Chapter 67 Dare I ask who is Thief Xin?
Han Qiniang’s words were too exaggerated, but because of her nervousness, she couldn’t explain them clearly.
Xin Zhuo simply walked out of the cave carrying the folding gilt gun he seized from Song Dongxi.
The autumn sun is rising, the mountains in the east are undulating, and the withered forest sea is shining with dazzling light in the sun. The roaring waves in the forest sea are so chaotic that it is hard to hear clearly, but it is not only harsh, but also makes people feel trance-like. .
At this time, the old, weak, women and children in Menghu Village were panicking and packing up their bedding and pots and pans, looking like a scene of imminent disaster.
On the east side of the mountain, Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, Han Jiulang and Xiao Huang stood in a row, staring blankly down the mountain, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
This is... how many people are here?
Xin Zhuo walked over in surprise. Cui Ying'er and others turned around, their faces turned pale, and they got out of the way: "The boss."
Xin Zhuo nodded and looked down the mountain, unable to help but feel My heart trembled.
I saw below that the mountains and fields were densely packed with people, as close as the foot of the mountain, as far away as the opposite valley, the official road eight miles away, in the woods, mountain cols, and riversides, all of them!
Even further away, on the mountain road that looks like sheep intestines and has no end, there are still people arriving one after another.
Once the number of people exceeds a hundred, there is a sea of people. There are more than a thousand or ten thousand people in front of you?
The shouts, footsteps, and the swaying of the mountains and forests are perfectly compatible, and even present a strange momentum that makes people feel insignificant and inferior.
No wonder Han Qiniang said, "Millions of people came to attack us." This is no longer a unit of quantity, but a description of great fear.
……
Standing at the front at the foot of the mountain were naturally hundreds of reinforcement masters from the four major families, all of them looking cold and murderous.
Following them were a group of young men from Jiang Hezhu and respectable people in the city, plus Murong Yunxi and other young men from aristocratic families who were not high in martial arts and came to watch the fun.
Shangguan Fan Qing, along with his maid Haitang and Sun Dalu, the owner of Jingou Casino, stood in an inconspicuous position in the corner.
“Which one is Xin Zhuo?”
This is a common question for all people who don’t know Xin Zhuo’s appearance.
When they left the city, everyone was valiant and high-spirited. They had great ambitions to immediately kill Xin Zhuo and his gang as soon as they met, and at the same time wipe out the Tiger Village, and eliminate the bandits in Fulong Mountain in one fell swoop.
Just as we drove down the 200-mile journey, our ambitions were worn away little by little. Many people turned around and went back, many people fell behind, and even more people were exhausted, confused, and didn’t know where to come. What to do.
When they finally arrived at their destination and saw a row of bandits appearing on the mountain, everyone was more curious than killing the bandits to satisfy their hatred.
It is no exaggeration to say that Xin Zhuo, in just one month, rose from an unknown person to a huge reputation, robbed the prefect's daughter, faced thousands of policemen, and defeated The studious master, the master, calmly escaped from being surrounded by the masters of the four major families, and then caught him, causing most people in the city to go bankrupt. This is simply not what a normal bandit can do.
This undoubtedly left a great shock and a touch of mystery to Fufeng Yifu.
The image of this guy has been imagined countless times by many people, but it is nothing more than a green face with fangs, a bloody mouth, nine feet tall, ferocious and domineering, etc.
The two female thieves standing on the mountain are obviously not him. They have the wrong gender, so they are excluded!
Murong Xiu, that’s not right either!
Little yellow dog, don’t think about it.
There are three left, a thin monkey, a thin-bodied greenhead who doesn’t fit the image, and the last one-eyed dragon...
It's somewhat consistent! It's just...
He's fierce enough, but he doesn't have the spirit of a bastard. He looks like an ordinary, rude and uncultured bandit in a drama who hacks people randomly. It's not too bad that such a person has defeated so many masters. Ya, disappointing.
At this time, the thieves on the mountain made a way, and the words "big boss" were passed down.
Ah, it turns out that the rightful owner is not here, but the rightful owner is here.
Everyone looked at it intently, feeling inexplicably nervous and excited in their hearts.
Then, he saw a young man with a tall and straight figure, long hair randomly tied up in loose ends, and handsome features.
The dark crowd fell silent for a moment.
This...
He is quite handsome, but what is going on? The kid next door?
However, this image is completely different in the eyes of others. "Is it him?"
"Why is it him?"
"This..."
Jiang Hezhu, Murong Yunxi, Sun Dalu, including some of the ticket holders at Zuixin Tower that night , all with varying degrees of shock on their faces.
Although Xin Zhuo no longer looks like Mr. Yujia, it is not difficult to recognize him.
"What him?" Someone nearby asked in confusion.
Murong Yunxi was the first to scream: "It's that big pig's hoof! The guy who left poems in Zuixinlou and kidnapped the oiran, he is Xin Zhuo. I really misjudged him!"
The crowd automatically ignored the strange subjective description in her language, and was even more shocked by the two poems and the oiran she said!
Wrote "Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is over, brush off your clothes and hide your merits and fame." The person who made the heroic words is actually Xin Zhuo, the king of thieves?
Walking into Fucheng at night is like entering a deserted land?
So brilliant in literary talent?
Is there anything more ridiculous than this?
"Miss Su, are you sure he is Xin Zhuo?"
The shock on Jiang Hezhu's face has not faded. He looked at the absolute authoritative person not far away. He was surrounded by a group of guards and the prefect. Su Miaojin, surrounded by her son Su Zefeng.
Yes, Su Miaojin also came. I don’t know what the reason was, but she wanted to take a look.
Without waiting for Su Miaojin's reply, Su Zefeng immediately said angrily: "Who else could it be but him? This Xinzhuo dog thief turned into ashes, and I recognize him."
After receiving the affirmative answer, everyone was a little confused. At a loss.
At this moment, on the mountain, King Xin, who was very inconsistent with the legend, suddenly had a tiger-skin chair brought in, and he sat down calmly.
There are no exaggerated rhetoric or murderous words. Just sitting like this, facing the courage of hundreds of thousands of people, makes people feel a little trembling——
This young man It’s Xin Thief for sure!
...
Completely different from the thoughts of the people down the mountain, the atmosphere on the mountain was very awkward.
Xin Zhuo's legs are actually a little shaky. He sits on the tiger-skin chair, not to show off, but to save face.
Even though I have just broken through the seventh level, integrated the skills, and am confident that I can give it a try when meeting a seventh level master, what is the situation in front of me?
Although there are thousands of people, I will go?
To take the head of a general from among thousands of armies?
Which grandson said, come and try it yourself?
"The boss, that's too exaggerated." Cui Ying'er was as calm as ever, but her voice was trembling slightly at this time, "We..."
Murong Xiu also rubbed his hands nervously, his expression Wanwan: "Although...we are not bad, but the enemy is strong and we are weak, the gap is too big, why don't we escape?"
"Yes, so scared." Han Qiniang also walked carefully behind her boss .
Don't worry, my legs are weak, please give me some time.
Xin Zhui did not say these words, and changed them to: "Don't panic..."
The thieves immediately looked at him with blood and passion, as if they were waiting for something,
Nothing left.
Huang Dagui swallowed dryly: "The boss, didn't you say half a sentence, that... seven versus one million, the advantage is mine!"
Xin Zhuo's mouth twitched: "Bullshit!"
I will never pretend to do this.
Looking at the crowd at the foot of the mountain, he could naturally see that there were not only warriors, but also strong women and children, merchants, and street gangsters. This made him a little confused. Why were there so many people? What went wrong?
The people of the Four Families love the people like sons and are respected by all people? Then there won’t be so many people coming, right?
No more production and no more living?
"Xin Zhuo!"
A cold and stern cry suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain.
(End of this chapter)