Chapter 49: The Battle of the Temple

The official looked at the silent man in front of him as if he didn't pay attention to their laughter, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, looking at them mockingly, and the official couldn't laugh a little.

"Who are you, are you the one who killed Lord Wang?" the official seemed to have a good brain, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he guessed the identity of the strange man.

"It seems that you are not a pig's head, and your brain is a little better than the dead pig's head, and you can be called a donkey's head. The corners of Murong Chen's mouth turned up slightly, and he sneered sarcastically.

"Bold, dare to insult the court officials, you are tired of life. The officer was enraged by Murong Chen's words, his face turned red, and he shouted at Murong Chen.

"Dogs that can bark are not very good, you look like a dog head not a pig's head, or a stupid dog. Murong Chen still looked at him sarcastically, holding his hands on his chest, and looking at the angry half-dead officer with a slight smile.

"Your mouth is powerful, see if your fists are also so powerful, there is a way in heaven that you don't go, there is no door in hell for you to break in, someone came to take it down for me." The officer shouted loudly, and with a wave of his hand, two officers and men rushed forward brandishing steel knives.

A big war is about to begin.

Anyway, he was a well-trained warrior, and the knife was not bad, otherwise he wouldn't have killed so many civilians. But that knife seems to be only dealing with the weak, and it seems to be a bit of a problem to deal with Murong Chen, there is a big problem.

The knife was like a flower, dancing, but before the knife fell, the fist had already rushed to the chest. Like a heavy hammer hitting the chests of the two officers and soldiers who rushed up, Murong Chen's body moved, and he had already forced it to his chest, dodging the double knives, his fists were like bowls, and they were as fierce as the wind. The Emperor's fist slammed into his chest.

Murong Chen didn't show mercy at all, and he didn't think of mercy, he hit the two of them with both fists, and the two flew out like kites with broken strings. It fell to the ground with a stagger. Fell to the ground with a thud, and spat out a mouthful of blood, seeing that he couldn't survive.

Wherever Murong Chen's fist arrived, the person flew out. And don't stop. Plunge straight at the officer. The officer was also smart. yelled, "Stop him." As he spoke, he turned and rushed out the back door of the temple. Whoever said that soldiers are not afraid of death, who said that hot-blooded men are men, and this officer is also hot-blooded men. It's like an opportunist, and he slipped away.

"Run there. Murong Chen shouted, his fist was like the wind, his footsteps moved, and he rushed towards the officer, Murong Chen at this moment seemed to be an invincible god of war, wherever he went, wherever he went, he responded with his fist, and he rushed towards the officer by killing a way from the crowd.

Murong Chen was like a cat, chasing the officer who looked like a mouse, followed by a group of officers and soldiers who were cowering and shouting but did not dare to come up. Murong Chen glanced back with disdain, his footsteps were a little, his luck was in his legs, and he rushed up directly, and reached out and grabbed the officer who was like a rat.

"It's not that easy to escape. Murong Chen's eyes widened angrily, and he lifted the officer and roared at the officer.

"Hero, spare your life, spare your life. The officer wailed and begged for mercy, he was pulled up by Murong Chen's collar, a fishy smell came to his nose in his pants, his legs trembled, and his mouth kept begging for mercy.

"Look at your guts, you are still a soldier, you know how to bully the common people. Murong Chen glanced at the officer with contempt with a little disgust, and dragged him towards the temple.

"You all threw your weapons and followed, and if you don't have one, he'll die. Murong Chen looked at the soldiers beside him and pinched the officer's neck hard, and suddenly a piece of flesh on the officer's neck fell off, and blood flowed. The officer seemed to be an official ruffian, and when he saw Murong Chen say this, he immediately endured the pain and loudly ordered his subordinates to throw away their weapons and follow Murong Chen.

When the group came to the temple, the imprisoned villagers were all amazed at such a scene, and looked at this strange scene in a dull manner.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, come and do a favor and tie these people up. Murong Chen smiled and said to everyone, but none of them stepped forward, they just stared blankly at such a strange scene, and none of them moved.

"Then I have to trouble you to give an order, order them all to tie themselves, and you will tie them up last. Murong Chen sighed and said to the officer. The officer was very knowledgeable, and immediately ordered his men to tie himself up in a loud voice. A group of officers and soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, suddenly a soldier rushed out and took out a small knife hidden in his waist, and stabbed at Murong Chen, all of them were stunned by this scene, but Murong Chen seemed to have seen his movements a long time ago, and as soon as he lifted the officer in his right hand, his left hand turned into a fist, and he poked at the soldier's waist at once, and the soldier's knife poked into the officer's thigh, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Blood was pouring from the officer's thighs, and he screamed and cursed. Murong Chen sneered and said to the officers and soldiers who were about to move: "If you want your commander to die quickly, you can try it without hesitation." I don't mind if he gets stabbed dozens of times. He shook his hand and threw the officer in the air, and then reached out and grabbed the officer's waist, the officer was thrown up in the air, his face was pale with fright, the blood on his thighs flowed, the bright red blood and the miserable white face formed a strong contrast, the wailing cry, Murong Chen played the officer around like a plaything, for a while all the officers and soldiers collapsed psychologically, they began to untie their belts, and tied people up next to each other, not to mention that tying people seems to be the specialty of officers and soldiers, tying is very professional and fast. After a while, there was only one officer and soldier left, he held the belt in his hand, looked at Murong Chen and the officer blankly, Murong Chen's hand was buckled around the officer's waist, and the officer immediately lay on the ground without squeaking, Murong Chen walked to the officer and soldier, took the belt, and tied the officer and soldier with a shake of his hand, he checked the officers and soldiers who were tied one by one, and then walked to the officer, pulled out the belt around his waist, and tied him tightly, the officer endured the pain and begged him for mercy.

"Hero, hero, you spare us, we are just acting on orders, acting on orders. He was tied with his hands tied, and his mouth kept talking.

Murong Chen looked at the pile of wood in the middle, smiled and said to him, "What is this woodpile for?" ？”

The officer's face immediately turned pale, and a cold sweat broke out, his teeth trembled, and he could no longer speak. Murong Chen grabbed him with a shake of his hand, threw him into the firewood pile as soon as he stretched out his hand, and then threw the officers and soldiers lying on the ground into the firewood one by one with the strength of his hand, and suddenly the sound of begging for mercy resounded throughout the temple.

"If you want to come with me, follow me, and if you don't want to, I advise you to get out of here quickly, because this place is no longer suitable for you. Murong Chen said loudly to the rest of the people in the village.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, most of them slowly walked to Murong Chen's side, and only a few of them left the temple. Murong Chen looked at the villagers behind him and said, "Let's go." He opened the door of the temple and let everyone go out, and when he came to the end, he glanced at the officers and soldiers who were wailing in the pyre, and when he threw them into the pyre, he had already lit their soft holes, and now they could only go and wail. Murong Chen glanced at them, the torch in his hand was thrown on the pyre, the fire slowly burned, the smoke gradually rose, Murong Chen took out a handful of white phosphorus from his pocket, which was given to him by Xiao Ruoshui, for his lighting at night, his hand shook, and the white phosphorus was evenly sprinkled on the pyre, these things without fire and spontaneous combustion seemed to have become the lifeline of these officers and soldiers, and they caught fire with a bang. Murong Chen looked at the growing fire, closed the temple door and walked out, this mountain village may not exist anymore, all places are dead, burning, and scorched earth. Black, red, green, yellow, all the colors have become the color of death, and the air is filled with the breath of the dead, whether it is the person who killed them or the person who was killed, they have all become the dead, and this place will become a place that everyone will avoid in the future, although it was still a harmonious pastoral atmosphere yesterday, but now it has become a paradise of death, a cemetery for the dead. (To be continued......)