The person closest to Tu Shanling looks to be in his thirties, with little hair, and his scalp can be seen vaguely. His cultivation is in the middle of the qi realm, but his beard has turned white, and his cultivation has signs of regression, and his expression is very stubborn.

This group of people has a faint tendency to be led by him.

Tu Shanling bent down slightly, rolled up a little sleeve, exposed a forearm, scooped her hand down, pulled out a dagger from her boots, she hooked her fingers, the dagger turned in a circle in her hand, she held the hilt of the sword, and the blade was on the neck of the half-bald monk, showing the ruffian.

The half-bald monk's back was straight, as if he wasn't worried about Tu Shanling taking the knife on him.

Tu Shanling chuckled lightly, and his tone was brisk, "I know you're not afraid of death, so I won't move you, but I don't know if the people behind you are afraid of death or not?"

She held the dagger in her hand, and the tip of the sword pointed past the people one by one.

She carefully observed the subtle expressions on everyone's faces.

The half-bald monk suddenly burst out and wanted to attack Tu Shanling, but he was bound by the immortal rope, and all he could use was his head, he slammed forward, hit an invisible wall, and fell back to the ground with a bang, leaving only two hairs to fall slowly.

With Song Potential, how could it hurt Tu Shanling!

Tu Shanling held a dagger in his hand, "If you dare to hunt us down, you have to be prepared to fall." Come, let me see, are you ready for this young man?"

The doorman of the Sheriff's Office felt a chill in his heart, and he unconsciously retreated until there was no way to retreat.

Although Tu Shanling's malice was not coming at them, they still felt a little terrible when they came into contact with the aftermath of that star.

In a trance, they seemed to see the evil ghost from Xuan Ming, licked their lips and said, "Good baby, don't run, enter the belly of the ancestor, and get eternal life with me."

After many years of cultivating, the horror story that has long been sealed in their childhood memories has regained their sense of existence in this way without warning.

Suddenly falling into the hands of the enemy, the young man was already frightened enough, and when Tu Shanling looked at him with a smile, his heart was even more panicked for no reason.

At night, when he followed the people of his own camp to kill, he was not afraid, and when he saw people's heads being scooped to the ground, he was not afraid, but now he fully felt that there was a strange emotion called fear that climbed into his heart, and he couldn't help but lower his head, not daring to look at Tu Shanling again.

In the next second, a bright sword blade appeared in his sight, and as the sword body shook, the morning light continued to reflect into his eyes.

He whined in a panic, his eyes looked nervously at the blade, and then raised his eyes to look at Tu Shanling.

Tu Shanling took off the handkerchief that blocked the young man's mouth, "There is only one chance, if you shout and scream, my dagger doesn't mind wiping your neck." ”

The young man shook his head frantically, "No! ”

The half-bald monk turned his head suddenly, and his fierce face seemed even more fierce, and there seemed to be a raging anger in his eyes, and his eyes were round, revealing the whites of his eyes, as if he were going to split the young man into his belly.

The young man was so frightened that he tightened his neck again, shivering.

Tu Shanling's dagger turned, and slapped it on the half-bald monk's face, "The beasts in the cage must know how to put away their minions, otherwise there will only be sticks waiting for you." Her dagger was put on the young man's neck again, "Tell me, why are you fighting at night?"

The young man swallowed, "Because our people were killed the night before yesterday, and we had to find the field last night." ”

Tu Shanling's expression froze.

There's nothing wrong with answering that, but who asked you this?!

She guessed that if she asked along the way, the young man would either reply, "We fought the night before yesterday because the other party's people were killed, and we came to find a field, and we had to fight" or "Our people's congress was killed the day before yesterday, and we were not reconciled, and we took revenge with people the night before yesterday."

The half-bald monk's expression relaxed, as if relieved that the young man had not revealed any big secrets.

When Tu Shanling saw his expression, she deeply felt that she had been tricked, she grinded her teeth and said, "Let me think clearly, why are you fighting?"

The young man tried to lean back, wanting to stay away from the tip of the sword, "I'm telling the truth, we were looking for revenge because our own people were killed at the beginning, and then the hatred became bigger and bigger, and we couldn't understand it, so we fought every day." ”

Tu Shanling turned his head to look at Song Qian.

Song Qian saw a sentence in Tu Shanling's eyes, "I really want to hit him."

Tu Shanling continued: "There must be a reason why they beat your people to death, it's impossible for everyone to walk on the street and do nothing, so people suddenly start beating people." It can't be because he's too ugly to look at it, so you want to kill him, right?"

The young man's eyes showed real confusion, "It's not impossible." ”

Song Qian looked away, he felt that the young man might be beaten.

Sure enough, Tu Shanling's body was short, and he made a straight punch, which hit the young man's stomach directly, "Are you kidding me?"

She doesn't kill people directly, but she doesn't mind helping dishonest people loosen their muscles.

The young man's face was distorted in pain.

It's not that he hasn't been beaten, so many people are fighting, swarming to rush over, and it's normal to be kicked by a black fist from someone, but he hurt on the spot with that kind of injury, and he went home to get the medicinal oil and rub it, so he didn't think it was serious.

But the girl in front of her was really black, and when she came down with a fist, her intestines were twisted together in her stomach.

This is a very good beater.

A drop of cold sweat slipped down the young man's forehead, "I didn't tease you, when I was called to fight, they only said that they had a mortal enmity with each other." ”

Tu Shanling could see that the young man was telling the truth.

She especially wanted to ask the teenager, she didn't even figure out what she was fighting for, so she worked so hard, was it worth it?

She thought about it and finally didn't ask, if there are any, you don't have to ask, because some people are difficult to be confused when they live for a lifetime, and it is difficult for some people to understand for a lifetime.

She turned to the substantive question, "How many people are fighting each night, and who are they?"

Young man: "The number of people who fight every night is different, and we don't fight every fight, and if we don't sleep every day, how can people stand it." ”

Tu Shanling's voice was faint, "So how many people are fighting, and who is fighting, you can't tell?"

Young man: "No, no, although the specific number of people is different, but it is roughly the same, generally the total number of people is between 200 and 300, that is, more than 100 people from each side. The people who helped in the fight all knew each other, basically relatives and friends, one by one, and I estimated that half of the people in Jiaozhang City had participated. ”

There are hundreds of thousands of people in Jiaozhang City, and half of them have participated, which must be an exaggeration, this is completely out of the young man's desire to survive, according to his thoughts, the law does not blame the public, the more people who have participated, the less likely they are to be severely punished.

Tu Shanling: "What about the corpse, how did you deal with it?"

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