With a certain mind, Yang Qianming recovered from his memories.

Leaving the lively crowd, Yang Qianming slowly disappeared into the darkness. The dark yellow glow to Yang Qianming's body surface bloomed slightly, and the wisdom in his body quietly shielded the surrounding interference. After a period of exploration, Yang Qianming had a general understanding of all the cultivators in the city today.

There are now 10,000 soldiers from the first order to the ninth order in Yuanshui City, 200 in the early stage of the Martial Emperor, 60 in the middle of the Martial Emperor, 17 in the peak of the Martial Emperor, 30 in the middle of the Martial Saint, 7 in the early stage of the Martial Saint, 3 in the middle of the Martial Saint, and 2 in the peak of the Martial Saint.

After investigating this result, Yang Qianming was very uneasy, because there were so many strong people in this small Yuanshui City, which was a result that Yang Qianming never imagined.

Those people before the Martial Saint Yang Qianming can be ignored, but the lineup of seven Martial Saints plus three Martial Saints in the middle stage and two Martial Saints at the peak really makes Yang Qianming feel like he is on pins and needles.

If Yang Qianming is single, it is no exaggeration to say that no one is his opponent, but all of them together will be a great loss to Yang Qianming. Because Yang Qianming is an executioner who lives in the shadows, it is already taboo to fight head-on with people, and if he still faces many enemies at the same time, then he has no chance of winning.

"It seems that you still have to be careful!" Although I don't know if so many masters were invited by Zhang Tong, Yang Qianming is still very cautious to keep his best condition at all times to deal with any sudden things.

In the northwest of Yuanshui City, no less than 100 people gathered. I saw them wearing armor and guarding a mansion at all times. The decoration of this mansion is extraordinary, and on the plaque of the vermilion lacquer top pillar at the main entrance, the name is written with two gilded characters, Zhangfu.

"I've got a trick up tonight, if you let a refugee get into the house, see if I don't want your dog's head!" In front of the two hundred family members, a middle-aged man with a round intestine was talking, looking at his valuable gown, even under the moonlight, he couldn't hide the expensive luster.

As the man was talking, suddenly five or six ragged refugees came straight to the main entrance, shouting incessantly, "Give us back the money for food! That's the money for your life! Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

As soon as he saw that these refugees were coming straight to him, the fat man was instantly furious: "Where did you come from!

Although he was very angry on his face, the fat man was extremely flustered in his heart. Because if he was informed of this matter by Zhang, he, the housekeeper, would not want to mix in Zhang's mansion.

When the refugees saw that the fat man did not buy it, they naturally refused to listen to him, and their progress did not stop in the slightest, and after a few steps they were less than five paces away from the two hundred family members.

"Wow!" A hundred white lights flashed in an instant, and two hundred family members showed their long swords at the same time, ready to kill these refugees who still wanted to continue to move forward.

The fat man, on the other hand, leaned on the threshold with a gloating expression on his face, waiting for the bloody performance that was about to take place.

"You don't let people live, even if you lower the price of grain, you even robbed the money, and I have to ask you for an explanation for what you say today!" A relatively sturdy refugee rolled up his sleeves and suddenly rushed towards the door.

Looking at the refugees who were facing their position, the family raised his sword and slashed horizontally, without even frowning.

White light flashed, and a fresh human head tumbled to the ground, scarlet blood staining the ground. When the remaining four refugees saw such a scene, their faces were shocked and they trembled with fear.

"Run, they're taking their lives!" shouted one of the refugees, then turned and ran away the way they came.

As soon as the man finished speaking, the four refugees were submerged in the sea of people in an instant before they could run wildly.

The five corpses were quietly walked out of the city, and after the family wiped the blood-stained ground, the fat man turned around and entered the mansion with satisfaction.

A meager amount of silver is here, although the silver is not much, but the fat man's honesty accumulates a lot.

In the mansion, Zhang Tong sat on the peach wood chair of the Taishi, holding the glass carved cup, waving the cup to the mouth and tasting it, and then returning the cup to the table.

"Something happened outside the mansion, and there was a bit of a dry sound. Zhang Tong lowered his eyes, touched the snuffbox and inhaled deeply, then looked up at the fat man standing on the lower side with great enjoyment.

Hearing Zhang Tong ask about this, although he was panicked, after all, it was not the first time that the fat man had done it, so he groaned and replied in his usual voice: "Master Hui, it was a group of victims begging for food, and I don't know where they came into the city.

Waved his hand slightly, Zhang Tong stopped him from continuing, and then said slowly: "There is no distinction between high and low, people are both creatures on this Changtian Continent, we should help each other, people must always have good thoughts, and in the end there will be good results." ”

"What the master said is very true. The fat man nodded in agreement, then thought of something and said, "I have already scattered some food for them, and I just have to report to the master." ”

After being silent for a while, Zhang Tong continued: "That's good, you did a good job, by the way, how is today's harvest, did you give them a higher price to collect grain as I said?"

A drop of cold sweat quietly flowed down the sideburns of the fat man, and after inadvertently raising his hand to wipe it off, the fat man immediately replied: "Those refugees are too poor, on the basis of the lord's increase, I have privately raised two points to them, and the small ones are in charge of their own affairs, and I ask the lord to punish!" After speaking, the intestine fat knelt down, clenched his fists with both hands and bowed his head on the ground three times.

Although the sound is very loud, the strength of the intestinal fat is well controlled, just like the usual practice, only loud but not very painful.

Seeing that the intestinal fat was so kind, where would Zhang Tong punish him, he immediately smiled and waved his hand: "Where is it, hurry up!"

I didn't plan to take it when I saw the intestinal fat under the fourth knock, so I got up and hugged my fists and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, master!"

Outside, Yang Qianming was looking down on the hundred-zhang high city wall. The five corpses lying in the dead grass had already knocked out the pity in his heart.

These are five living lives, but between breaths, he actually said that there was no and no, for Yang Qianming, who has always punished good and promoted evil, he was really angry.

followed all the way from Zhangfu to here, although he did not witness the process of killing, Yang Qianming was stupid and would know who these five people died at.

"Zhang Tong! tonight is the day when you repay the grievances of these countless unjust souls, and those who are deeply guilty and rebellious are not worthy of leaving a whole corpse!" Yang Qianming gritted his teeth and said with hatred.

Yang Qianming's criterion is to see is believing, afraid of being deceived, often before the task he will personally observe whether the target is true or false.