Xu Hongfei was, after all, a martial artist who had cultivated Qi. Although he had been attacked by a few experienced armed escorts at the beginning, after he recovered, he had immediately beaten the few of them until they were bleeding profusely and fled.
At this moment, his face was already bruised, but he still walked to the youth who was beaten up and stretched out his hand to help him up.
"I don't need anyone to help me."
However, the young man pushed his hand away without looking at him and got up silently. Xu Hongfei looked at the young man's stubborn back and was stunned. In the end, he could only walk back to Zuo Zhicheng.
Seeing Xu Hongfei walk over with a bruised face, Zuo Zhicheng said calmly, "Remember, before your fists are as hard as swords, no matter what kind of battle you are in, find a weapon first.
Even a table leg, a brush, or an abacus are much more powerful than your soft fists. "
"I understand," Xu Hongfei said with his head lowered.
After a pause, Zuo Zhicheng continued, "Although you defeated those escorts, they might not dare to provoke you again. However, that little beggar will probably get revenge. "
Xu Hongfei raised his head, "How could that be …"
Zuo Zhicheng's voice seemed to have a magical power, "I told you before, they are the lowest class in the Jianghu. They are weak, so they can only find people who are weaker than them. When the time comes, it won't be as simple as getting beaten up like today. "
Xu Hongfei immediately reacted. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that Zuo Zhicheng was right. He asked subconsciously, "Then what should I do?"
"The easiest way is to kill those escorts," Zuo Zhicheng said with a shrug.
Xu Hongfei's face changed immediately, "But … they don't deserve to die, right?"
The fat man didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. He only heard the conversation between Zuo Zhicheng and Xu Hongfei and thought to himself, "So that's how it is. Is this guy a virgin? However, my master wasn't so gentle back then. He gave me a knife and locked me up with a death row criminal for five days and five nights. '
Xu Hongfei had a sense of justice, or rather, he had the feelings of a teenager who yearned for light, justice, and chivalry.
Zuo Zhicheng did not have any opinions about this kind of relationship, nor did he think that there was anything wrong with it. It was just that since Xu Hongfei had been taken in as his subordinate, then what he was going to do in the future would obviously contradict these things in many areas.
Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng decided to take advantage of the fact that Xu Hongfei was still young, loyal, and easy to brainwash. Zuo Zhicheng planned to subtly change his values and make him more suitable for doing things in the dark.
"It's up to you," Zuo Zhicheng said casually. "You have to bear the consequences of your actions."
Xu Hongfei's eyes flashed with conflicting emotions. He looked at the young beggar who was still wandering around the inn. Various thoughts appeared in his mind, but they were all rejected by him.
At this moment, Zuo Zhicheng suddenly frowned and looked in the direction of the inn's entrance. There was a group of people, old and young, male and female, dressed plainly and even somewhat shabbily.
When they saw Zuo Zhicheng looking over, the fat man at the side asked, "Sir, is there a problem?"
"Look at these people. Are they from the Underworld Sect?"
The fat man's body shook when he heard this. He looked over as well. His eyes were sharp from years of intelligence work, and he immediately saw many problems.
"I'm not sure, but there's definitely a problem. Their clothes don't fit, and they don't look like their own. Their luggage is too heavy, and it doesn't look like something an ordinary person can carry. There are also a few protruding parts under their clothes that look like weapons … "
Zuo Zhicheng could also see these problems. However, the biggest problem for him was that in his infrared vision, there were traces of the Underworld Sect's martial arts that were similar to the Underworld Sect's martial arts.
"It's fine as long as there's a problem." Zuo Zhicheng suddenly said to the group of people who were registering at the inn, "Are you from the north?"
The leader of the group was an old man wearing a big white hat. When he heard this, he said, "Yes, the north is too chaotic now. We all ran all the way here."
Zuo Zhicheng took a sip of water and said slowly, "It's been very chaotic recently, but the ones who are really besieged are from the Underworld Sect."
A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the old man, but no one noticed it. He suddenly laughed and said, "Hero, please don't joke around. How can we, the old and weak, be from the Underworld Sect?"
The Jianghu people beside him also looked over. In an instant, it seemed like everyone in the hall was looking in the direction of the old man. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Zuo Zhicheng's eyes emitted a cold light. He stared at the old man and said, "The Underworld Sect is led by the King of Hell. If you're not from the Underworld Sect, then you can call the King of Hell a piece of trash."
The Underworld Sect was an evil sect. It was an evil sect with religious beliefs. Everyone in their sect believed in the Underworld King. They respectfully called the sect leader the Underworld Holy Son. Having the old man insult the Underworld King was obviously a very good test.
When the old man heard Zuo Zhicheng's words, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. However, he remained silent and didn't say anything. Seeing him like this, the Jianghu people around him immediately became restless, and the sounds of shouting and insulting the Underworld Sect were endless.
Even the few young men behind the old man were enraged, while the few children were terrified.
"Too inexperienced." Zuo Zhicheng saw everything. He casually pinched off a corner of the table and tossed the triangular wooden block in his hand. Then, he threw it towards the old man.
The moment he threw it, the crowd could only see a black shadow flash past, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder. At the critical moment, the old man threw out his palm and blocked in front of a young man. However, when his palm touched the wooden block, he felt empty and powerless.
"We've been tricked!"
Obviously, Zuo Zhicheng had calculated the strength of his throw very well. When the wooden block landed on the head of the young man behind the old man, its strength had already been used up, and it couldn't hurt him.
When the old man caught the wooden block with his palm, he immediately knew that Zuo Zhicheng was testing whether he knew martial arts. However, by the time he realized this, it was already too late. Almost at the same time that he hit the wooden block, Zuo Zhicheng had already broken off another three wooden blocks and threw them at the old man.
This time, there was clearly a bit more force behind it. The old man couldn't react at all. He only heard three 'pa pa pa' sounds, and one of the wooden blocks had already shattered his hat, causing a large clump of black and beautiful hair to scatter in all directions. The second wooden block brushed past his cheek, tearing through the air and directly tearing through his human skin mask, revealing a patch of white and tender skin.
The last piece of wood directly swung open the clothes on his shoulders, causing his coat to fall off completely, revealing his green muslin clothes and blood-red bracelets.
The fat man's eyes widened instantly, and he shouted, "It's the Soul Reaper of the Black Death Camp, the Ghost Queen!"
Obviously, this team from the Underworld Sect had disguised themselves to escape from the Northern Wilderness. However, they didn't expect to be discovered by Zuo Zhicheng here.
In an instant, everyone in the inn unsheathed their swords, and everyone looked greedily at the team from the Underworld Sect.
"Capture the Ghost Queen!"
"These evil people, we can't let any of them go!"
However, just as they were about to rush forward, Zuo Zhicheng's eyelids drooped slightly. The freezing runes behind him had already risen, and the Ice Soul Freezing Field had been activated.
The words that sounded like ice from hell instantly blew across everyone's faces, and a bone-chilling cold enveloped everyone present.
"The Shadow Corps is on duty. Those who have nothing to do with this, get lost."
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