362 Please embark on the journey, twelfth day.

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. Her eyes had lost their luster, yet they were filled with endless sorrow and anger, as well as pain and helplessness.

At this moment, she sobbed softly, "My Qianshu and Xiaohan were about to get engaged, but a few days ago, Xiaohan disappeared. Xiaohan is quite beautiful, it must have been the Tiger Head Gang who did it."

The Tiger Head Gang not only framed people for money, but also sought out attractive women, either sending them to brothels or selling them to other families to make a living through their illicit means.

I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood. The poor old man was blind, letting you beasts wreak havoc on humanity.

As he spoke, he pointed at the three men with scarred fingers. At that moment, some people around him looked at the three men with fear in their eyes, but their eyes also showed a hint of agreement with what Old Man Nan had said.

Just then, the restaurant owner brought over a plate of stir-fried meat. Feeling a bit hungry, I slowly took a bite and muttered, "Not bad."

Then, glancing briefly at the scarred man, she said, "What do you have to say? You kidnapped Old Master Nan's future daughter-in-law."

"My lord, it wasn't us. We've never done anything like that. We're all honest and law-abiding citizens. We only accept money to protect them from being eaten by ghosts."

"Sir, I understand. This woman must have been eaten by a ghost or a monster. Several people in this area are eaten by ghosts every year."

The scarred man quickly explained. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he couldn't admit it in public.

A crowd of onlookers had gathered outside. A thin, patched-up young man shouted, "It was that Scarface Wolf who kidnapped Sister Xiaohan! That evening, he knocked her unconscious, put her in a sack, and carried her away!"

After saying that, he turned and ran.

"You little beggar, you're asking for it! Without any evidence, you'll be going to jail." Scarface Wolf looked around.

His eyes held a cold, cruel glint, like a hunter eyeing a predator. He growled, "What are you looking at? Don't make things up without evidence."

Words are like cold, sharp blades, piercing and chilling, making one shudder.

It was as if it were telling everyone: If you dare to talk nonsense, in the dead of night, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, be careful your house might catch fire.

At this moment, he was like a venomous snake, staring at the vanished beggar, his eyes filled with cruelty and bloodlust, thinking to himself, 'On our turf, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead.'

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, and a voice whispered in my ear, "Looks like it's you."

Confused, she involuntarily agreed, "Yes, she gave it to Young Master Hou's steward. Young Master Hou's steward has recently been searching for beautiful women among the common people..."

The surroundings were quiet and hushed, as if it had nothing to do with them.

After finishing the plate of stir-fried meat, she said softly, "That's good. It doesn't mean anyone was wronged."

There wasn't much fluctuation, nor much pity. In this place, with this person, if you encounter them, you resolve the issue; if not, you simply don't know.

Wolf Brother regained his senses, his face flushed red. If he hadn't still had a sliver of reason and couldn't figure out the truth, he probably would have rushed over long ago, saying sternly, "Young Master, we are working for Young Master Hou. If you offend Young Master Hou..."

The people behind Young Master Hou are not to be trifled with; they are far beyond the reach of us commoners.

She wanted to speak, but dared not utter a word, fearing her tongue would be chopped off. She glared at He Chen with venomous eyes.

"I'll give you a chance to live. One of you can deliver a message to your leader; the other two stay behind and tell him the other two have been killed."

He glanced at the three people before him and whispered, "Which of you will go?"

One of the subordinates, slightly younger but with a sharp eye and rather thin, said, "Sir, I'm willing to go. I'm willing to go and report to our leader."

"Pah, you cowardly coward." Scarface kicked the skinny guy hard in the butt, sending him flying to the doorway.

Still not satisfied after kicking him away, he quickly followed up, preparing to kick him again. Reaching the doorway, he sped up, and the two of them instantly rushed out of the crowd, faster than rabbits.

Like a mouse weaving through a crowd, it arrived on the street in the blink of an eye and ran forward headfirst.

"A waste of time." The words had barely left his lips when he moved his hand and slashed horizontally with his sword. Two heads flew into the air, spraying blood three feet high, staining the ground and the surrounding streets red.

"Murder! Run!" The screams were incessant. People at the door and on the street were so frightened that they couldn't retreat in time. People inside the shop were stunned and their eyes trembled.

Several people's pants were wet.

The thin man on the ground was stunned and at a loss.

"Go tell your gang leader I've killed his men, and tell him to come quickly." He waved his hand casually. "If I run into them, I'll just take care of them; I'm no great hero."

Seeing the flash of the 20 o'clock killings, I realized that this is what ordinary people are like.

Old Man Nan, dumbfounded and covered in blood, felt a sense of relief. He kowtowed heavily, saying, "Thanks to you young heroes, thanks to you young heroes, my son can finally find peace."

Tears streaming down one's face are tears of helplessness, tears of resentment at the injustice of the world, and tears for which there is nowhere to turn.

There was a moment of silence. Suddenly, someone in the crowd kowtowed and said, "Young hero, you should leave quickly. The Tiger Head Gang has a powerful backer."

You've angered the Tiger Head Gang. Once they gather their forces, you'll be in trouble. Leave now before they arrive.

The voice was filled with helplessness and resentment, a hatred for the world's injustice, and a hatred for the indifference and selfishness of those in power. Yet, all they could do was helplessly endure it all.

Without offering any explanation or further words, he tossed over a silver coin, saying, "Shopkeeper, serve the food. I don't owe you any money for it."

The shopkeeper immediately nodded and said, "Young hero, please wait a moment. They're right. You should go now; I won't charge you."

After saying that, he prepared to return the money.

"No need, hurry up and bring out the rest of the dishes. Eating our fill is the most important thing." Turning to the old storyteller, he gently placed a piece of silver on the table.

Addressing the elderly man, the storyteller urged him gently and playfully, "Old Hu, please continue! This is truly delightful; please tell us another verse."

Old Hu was momentarily stunned, looking at the man in white, a portrait he seemed to recognize from somewhere, with a large knife at his waist. If he were dressed in black, he would be someone who needed to be closely watched.

Old Hu stepped forward, stopping about three feet away, and whispered, "May I ask if you are He Chen, sir?"

He nodded slightly, saying casually, "My surname is He, but I don't know if I'm the person you're talking about."

The old man quickly nodded, looking embarrassed, and said, "Please forgive me, sir, I didn't recognize you for a moment."

The story in this book was adapted on the spot by our elders, and your figure and appearance were slightly altered. Please forgive us.

He continued, "Our elder is Elder Shi, and the Shi sisters are all in your Wanzhou City, sir. We hope you will value them and give them opportunities to demonstrate their abilities."

He Chen nodded, neither completely disbelieving nor entirely believing.