Chapter Thirty-Eight: Buying Life Money

Bai Yunhuan lowered his head and sighed, he thought that the surname Chen would just say something to scare people, if he didn't sell it, he wouldn't be polite, how could he know that he would want people's lives when he opened his mouth. Feeling the chill on the man-in-turban, Bai Yunhuan knew that he wasn't joking.

But instead of being angry, Bai Yunhuan smiled and said to the man in the turban:

"And how much silver are you going to buy me for these two first-class purple-maned horses?"

The man surnamed Chen squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and replied:

"Childe sold the horse to me, and I helped Childe raise the horse, isn't this already leveled?

He touched his chin, and continued: "If the prince wants silver, it's not impossible, but I'm afraid that it will be ...... Childe and the people in this carriage are already dead. ”

The man's voice fell, and the four men behind him had already taken a step forward quietly.

Bai Yunhuan still had a faint smile in his eyes, but he didn't plan to reason with him again, because Bai Yunhuan knew that no matter whether he gave this carriage or not, the man had already made up his mind to kill himself.

He turned his words to the middle-aged man and asked an irrelevant question, an inexplicable question.

Bai Yunhuan asked:

"I don't know, Your Excellency, can you give me a tael of silver?"

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The middle-aged man with the turban was already very impatient, and the smirk became very reluctant, and he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and replied:

"Childe wants me to give me this tael of silver, what's the matter?"

......

Bai Yunhuan stared straight into the eyes of the man surnamed Chen, and said four words:

"Buy your life. ”

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"Why is that son only one or two?"

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"Because your life is worthless. ”

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"In my opinion, it's only worth a tael. ”

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The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth gradually lowered, no longer maintaining the extremely false smile, his eyes looked at Bai Yunhuan like a knife, he raised his hand, pressed it down, and his voice was cold:

"Kill. ”

Inside the carriage, Misery heard this, and had already gotten up and walked out.

Bai Yunhuan was still sitting quietly, and the suffering was standing beside Bai Yunhuan.

Seven against one.

The moment Suffering jumped off the carriage, one person rushed from the left and right sides, the two of them were extremely fast, and they raised their hands to punch each other, all pointing to the face of Suffering, but they did not see the slightest movement of Suffering, and the punch was close to the body, and Suffering was unhurried and the two turned sideways, dodging the fists of the two.

The two of them couldn't hit a single blow, so they hurriedly pulled back and turned back, and the original suffering had disappeared in place. When he looked up again, the figure of suffering had already appeared a foot above the head of the turban man.

The faces of the two changed greatly, but it was too late anyway.

I saw that the suffering raised his right leg high and smashed it towards the head of the man surnamed Chen, and the man in the turban didn't even have time to raise his hand, and in an instant, the whip leg of the suffering like a rock stepped on the top of the man's head.

Suffering jumped back into the air with the help of his strength, his figure flashed, and he reappeared beside Bai Yunhuan.

And the man surnamed Chen, scarlet blood oozed from his turban and fell down like mud.

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The remaining six people who were brought by the man surnamed Chen were colorless for a moment, and they couldn't even stand, and the sound of these six people swallowing saliva could be clearly heard in the air. The minds of the six people were blank, and they only knew that this time, the robbery had been robbed to the head of Lord Hades.

Before the six of them could make any moves, the white-haired boy in the carriage moved first.

The white-haired boy raised his hand and slowly took out a small grain of broken silver from his arms, he held the silver in his two fingers and flicked his fingers.

The two pieces of silver flew out, landed, and rolled to the side of the smashed-out corpse.

A tael of silver, buy a life.

After Bai Yunhuan threw out the silver, he no longer looked at the other six people, he shouted softly, pulled the reins with his left hand, bypassed the remaining living and dead people in the road, and left.

There is no joy or sadness in the expression.

The street is still quiet, and in the inns and attics next to the street, the people who were watching the show with their hands on their sleeves have returned to their original state, and at the gate of Fusang City, the figures began to gather again.

As if nothing had happened.

Whether it is a spectator hiding in the dark to observe, or the suffering in the field, even if it is Chu Buwei, who has a first-class perception, he has not noticed from beginning to end, and above the city tower, there is a man and a woman, silently taking in all this.

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On the purple-maned carriage that had already walked far away, Bai Yunhuan's face was ugly.

Fuso Castle is a well-known land of lawlessness, but there seems to be no limit to this lawlessness. The reason why Bai Yunhuan acted vigorously and directly let the suffering attack just now was not because he had the idea of deterring the tempting people in the city, but after the suffering was attacked, the many killing opportunities of the four people locked up in the city not only did not decrease, but increased.

Bai Yunhuan felt no less than a dozen breaths that made people's hearts palpitate, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead little by little.

The source of these more than ten terrifying breaths, the lowest realm, is open source.

It's different from the thousands of souls in the Sword Cliff before.

After all, this is flesh and blood killing intent.

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Suffering has just been able to easily kill a mortal warrior surnamed Chen in an instant, but it is impossible to defeat a dozen monks who are also open sources; if these dozen monks attack at the same time, then the four people here will definitely die.

Bai Yunhuan thought of this, and was a little annoyed in his heart at the moment, but he heard Chu Buwei's voice sounding at this time:

"Shopkeeper, your breath is a little messy. ”

Bai Yunhuan's face turned pale, patted his head gently, and then began to adjust his breathing little by little.

As long as everything involves the affairs of the people around him, Bai Yunhuan is easily anxious.

Chu Buwei listened to Bai Yunhuan's breathing that stabilized a little bit, and spoke softly through the wooden door of the carriage, his voice was serious, but not urgent.

"The shopkeeper need not blame himself, if you have just handed over your horse, and these people see us so spineless, then I am afraid that we will be eaten to the bones at the gate of the city. ”

Chu Buwei paused, sorted out his thoughts, and slowly spoke:

"It is true that Fusang City cannot be false, but the more it is impossible, the more impossible it is to be unreasonable, because everyone is only for profit, and this interest is their only reason.

Even if it was the man surnamed Chen just now, in his opinion, they are strong and we are weak, they can snatch our horses without much effort, and this is the reason why he will make a move. ”

"Ever since we entered the city, there have been people who have been eyeing us, both mortals and monks, and I was not sure when I first entered the city, but these people just took a fancy to these two good horses.

But after Suffering killed that man with the strength of the Open Source Realm, there were more people targeting us, which made me feel really unreasonable.

Because there could be no monk, they would risk being hostile to fellow believers who had already revealed their cultivation, just to grab two horses. ”

Chu Buwei took a deep breath and frowned and spoke:

And there is only one explanation for this unreasonableness. ”

Bai Yunhuan, who was outside the carriage, also took a long breath after listening to Chu Buwei's words, he had already thought of what Chu Buwei wanted to say.

"We've got what they want. ”

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(Paying tribute to Ah Fei, I personally like Ah Fei's sentence too much.) ）