If someone had said to Ye Zhou: "One day in the future, you will raise a gun to a stranger and take his life."
Ye Zhou would definitely roll his eyes.
But now, his hand holding the gun did not shake at all as he faced this man he met for the first time.
The other person looks no different from any ordinary person, maybe just a little fatter, but this fatness is compared with the local natives. In modern times, it can even be barely considered standard.
He has thick eyebrows, a square face and thick lips, and looks extremely handsome. Just looking at his face, one would think he is an upright person with a heart that helps the weak and fights against the strong. He is covered with the skin of a good person, but underneath the skin has long been hollowed out by maggots.
Zhao Changsheng's eyesight was not as good as Ye Zhou's. He could only see that there was a young man in strange clothes standing on the hillside, but he could not see Ye Zhou's face clearly, nor what Ye Zhou was holding in his hand.
"What do you want?!" Zhao Changsheng shouted at Ye Zhou, "We don't interfere with each other! You killed my brother, aren't you afraid that the gods will show their power and you will fall into the eighteen levels of hell after you die?! If you stop, it will be as if this incident never happened!"
Ye Zhou asked expressionlessly, "When you used the unarmed refugees as food to fill your stomach, did you ever think about the eighteen levels of hell? Since you don't believe in it yourself, why do you use gods and Buddhas as amulets? If all the gods and Buddhas knew what you did, would you still be standing here?"
Zhao Changsheng smiled bitterly.
He knew that the young man was not going to let him go.
The bandits behind him who were still breathing shouted: "My lord! Let's fight him!"
"King, kill him!"
“Your Majesty…”
Zhao Changsheng turned a deaf ear to the shouts behind him. He spat bloody saliva on the ground and said, "Where are the gods and Buddhas in this world?"
"Since you are the leader, do you dare to come down?" Zhao Changsheng looked up at Ye Zhou, "What kind of hero are you if you don't dare to do it yourself?!"
Ye Zhou knew that he was provoking him. In close combat, he was no match for the battle-hardened veteran.
But Ye Zhou still jumped down.
He has to push himself.
Standing here, looking down at the other person, he couldn't pull the trigger.
At the moment when Ye Zhou jumped down and had not yet stood firm——
"Ah!!——" Zhao Changsheng raised his long knife and rushed towards Ye Zhou.
Kill him! When two armies are facing each other, if he can capture the enemy's chief general, he can win without fighting!
Compared with Zhao Changsheng, Ye Zhou was undoubtedly thin - he was in the final stage of a man's lowest body fat, and he didn't have much fat on his body. Just looking at his body shape, Zhao Changsheng was twice as wide as him, not to mention Zhao Changsheng's advantageous square face.
The bandits stretched their necks, wanting to see their king chop off the other's head with one blow and save them from the dire situation.
Everyone stared.
Just when Zhao Changsheng rushed in front of Ye Zhou, the bandits smiled as if they had survived a disaster.
Their king had also defeated the enemy army. He led his soldiers to break out of the encirclement and turned into a sharp knife to rush straight into the enemy's heartland. As long as he reached the enemy, their king would never lose!
But the expected scene did not come.
There was a loud bang.
Zhao Changsheng felt his chest getting a little cold. He lowered his head in confusion, only to see blood constantly flowing out of his chest. He stretched out his hand, trying to cover the invisible wound, but he couldn't stop it no matter what he did.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhao Changsheng knelt down facing Ye Zhou.
His legs were no longer stable, so he turned his knife into a crutch, half-knelt on the ground, and barely supported his body.
Ye Zhou looked at the gun in his hand numbly.
Just now, he pulled the trigger at the man who was rushing towards him with a long knife.
If he didn't dare to take action, Zou Ming behind him would hold a gun to protect his safety.
Ye Zhou felt like he was walking on cotton, and seemed to have fallen into some strange, hazy dream. It seemed that he was a good citizen who abided by public order and morality in modern society in the previous second, and the next moment he was holding a gun and taking someone's life.
"You, you are a monster..." Zhao Changsheng finally couldn't hold himself up anymore. He collapsed to the ground, staring at the sky. Even the scorching sun couldn't make him close his eyes. He murmured, "I, Zhao Changsheng... didn't lose to anyone..."
Ye Zhou walked up to him and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I am not a monster, I am also a mortal."
"If there really are gods and Buddhas in this world, and you can really be reincarnated, then remember, don't run into me in your next life."
Zhao Changsheng reached out to grab him, but his arms were waving wildly and his eyes were lifeless, he could not see anything.
His lips opened wide and a "hehe" sound came out.
Ye Zhou just watched him struggle.
Ye Zhou ordered himself not to look away. He wanted to see Zhao Changsheng die with his own eyes, so that he would always remember the man whose life he had taken away with his own hands.
In less than a cup of tea, Zhao Changsheng stopped struggling. His hands fell weakly at his sides, and his wide-open eyes remained open until his death.
Ye Zhou stood up again. He turned around slowly without looking at the bandits behind him.
He slowly walked towards the hillside. On the contrary, Zou Ming and Sarah both came out from behind the hillside.
Ye Zhou passed by them, his usually gentle face showing no expression at this moment, making it impossible to see what he was thinking at the moment.
The dead Zhao Changsheng was no longer a king, but just a corpse lying on the ground, no different from any other corpse.
After death, all status, position and ability will vanish into thin air.
Ye Zhou sat on the hillside. He looked at Zou Ming and Sarah who killed the bandits one by one, as well as Wu Yan and others who followed them, without feeling any fear or regret.
He didn't even have the sense of reality that he had killed someone.
It was as if nothing had happened just now, and it was as if he was not the one who killed someone.
"Immortal, please have some water." Cao'er's mother had come up the mountain at some point. She had witnessed Ye Zhou killing someone, but she was not afraid at all. She even moved forward with a cup of water.
Ye Zhou reached out to take the glass of water, drank two sips and asked: "Li, have you ever killed anyone?"
Cao'er's mother whispered, "When I fled, I threw the youngest girl away."
She didn't cry, but her expression became as numb as Ye Zhou's: "She is still young, she can't walk a long way, and she can't run fast. She will be a burden if she is brought along, and she can't be sold even if she is sold."
"I can't possibly kill her. She's the daughter I carried for ten months. She's so small and so well behaved. She's always lovable when she can talk. She never annoys anyone. She's just a tiny little person. When I asked her to wait for me there, she didn't even ask anything."
"I didn't kill her, but she died because of me..."
"Immortal... For people like us, it's extremely difficult just to survive..."
Ye Zhou didn't say anything. At this moment, he strangely understood Cao'er's mother's mood.
For Cao'er's mother, Cao'er is her only motivation to live.
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Zou Ming did not use a gun. Although bullets were cheap, they were not free. He picked up a long knife from the ground, rushed over when he saw a living person, and could kill him with one knife.
"I thought you must be rich." Sarah jumped onto the bandit's shoulder and nimbly broke his neck. She raised her eyebrows and shouted at Zou Ming, "Why, are you so poor that you have to use cold weapons to survive?"
Zou Ming knew what she was talking about, but he didn't respond. He turned around expressionlessly and swung a knife at the person who was rushing towards him.
Only after the man fell did he say, "The daughter of the Duchess, who can't even get enough to eat, has lived to be four hundred years old and made no progress."
Sarah wasn't angry either, she dug her nails into the fleeing bandit's chest and pulled out his heart when she pulled it out.
"The boss looked unhappy just now. This is his first time killing someone. Will he have a nightmare tonight?"
"He'll get used to it." Zou Ming walked forward.
Sarah followed with her short legs: "He won't get used to it. You're the only one who thinks he doesn't mind killing people."
Zou Ming frowned and raised his voice: "He is better than anyone else."
Sarah: "Being strong means you don't mind killing people?"
She smiled and said, "I won't argue with you about this."
Sarah jumped out.
Zou Ming stopped and waited for Wu Yan and the others to enter the cave.
There were still many bandits in the cave who were afraid to go out. They were not hit by arrows and were still hiding in the cave, looking for an opportunity to rush out.
Zou Ming and Sarah led the way, while Wu Yan and his team dealt the final blow to any fish that had escaped the net.
"Brother Zou!" Wu Yan panted, the knife in his hand was already covered in blood. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, "There are too many people!"
Finishing off someone is not an easy job. People have skin, bones, blood and flesh. Even the most experienced executioner cannot say that he can kill someone every time he swings his knife.
They have to use all their strength to strike back each time, otherwise they would be torturing the opponent as well as themselves.
After a few times, I felt a little exhausted.
We can only let Cao'er and others who rush forward with crossbows take action.
Zou Ming nodded to Wu Yan: "Don't worry."
Wu Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "What a pity, the immortal's magic weapon was not used."
Zou Ming: “It can be used once you enter the cave.”
Wu Yan: "Brother Zou, you said these people are all strong men, why don't they go to the south, but have to stay in this poor and remote place and become the so-called mountain kings?"
"I bully the weak and fear the strong." Zou Ming said calmly, "It's just my nature."
Wu Yan watched Zou Ming walk in, then he turned and looked in the direction of Ye Zhou.
He couldn't see Ye Zhou, but he felt that the immortal must be waiting for them there.
The lives of these people are as worthless as dust. Not to mention the dignitaries, even these bandits can easily skin them and trample them underfoot. Apart from pinning their hopes on gods and Buddhas, they have no one else to rely on.
Wu Yan clenched the knife in his hand.
He is just an ordinary mortal, but now he can follow an immortal.
This is his luck, and he must seize it.
The immortals are gentle and kind in front of them, like brothers and fathers, but they can also be furious when facing the evil people who bully them and kill people.
When the emperor is angry, corpses will float everywhere.
When an immortal gets angry, he is no different from the emperor.
Wu Yan caught up with Zou Ming's pace. He panted and rushed towards the bandits who were still fleeing and hiding.
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The sun is setting.
There were more than 400 bandits on the barren mountain, and none of them survived.
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