Chapter 110: The Blade Bully Pleas for Righteousness

"Good! Good plan! Cut the grass and eradicate the roots!" Li Si gave a thumbs up and praised it.

Most of these helpers are on par with silver, and whoever gives money is a father, and they are loyal like vicious dogs. They only thought that Wei Yi had killed someone and was imprisoned, and sooner or later his life would be wailing, so they lost no time in slapping the horse's whiskers, and they came up with this poisonous plan.

After hearing this, Jiao Dafu nodded again and again, and then ordered: "Although the old cripple has no feet, he still has some skills, you bring more people, and you must do it neatly!"

"Yes!" Ma San and Li Si responded and led the crowd down to the second floor.

Then, the two of them gathered more than a dozen helpers, a total of more than 20 people, each took a knife and a gun, and took advantage of the hazy moonlight to kill Wei Yi's house.

A battle ensued, and the old man was old, disabled, and besieged by more than 20 gangsters, and the corpse was carried into a grass hut, and the thatched eaves were pulled and covered with reeds, and a fire was lit.

Ma San and Li Si also commanded the gang to set fire to many places around the grass house and tiled house, destroying the corpse and destroying the traces.

In a moment, the flames soared, and the flames soared into the sky.

Several neighbors rushed to visit, but they were all pressed back by the gang with knives and guns, and they could only watch the grass hut collapse and the flames scurry.

After burning for a while, the grass hut and tiled house were destroyed, and the gang of wicked people left.

Ma San, Li Si and the others happily returned to Xiaoyao Building to resume their lives.

Jiao Dafu was overjoyed when he heard this, rewarded the silver, and re-set the three tables of banquets to reward those helpers.

The gang shouted and drank three or five times, swallowed a huge amount of alcohol, and ate until their eyebrows flew and danced, and their emotions were high.

Wei Yi came all the way at a gallop, and soon came to the bottom of the Xiaoyao Building.

This Xiaoyao building is three storeys high, the decoration is very luxurious, it is the most famous high-end restaurant in the county, and in fact, it is where Jiao Dafu hides dirt and dirt.

Wei Yi glanced up at the gilded signboard, and went straight into the restaurant with murderous spirit.

Seeing that the situation was not good, two shopkeepers shouted on the ground to block it.

Although Wei Yi is honest and honest, the hatred of killing his father is not shared, and when he saw that the two little two were bullying, he was angry and did not fight together. He walked arrows, reached out his hands, grabbed one of each, grabbed it above his head like a chicken, and roared angrily: "Where is Jiao Dafu?"

This roar is no less than a shocking thunder rolling over, and it shook the Xiaoyao Tower.

The two shopkeepers were facing the sky on their backs, flicking their hands and feet, wah-wow, wow-wow, where to answer.

The guests, shopkeepers, and shopkeepers downstairs have long since scattered and fled.

Wei Yi's bloody eyes widened and he looked around, but he suddenly heard laughter on the second floor, so he walked upstairs step by step with the two of them, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Jiao Dafu and the gang drinking and having fun.

"Jiao Dafu, you return my father's life!"

Wei Yi yelled, threw the two little two over, and jumped upstairs.

Jiao Dafu was eating proudly, when he suddenly heard a loud roar and looked up.

Unexpectedly, it was Wei Yi!

But I saw that his whole body was burned all over his body, his face was black, and his eyes were red, just like the yaksha who went out to patrol the sea.

In an instant, Jiao Dafu's face turned pale with shock, and his legs were weak.

He just wanted to drill under the table, but he was hit by the shopkeeper who flew in the air, leaned back, overturned the seat, and couldn't get up for a while.

The nest of idlers took people's money and eliminated disasters for others, and they all started to kill the guys.

Wei Yi was furious this time, stepped forward, fearless, reached out and grabbed a machete, and slashed left and right.

I saw blood splattered and screamed.

In a moment, the nest of birdmen died and wounded, and lay on the ground.

Jiao Dafu had already been bluffed, and took advantage of the opportunity of the fight between the two sides to climb down the stairs tremblingly.

He was just about to run away from the door, but he happened to be seen by Wei Yi at the top of the stairs.

"You bully, where are you going to run, and my father is going to die!"

Wei Yi roared, jumped over, and volleyed down from the staircase more than two feet high.

Jiao Dafu looked back, only to see Wei Yi covered in blood, just like a devil out of hell, he couldn't help but weaken his knees and lie on the ground.

Wei Yi jumped down in the air, his knees pressing on Jiao Dafu's shoulders.

The force of this fall is more than a thousand pounds!

With a "poof", Jiao Dafu's limbs suddenly opened as if Wang Ba had been smashed flat, stretched his hands, kicked his legs, his abdomen and lungs were all shattered, his seven orifices were bleeding, and even the feces were pressed out, and the stench was stinking.

"You bully, give back my father's ......life!

Wei Yi pressed his knees on Jiao Dafu's back, shouting and yelling wildly, while waving his big fist and hitting it like raindrops.

Jiao Dafu neither struggled nor begged for mercy, his limbs were stretched out, and he didn't move at all, and he had already been crushed to death.

When Wei Yi vented his hatred for a long time, he suddenly grabbed Jiao Dafu's neck and twisted it, twisted it off, held it in his hand, and went straight out of Xiaoyao Tower.

Wei Yi carried Jiao Dafu's blood-dripping head, strode through the market, and returned to the tiled and thatched hut that had been burned by the fire.

In the nearby place, he desperately picked up a big pit to bury his father, and then sacrificed Jiao Dafu's bloody head, bowed and cried, the cry shook the wilderness, and it was not sad.

After a while, suddenly the nearby torches lit up the night sky, and a burst of hurried footsteps came, it turned out that Fan Hua, the head catcher, received the news and led more than 30 messengers to arrest Wei Yi.

In the shadow of the fire, Wei Yi slowly stood up, staring sideways coldly, his gloomy gaze was like two sharp knives, which frightened all the officers who came to round him up and retreated.

Fan Zhutou stepped forward, suppressed his position, and shouted:

"Wei Yi: There is a wrong, and there is a debtor! You killed seventeen or eighteen people, and now the government wants to bring you to justice. We are only acting on orders, and you must not embarrass your brothers. If you have any grievances, you can go to the court and say it, and the tall man will make the decision for you. ”

"Uh-ha-ha-ha...... If Master Gao could call the shots, then Jiao Dafu would have died a hundred times!" Wei Yi laughed with tears in his eyes, "Then Jiao Dafu should have died a long time ago! Those helpers should have been killed a long time ago! I killed them today, happy!

On weekdays, there are children touching Wei Yi's peach head to find fun, he is like a fool and laughs without anger, today he is so crazy, it is really like a black god descending to earth!

When the officers saw this, they looked at each other and were timid.

"Whether those people should be killed or not, it's not up to you, Wei Yi, to have the final say. If you have violated the king's law, you will be brought to justice. Fan Zhutou said, waved the big knife in his hand, and ordered, "Take down Wei Yi quickly!"

The messengers, look at me, I look at you, with a big knife in hand, slowly approaching.

Wei Yi turned a blind eye, folded his knees, knocked his father three times, and then suddenly got up, took two steps forward and said, "Come on!"

When the officers heard this, they trembled and did not dare to step forward, but retreated step by step.

Wei Yi walked in front of Fan Zhutou step by step, and suddenly stood still, as steady as Taiyue.

"You... You, you, you...... You don't want to be nonsense. Cold sweat broke out on Fan Zhutou's forehead, and the big knife in his hand trembled.

"Come on, I, Wei Yi, will go to the yamen with you!" Wei Yi slowly stretched out his arms, leaned his wrists together, and made a posture of restraining his hands.

Fan Zhutou suddenly understood.

He hurriedly ordered the messenger to take out the shackles, detained Wei Yi, and escorted him all the way back to the county jail.

After Tan Zhong and Daoist Zhong Ting inspected the supplies, the night was already quite dark.

So the two of them went out of the warehouse and ate wine and rice in the restaurant on the street.

The two walked out of the restaurant, and coincidentally bumped into Fan Zhutou with Wei Yi, who was covered in blood.

Daoist Zhong Ting and Tan Zhong were shocked, and hurriedly greeted them to ask the reason, only to learn that in just a few hours, Wei Yi had killed more than ten lives.

Daoist Zhong Ting stepped forward, gently grabbed Wei Yi's shoulders, looked at the wounds on his body, and comforted: "Brother Wei: It is a matter of course to slash the enemy, you have done a good job, Poor Dao admires it very much, and Poor Dao will definitely try his best to save you." ”

"Thank you, Dao Chief, but I, Wei Yi, have never known Dao Chief, why does Dao Elder always want to save me?" Wei Yi was puzzled.

"Maybe that's your brother's chance. Zhong Tingdao said, "The friend that Poor Dao wants to make is a good man like you, Brother Wei. Your business is the business of the poor. ”

"The Taoist chief is kind, Wei Yi understands it, and Wei Yi leaves first. Wei Yi was very moved, bent down slightly, bowed, and strode forward.

After walking three or five zhang away, he suddenly looked back and said: "Dao Chief: I, Wei Yi, am a rough person, I won't say the words of thanks, I can only make you a friend in the next life." ”

With that, Wei Yi laughed twice and left, gradually disappearing into the night.

Zhong Ting and Tan Zhong glanced at each other, and tacitly hurried to the county office.

After entering the county office, he met with Lord Gao, and Tan Zhong told Wei Yi about it.

When Master Gao heard this, he jumped up and jumped to his feet: "This Wei Da is stuffy, how old is it that he has just been released for a while, how can he kill people again, and this killing is more than a dozen lives! Si Cang, you dare to come to intercede?"

"My lord, I have already investigated clearly: it was Jiao Dafu who killed Wei Yi's father first, and then set fire to his family's house. Wei Yi killed people, but he was forced to do nothing. Tan Zhong argued.

"Even so, how can he, Wei Da Sullen, escape the crime of murder? More than ten lives, he must have an explanation to the people of this county!"

"Those people are hooligans, unemployed gangsters, who oppress the people and disturb social order on weekdays, and it is always a scourge to keep them. Tan Zhong said, "Although Jiao Dafu is very filial to the adult, he is afraid that he will cause more trouble to the adult, just like the matter of the vegetable market, you don't know it in your heart."

Behind the scenes, the common people all say that he is in a gang with the adults, specializing in bullying and dominating the market, and the people are fishy, and today is just taking this opportunity to clarify the relationship between the adults and him, isn't this a good thing?"

"In any case, this 'killing to pay for life' is the national law of Nanjing Kingdom, more than ten lives, how can this official save him?" said Gao Da was poked in the ribs, quite displeased.