Water Margin: I am Zhu Biao

"you!"

Zhu Biao suddenly rushed in front of him, ripped off his hat, grabbed his chin, and stared intently at him.

"Are you the stable boy at Wang's Stewhouse?"

Wangji Inn is the inn where Yue Fei and his son stayed.

This fellow wasn't one of the two who got beaten up, but the one who tended the horses in the backyard. Zhu Biao had met him once when they were getting the horses.

Although it was already dark, the guy had a small tuft of flesh on his cheek, a very distinctive feature, and Zhu Biao recognized him at a glance as soon as his whole face was revealed.

"Yes, yes, sir, I am indeed from Wang Family Inn."

Zhu Biao's eyes widened in fury, as if he wanted to devour someone. He grabbed Zhu Biao by the collar and lifted him up.

"Is the innkeeper from Wangjia Village?"

At this moment, his voice was hoarse, and his mouth tasted rusty.

"Yes, yes."

The man was so frightened that a few drops of foul-smelling fluid dripped from his crotch and landed on Zhu Biao's feet, but he didn't notice.

"Then, how are the Yue family father and son doing?"

He asked in a trembling voice.

"No, I don't know."

puff!

Zhu Biao thrust his gun into his shoulder blade, but it missed a few points, and the tip got stuck in the bone. He was now on the verge of losing control.

"You son of a bitch! You dare to lie to me? I'll skin you alive!"

"Sir, sir, spare my life! I really didn't know! I... I left the shop at almost the same time as you to report the news to the village."

The man was so frightened that he momentarily forgot the pain.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao froze, then trembled, a clear chain appearing in his mind.

The shopkeeper scouted the premises, and the clerk relayed a message. The group of "ghost fire" from Wangjia Village took action. These beasts were ruthless and insane, not even caring about his official position.

So, Yue Fei and his son were stranded at the foot shop.

"what!"

Upon realizing this, Zhu Biao's mind went blank, his pupils instantly turned bloodshot, and he roared like a wild beast. He gripped the gun barrel with both hands and suddenly flicked it upwards at an angle.

Wow!

Before the man could even scream, half of his shoulder, along with his neck and head, were severed off.

"Please~"

Even as his head was being severed, he was still alive and begging for mercy.

Swish!

Zhu Biao kicked away half of his corpse, then swung his spear back, cleaving the chest of the man next to him in two.

puff!

He took another step to the side, flicked his left hand, and the spearhead shot forward like a viper spitting its tongue, finally piercing the heart of the last man.

As they lay dying, they heard a vow more terrifying than death.

"If anything happens to Yue Fei, I swear to slaughter the entire Wang family village, leaving not a single chicken or dog alive!"

Zhu Biao was now like a vengeful ghost, his eyes bloodshot, and he was killing three people with extreme brutality.

Pang Qiutang seemed to have been reminded of some unbearable memories. Her eyes narrowed, her face turned pale, and she subconsciously took a step back.

Da da da! Da da da!

At midnight, when all was quiet, the deserted road was suddenly filled with the sound of horses' hooves, as dense as raindrops.

Charcoal Head, sensing its master's anxiety, mustered all its strength, its four hooves flying like a black gust of wind.

"This cannibalistic world truly drives people to become vengeful ghosts!"

At this moment, although Zhu Biao was extremely anxious, he also regained some of his composure. He freed one hand to wipe away the bloodstains that had congealed into ice crystals on his face and cursed.

To be honest, he could somewhat empathize with Wu Song's feelings when he shed blood at the Mandarin Duck Tower.

When anger reaches its peak and blood is drawn, one can hardly tolerate any living creature; killing anyone in sight is not just an adjective.

He stared blankly at Pang Qiutang for a full five breaths before he finally discerned it.

Zhu Biao turned his head and looked back. It was pitch black behind him. Pang Qiutang had long since disappeared without a trace. He could only vaguely hear the sound of horses' hooves.

"Hmph, that little wench is quick-witted, retreating several feet away. Could it be that Pang Wanchun was once mad?"

Turning back, he reached out and touched Charcoal Head's already sweaty neck, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Charcoal sculptor, keep up the good work! I'll boil you a whole basket of eggs later. Yue Fei can't be allowed to perish here!"

"Hiss~"

Charcoal Head gave the horse a sharp jerk, and it actually sped up a bit more.

Meanwhile, in the backyard of Wang's Foot Shop.

Clang!

The guest room where Yue Fei and his son were staying was suddenly forced open with an iron pick.

The two men who had been beaten during the day, carrying lanterns, knives, and axes, rushed in, surrounding the shopkeeper, with the fat woman following behind.

After Zhu Biao left, they asked all the other guests to leave, and under the pretext of apologizing, they sent Yue Fei a jar of meat soup.

Yue Fei was still young and unaware of the dangers of the world and the fickle nature of human relationships.

After several attempts to refuse, and not wanting to waste the food, he shared it with his father.

"You, you wait, why are you barging in, barging in?"

Yue Fei, who was curled up on the edge of the bed, was startled awake. He struggled to open his eyes, only to be horrified to find that he was powerless to move and even speaking was extremely difficult.

"Why can he still speak?"

The plump woman was startled and shrank back, remembering Yue Fei's divine power during the day.

The shopkeeper remained relatively calm. He instructed his assistant to raise the lantern, took a closer look at Yue Fei, and then chuckled.

"Perhaps the dosage was too low, or maybe that scoundrel Yang added flour again. It doesn't matter, even if he wakes up, he won't be able to move."

Yue Fei felt his mind was completely muddled at this moment, but he still managed to come to his senses.

"You, you dare to harm someone?"

"Heh~"

The shopkeeper pursed his lips and stroked his sparse mustache.

"Originally, I just wanted to swindle a few coins from you, you poor wretch. After all, I didn't want anyone to die in the shop. It would be too troublesome and too unlucky."

He suddenly raised an eyebrow, his tone turning abruptly cold:

"But now, you've made me get beaten up and lose face. I want the money, and I want your life too."

After saying that, he took out a pre-written IOU from his pocket, stamped it with ink, and handed it to the assistant beside him.

"Go, get him and his dad to sign. Oh, and this brat has money on him, find it all."

"Okay."

The man took the item, grinned, casually tucked the short axe into his waistband, and walked towards the bedside.

Snapped!

Upon approaching, he slapped Yue Fei hard across the face.

"You little thief, you think you're so tough? Go ahead and try again!"

"Ha!"

Yue Fei's face suddenly flushed red, and he let out a low roar. With his last bit of strength, he used his head as a hammer and rammed into him.

puff~

Caught off guard, the man was knocked to the ground.

However, Yue Fei also fell off the bed like a limp rag, collapsing to the ground, his body twitching incessantly, unable even to turn over.

The shopkeeper jumped back two steps, and seeing that Yue Fei had no strength left, he jumped up and cursed:

"What a fucking piece of trash! Why don't you just kill him first? Then put your handprint on it?"

"No!"

At this moment, the fat woman suddenly screamed.

"Don't use a knife, hit his head with the back of an axe, otherwise there will be blood everywhere, and I'll have to clean it up in the end!"

"Understood."

The man got up from the ground, mumbled a reply, then rubbed his aching belly, pulled out his short axe, and flipped it over.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the back of Yue Fei's head.

"You son of a bitch! I'll send you to meet the King of Hell right now!"

He had just raised his axe when a muffled rumble of thunder suddenly sounded in the distance. How could there be thunder in the middle of winter? The group of people were stunned for a moment.

In just a moment, the thunder grew louder, as awe-inspiring as a war drum, and the shopkeeper's expression changed instantly.

"That's the sound of horses' hooves! Someone's coming?"

Upon hearing this, the plump woman's eyes lit up:

"Honey, did that scoundrel Lai Wu rush back overnight? That pretty boy is a real catch. Heh, I'll be able to get a new hairpin before the New Year."

The shopkeeper's forehead was covered in sweat.

"No, impossible! Lai Wu doesn't have such good riding skills, and our old horse isn't that fast either."

Then he turned to his two men:

"Never mind them for now, you all go out and check it out."

The henchman, who was about to kill Yue Fei with an axe, declined, saying:

"Shopkeeper, it's so late, they're probably just passing by a courier."

As they spoke, the sound of hooves approached like thunder. Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a loud shout suddenly rang in their ears.

"break!"

Outside the foot shop, Zhu Biao straightened up on his horse, raised his ten-foot-long iron spear high, and Tan Tou also suddenly reared up.

boom!

The next instant, the spear, carrying immense force, cleaved down like a giant axe, shattering the wooden fence like paper in an instant.

Hey!

With a heavy slam of his hooves, Tan Tou sent Zhu Biao rushing into the courtyard. His hands were covered in blood, and his arms were in excruciating pain, but he was completely oblivious to it.

He spurred his horse toward the backyard, roaring as he went:

"Big Brother! Third Brother is here! Is Big Brother here? Come back to me quickly!"

Pfft!

The two shop assistants were terrified, the shopkeeper staggered, and the fat woman fell to the ground with a thud.

"Waaaaah~"

Yue Fei lay prone on the ground, letting out a sob.