a heroic spirit that had been sleeping for hundreds of years crawled out of a cemetery, and the broken ground soil beneath it miraculously recovered after a moment.

At first, the thieves at the back were confused when they saw the brothers in the front row stop, and they all rushed forward.

When they saw dozens of "bodies" appearing out of thin air, they began to think, then became shocked, and finally their brains were overwhelmed by fear.

A young man actually summoned dozens of strong soldiers armed with weapons invisibly!

This is no longer an ordinary person, he is simply a master who can turn beans into soldiers!
The bandits who saw the "weirdness" underground all felt their legs go weak and their spirits were shocked. Their heads between their shoulders tilted back involuntarily, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, and their eyes were opened as wide as cow eyes.

Even the villagers around who had been submissive were attracted by the thief's strange behavior and cast curious glances at him.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Li Mu, and they all witnessed the astonishing scene of dozens of strong men crawling out from the ground.

The nearest bandit had tears rolling down his eyes, and a whimpering, shocked roar escaped his throat.

"Ahhh! Monster! Monster!"

The machete in his hand slipped to the ground, and the thief turned around and ran away while shouting that the monster was eating people.

Several thieves looked crazy, as if they were frightened out of their souls by the shocking scene. They fled frantically, ignoring the puzzled looks of their brothers behind them.

The bandit who had previously cursed Li Mu for seeking death turned pale, his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and he even forgot to take a step to escape.

Some even knelt down decisively, slapped themselves madly, and kowtowed to the "Heavenly Master" and shouted that they were blinded by greed, had offended the Heavenly Master's holy body, and begged for forgiveness from the Heavenly Master.

The shouts of surprise caused the thieves and villagers to kneel down.

The villagers in the back row who didn't see the details clearly were at a loss, but their neighbors all knelt, and most of the bandits also knelt.

He also saw that there were suddenly dozens of strong men holding weapons around the young man who was obviously alone, and he roughly guessed what was going on.

Even if there is no "magical power" or "Taoist magic", a guy with dozens of fighting forces is not easy to mess with.

Some people kowtowed with a look of fear, some recited a mixture of Buddhist and Taoist teachings with a pious look, and some did not know what to say, but were just horrified by the terrifying power of the Heavenly Master's "transformation" and followed other villagers in trying their best to show their respect.

The flat open space was filled with people kneeling down, and only a few bandits who walked out of the thatched huts one after another looked confused.

Although they heard shouts coming from outside, they did not witness the "horrifying scene" of dozens of grown men crawling out of the mud, so they lost much of their awe of the so-called Heavenly Master.

"What happened?" He put down the bag of grain on his shoulder and grabbed a villager like a chicken.

"The Heavenly Master! The Heavenly Master has arrived!"

The villager's previous timidity was gone, his face filled with fanatical piety. He raised his hand and pointed at the young man with sword and shield not far away, and occasionally waved, indicating that he should kneel down and worship as well.

The thief looked up and saw that dozens of armed men standing still had their eyes closed. Only the one in the front row was looking proudly at the villagers kneeling on the ground in front of him.

The thief felt a sense of disgust for no reason, a sense of betrayal that he had just submitted to his own villagers, but now he had to submit to others.

Even the "heroes" who had robbed the village together crouched over tremblingly, whispering to him to run away, claiming that this "evil Taoist" had such high cultivation that he could even summon soldiers in public.

The villagers saw the savior's fanaticism with their eyes, and the brothers were full of nonsense.

The thief cursed, "Nonsense! Crazy! Totally crazy!"

The thief didn't believe in gods or Buddhas at all. He kicked the possessed villager in front of him to the ground. The movement immediately attracted the young man's attention.

The young man raised his knife and yelled, "The thief is right in front of us, kill him!"

At the command, dozens of strong men who had their eyes closed suddenly opened their eyes, muttering obscure words such as "I don't know what's going to happen, but we can start killing", "This game is too real", "There will be a skirmish at the beginning", "I want to get the first kill", etc.

They were like a pack of hungry wolves, brandishing knives, guns, sticks and clubs, passing through the kneeling crowd and pouncing on the prey that had already been marked.

"Hahaha, I'll take the experience pack!"

(End of this chapter)