Water Margin: I am Zhu Biao

Not long after.

The woman brought out a tray, placed a plump chicken and a bowl of mutton on the table, and then said with a charming smile:

"The steamed buns are ready, just a moment. It's freezing cold, young master, would you like a bowl of hot wine to warm yourself up?"

As she spoke, she took out another pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, carefully wiped them with a silk handkerchief tucked into her bosom, and handed them to Zhu Biao.

"The wine in this shop is brewed by me, and it has a unique flavor."

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, revealing her smooth, white cleavage. Zhu Wu couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Thank you for your kindness, madam. I am also very tempted, but unfortunately I am ill and cannot drink alcohol."

Zhu Biao took the chopsticks, pulled out the medicine packet from his satchel, and shook it.

"If the young master won't drink, then I won't drink either."

Zhu Wu also looked away and said curtly.

The woman's smile froze for a moment.

"In that case, young master, and this guest, please enjoy your meal."

She slowly retreated to the cabinet, seemingly looking through the account books, but in reality, her eyes were constantly glancing at Zhu Biao, or more precisely, at the pair of chopsticks in his hand.

However, she was disappointed.

"eat!"

The next moment, Zhu Biao put his chopsticks face down on the table, tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Zhu Wu, while he started gnawing on the other one.

He wolfed down his food, his face covered in oil, and smacked his lips. He didn't have the slightest bit of the airs of a spoiled brat.

Seeing his eating manners, the woman frowned, a hint of disdain gradually rising in her eyes, mixed with a touch of fierceness, but she did not immediately lash out.

She is waiting.

About a third of an incense stick later, Zhu Biao and Zhu Wu had almost finished eating the meat on the table when the curtain was suddenly lifted, and a gust of cold wind blew in.

After the waiter who greeted guests and fed horses entered, he first brushed the snow off his shoulders, then glanced at Zhu Biao with a playful tone.

"Sir, your horses are truly magnificent, made of top-quality military steeds. However, they lack any markings on their bodies."

The Song Dynasty was short of horses, especially racing horses, so the branding system was extremely strict, and military horses often had two or three branding marks on them.

The waiter suddenly changed his tone and shouted:

"Where did this horse come from? You lot, are you horse thieves?"

Upon hearing this, the woman behind the counter suddenly looked up and slammed her hand on the table.

"Then let's stop talking and get started!"

bass!

The waiter's expression suddenly changed, and a short horn knife slid out from each of his sleeves.

Whoosh~

At the same time, several burly men rushed out from the back room of the roadside inn, each wielding a knife and axe, looking fierce and menacing.

However, Zhu Biao was faster than them; while the woman was waiting, he was also waiting.

call out!

Just as the man was about to swing his knife, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and all his strength vanished in an instant. He stared blankly down at the scene.

"Screw you!"

However, before he could see clearly, Zhu Wu kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backward like a broken sack, crashing into the wall.

Without even glancing at the arrow that killed his colleague, Zhu Biao turned around abruptly, flipped the wooden table over with a powerful swing of his hand, and then kicked it in the process.

Boom~

The heavy wooden table crashed horizontally into the burly men. The two who rushed forward the fastest couldn't dodge in time and were knocked to the ground.

call out!

The deadly whistling of arrows rang out once more.

puff!

A burly man with his shirt open and chest hair was pierced in the left eye by a tailless iron arrow, and blood spurted from the back of his head, covering his companion's head and face.

The burly man's remaining right eye was filled with disbelief. He subconsciously swung the thick-backed bone-chopping knife in his hand, and then collapsed with a thud.

With his last hidden arrow still drawn, Zhu Biao suddenly drew his sword, took a step forward, and swung it with all his might.

Ah ~

A man had just pushed aside a wooden table when his right arm was severed at the elbow. He clutched his arm and let out a groan that sounded inhuman.

At this point, there were three enemies left.

One was held back by Zhu Wu's horizontal sword, another had his face covered in blood and was already dazed, and the last one was turning around and running towards the back room.

As for the woman, she was so frightened that she shrank into the tent.

Clearly, she was merely a seductive pretty face, not a ruthless and capable tigress like Sun Erniang.

Without further hesitation, Zhu Biao raised his hand and fired his last arrow, pinning the man who had turned to flee to his death. Then, he rushed forward a few steps and plunged his knife into the chest of the one-armed man.

"Spare me, spare my life!"

The man, his face smeared with blood, finally came to his senses. Seeing Zhu Biao approaching with a knife, he hurriedly dropped his short axe and knelt on the ground with a thud.

laugh!

Zhu Biao ignored him completely, and with a backhand slash, slit his throat.

He couldn't remember who said that, but he wholeheartedly agreed.

Heh~ Heh~

After killing several people, Zhu Biao was exhausted and leaned on his knife, panting heavily.

His eyes were fixed on the battle that Zhu Wu was about to finish, but his peripheral vision was always on guard against the woman behind the counter. If she made any unusual move, he would kill her.

The last man was quite skilled, wielding a knife in his left hand and an axe in his right, with considerable technique. Zhu Wu was slightly inferior to him.

However, his courage waned.

Zhu Biao had slaughtered five people in a flash, and now he was watching them menacingly from the sidelines. The string in his heart snapped.

But in this desperate struggle, he revealed a weakness that Zhu Wu seized upon, slashing his neck with a knife.

However, in his dying spree, he also bit Zhu Wu's shoulder.

"Screw you!"

Enraged, Zhu Wu braced his arms and with a powerful thrust, severed Zhu Wu's head.

The headless corpse rolled to the ground, its neck blood spurting all over the walls and the room. Zhu Wu was still not satisfied and chased after it, wanting to deliver a few more blows.

"That's enough!"

Zhu Biao frowned and stopped him.

"Go quickly to the back room and see if anyone is still there. Be careful and search thoroughly."

"Here you go!"

Zhu Wu glared fiercely at the dead man's head, then clutched his shoulder, picked up his knife, and went to the back room.

Zhu Biao had caught his breath and quickly walked to the door. He first looked around to make sure no one was around and no one had run away.

He then bolted the door shut, turned back to the cabinet, and slammed the blood-stained, chipped knife onto the table with a loud bang.

"Come out! Your lover and all your men are dead."

The woman whimpered and remained motionless, and a foul stench filled the air, which even the strong smell of blood could not mask.

puff!

Zhu Biao's eyes flashed with malice, and he suddenly flipped the blade and plunged it into the table.

"Want to die? I'll grant your wish!"

"No, no, spare me!"

The woman screamed and crawled out, trembling.

Her face, which was not particularly beautiful to begin with, was now streaked with tears and snot, twisted like a vengeful ghost.

Upon seeing the corpses scattered all over the floor and the room filled with crimson, her legs went weak, but her chin was suddenly held in place by a sticky, cold blade.

Trembling, I looked up and met a pair of eyes colder than a blade.

"Where are you hiding the money and travel permits you've amassed in the past?"

Upon hearing this, a calculating glint flashed in the woman's panicked eyes:

"Young master, if I hand over the money, could you... could you spare my life?"

laugh!

Without saying a word, Zhu Biao raised his hand and slashed her arm, blood gushing out instantly.

Ah ~

A few breaths later, the woman came to her senses and screamed in pain, clutching her arms.

"Want to die?"

Zhu Biao flicked his long sword and placed it back against her neck, his eyes sharp.

"No, no, I'll tell you!"

The woman screamed and tried to push the blade away with her hands.

In the backyard of the inn, there are several fairly tidy mud-brick guest rooms. The one in the north wing has a hidden cellar under the bed.

Call ~

Zhu Wu, his shoulders already bandaged, climbed out of the cellar, threw down several bundles of raw silk, wiped his sweat, and panted heavily:

"Young master, there's still a lot of silk and seven or eight baskets of money downstairs. I'll fetch them all right away!"

He spoke excitedly, his big face beaming with a wide grin, looking just like a hungry dog ​​eyeing a bone.

"What are you taking? Can we even take it with us?"

Zhu Biao's face darkened, and he rebuked him angrily:

"I'll say it again, I only want gold, silver, and travel permits!"

"Oh, oh, I understand."

Zhu Wu shrank his neck, glanced reluctantly at the bundles of raw silk on the ground, and then turned and went down into the cellar.

At this moment, the woman, trembling with pain and curled up in the corner, suddenly had a look of wild joy in her lowered eyes.

Only they know what's going on in this shady business. The real money this shady shop has accumulated consists of raw silk and copper coins. Now that the owner is dead, all the employees are gone too.

Once those two murderers leave, won't all these things belong to her?

Just as she was having a good time, a pair of filthy deerskin boots suddenly appeared in front of her. She looked up in surprise and forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Young master~"

She had just opened her mouth when she suddenly felt a chill on her chest, her eyes widened abruptly, and a large clump of black blood spilled from her mouth.

"Even innocent people like drivers, boatmen, innkeepers, and spies should be killed; this is absolutely true."

Zhu Biao drew his knife, glanced at the woman who was staring at him with her eyes wide open, and curled his lip.

"You think I don't kill women? Ha, I'm not some lousy江湖侠客 (jianghu xiong ke, a kind of chivalrous hero). In my 'hometown,' gender equality is the most important thing."

Moments later, as darkness fell, a huge fire broke out at the roadside inn, and the chickens and sheep in the backyard, and the donkeys and mules in the front yard, were startled and scattered in all directions.

Standing by the roadside, Zhu Wu stared blankly at the roadside inn engulfed in flames, his cheeks clenched tightly, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

Deep down, he was still a peasant and couldn't bear to see this kind of scene.

"Let's go! Or perhaps you intend to stay and open a shop here?"

Zhu Biao mounted his horse, frowning as he said, "To be honest, it hurts me too, but I have no choice but to give it up."