Poison Demon Immortal

Chapter 23 The Strongman Zhang Biao
"Let's go." Jiuji turned around and left with Xiaocui.

Although Zhang Biao didn't say the name of the Gu, he clearly reminded Xiao Cui that to raise the Gu, he must eat the pig's body.

And Zhang Biao will not be in Liuyang Town after tonight.

Why is he leaving?
And where did that Gu egg come from?
Recalling what Taoist Wen said, Jiuji smiled unconsciously.

He may have already figured out the cause and effect. If this is the case, then something big will definitely happen tonight.

After Jiuji and Xiaocui left, Zhang Biao started to tidy up the house.

There is nothing to pack.

The pork shop and the yard are rented out, as for the money shop, there is nothing left at all.

What's more, tonight he will vote for as much silver as he wants, but it's a pity that he doesn't have a storage bag, even if a thousand taels of silver is placed in front of him, he can take away at most 50 taels.

Instead of bringing money, it is better to bring more pork jerky. It will not be a day or two to settle down in other towns, and life will inevitably be a little troublesome.

After some preparations...

Holding a long butcher's knife, Zhang Biao opened the door and left the pork shop, heading straight to Pan's house.

At this time, the door of Pan's house was closed, and Zhang Biao didn't intend to go through the door.

Zhang Biao sprinted, jumped over the low wall, and then jumped into the yard.

If the Zhang family is a wealthy family, then the Pan family is simply extravagant.

Even in the middle of the night, Pan's house is brightly lit.

When Zhang Biao jumped into the yard, the two warriors had already discovered Zhang Biao.

"Where did the gangsters come from?" Two warriors rushed up with sticks in their hands.

I saw the wooden stick smashed down on the head.

Bang!
Zhang Biao raised his hand to catch it, and with a strong backhand, he threw away the martial artist who was swinging the stick, both man and stick.

Then a lunge.

puff!

The three-foot-long ox ear sharp knife pierced a warrior's stomach.

The martial artist looked at the bloody long knife and pulled it out from his stomach, his face full of disbelief.

He is just a servant who receives one or two taels of silver a month, he is just a warrior, why should he face such a powerful enemy...

Then a huge force came, and the martial artist was kicked away by Zhang Biao on the spot.

The sound of fighting and shouting here immediately surrounded seven or eight warriors, and the leader was Li Song, the warrior with the highest monthly salary.

Seeing Zhang Biao's bloody appearance, Li Song was also terrified.

"Zhang Biao! You broke into a private house, do you still have Wang Fa in your eyes?" Li Song asked loudly.

"Hahahaha..." Zhang Biao laughed wildly.

"Wang Fa? If that thing is useful, what are you doing with a stick in your hand?"

Faced with Zhang Biao's ridicule, Li Song still did not dare to step forward.

But if Li Song didn't step forward, the seven or eight warriors behind him didn't dare to step forward either.

A raging soldier, and a raging nest.

Without martial courage, no matter how high the martial arts are, it is useless.

"The injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner. I don't want to kill you. Where is Widow Li? I will kill you and leave." Zhang Biao said bluntly.

"You pig butcher is too arrogant. You even opened your mouth to kill the third lady. How can the Pan family allow you to be arrogant? Brothers follow me!" Li Song roared, swung his stick, and threw it out. A strong wind, however, only took a step forward, but did not intend to continue forward.

And the seven or eight warriors following Li Song looked at Li Song in unison, waiting for him to charge.

"Damn it, this money is really good money." Zhang Biao picked up the Wu Fu who was stabbed to death by him, and threw it out like a sandbag.

Li Song blocked with a horizontal stick, but was thrown into the air by a human sandbag, and then Zhang Biao started to run towards a tall building he had observed.

The master's family is distinguished and must live in a high-rise building. Only servants and servants live in low-rise bungalows.

Li Song, who was smashed into the air, stood up again with a carp. His body was stained with the blood of his colleagues. At first glance, he seemed to be stained with the blood of the enemy.

"Follow me quickly to protect Madam!" Li Song rushed out again, and seven or eight warriors followed Li Song towards the tall building.

Zhang Biao rushed up to the tall building in a few steps, and climbed to the top of the building to have a look.

wrong.

The room was full of dust, not at all residential.

Zhang Biao jumped down from the second floor, just in front of Li Song.

"Yeah!" Li Song yelled strangely, his fear actually made him overcome his timidity, and he hit Zhang Biao head-on.

Bang!
The stick hit, not only hit, but also hit Zhang Biao's head.

A pear-blossom stick was unexpectedly broken by force, but Zhang Biao raised the butcher's knife in his hand as if nothing had happened.

puff!

After a knife.

Li Song's intestines flowed out.

Bang!
Zhang Biao kicked his leg up.

Li Song, died.

The strongest martial artist in the Pan Mansion is not the enemy of the butcher.

"It's a martial artist!"

"Zhang Biao is definitely a martial artist!"

"Run away."

The warriors present rushed away, and Zhang Biao walked towards the second two-story building with a bloody butcher's knife.

"Ah! Ah! Ah...don't come here!"

Meng Yuniang, who was wearing her pajamas and was about to flee for her life, just ran into Zhang Biao who was carrying a butcher's knife. She was frightened and screamed again and again.

However, Zhang Biao did not kill her, but asked calmly, "Where does Widow Li live?"

Meng Yuniang pointed to the small building next door.

Without saying a word, Zhang Biao turned around and climbed up the small building.

Meng Yuniang turned around and ran away.

Meng Yuniang didn't lie just now, Li Huixiu did live in that small building.

This is not because Meng Yuniang betrayed her sisters, but because people are unable to think under extreme fear.

Meng Yuniang never dreamed that Zhang Biao, a naive looking young man, would kill someone without even frowning.

This kind of killer lives in Liuyang Town, how could there be such a killer in this small town?
Meng Yuniang just wants to run for her life now...

"Forgive me! I'll give you money. I'm your aunt. Let me go. My aunt is willing to be with you..."

From the small building behind her, Li Huixiu's miserable cry for help came.

"No!"

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Apparently that widow, Li Huixiu, also confessed.

On the small building.

Zhang Biao wiped the butcher's knife clean in a calm manner, then found a few taels of silver in the room, turned around and left.

Zhang Biao didn't find Li Huixiu's silver treasure chest, otherwise the harvest would not be so small, but it's useless if he found out, he couldn't leave with the treasure chest on his shoulders.

After Zhang Biao murdered, he swaggered away from the main entrance, and then went straight to the post station.

The horse breeder at the post station was an old man who had bought meat from a pork shop before, but this old man was stingy and only bought the cheapest pig intestines every time.

"I want a good horse." Zhang Biao said directly.

"Leading the horse must be ordered by Ting Zhang." The old man who raised the horse didn't even lift his eyelids when he replied.

Zhang Biao put the shining butcher's knife on the old man's neck.

"Do you want me to chop you up?"

"Er...the horses in the station are all yours, you can lead them as you like." The old man said hastily.

"You are wise." Zhang Biao led a good horse, got on the horse, and left overnight.

In the Pan residence.

Those warriors who were killed and retreated by the strongman Zhang Biao actually came to the government office, and the warrior Guo Chuan beat the drum of injustice.

The yamen servant on duty opened the door cursingly. When he saw a group of warriors, he thought they were coming to capture the yamen.

"My lord! The big thing is not good."

"Pan Mansion was pierced by Zhang Biao!"

"Both wives were killed by Zhang Biao!"

"That Zhang Biao is most likely a martial artist."

"He is a master martial artist who hides his name and hides in a small town like ours. It's a trap!"

A group of warriors were crying for their fathers and mothers, apparently terrified by that Zhang Biao.

(End of this chapter)