Chapter 14: It's much easier to stab people than fish

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  The scene in front of her was something Yang Yinghua didn't dare look at, she had closed her eyes early on.

  Hao Zi only had a little bit of courage, and from his narrowed eyes he secretly peeked outside, seeing the tense scene, immediately closing his eyes tightly.

  Instead, it was Yang Kun who fell to the ground, staring blankly at everything in front of him. He had been defeated by Zhang Zhun, which was already unbelievable and unacceptable. However, what was even more unbelievable was that his four followers had been stabbed by the opponent's bamboo spear as soon as they met!

  If the other party uses a fire gun, he has no opinion at all.

  But the other side used the most primitive bamboo spear!

  How could Yang Kun accept this?

  "Draw your sword!"

  Zhang Zuon's cold and stern voice rang out.

  Four people pulled out the bamboo spear with force.

  Blood gushed out like a spring.

  The splattered fresh blood completely dyed the beach in front of the four attendants red.

  "Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!"

  The bodies of the four attendants fell to the sandy beach like defeated rags, with fresh blood flowing from their wounds and seeping into the dry sand. One of them might have been stabbed a bit off-center by the bamboo spear and hadn't yet stopped breathing; after falling to the ground, he struggled painfully for a while before finally losing all movement.

  He's dead.

  All dead.

  The entire Red Stone Beach was as silent as death.

  Everyone's eyes were first focused on Zhang Zhun's face.

  Zhang Zhun's face was expressionless, like a rock.

  Everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Kun again.

  Yang Kun's face was deathly pale, constantly trembling, and fresh blood kept seeping out from the corners of his mouth.

  "Zou Mingjia, Yang Junjie, Yin Fengyi, Yang Hongwen, bring the triangular stakes over." Zhang Zhun said expressionlessly.

  Just now, their four bamboo spears were cut off by four attendants, and no blood was seen.

  Now, Zhang Zhun wants each of them to see blood for real.

  No blood, no true warrior!

  Zhang Zhun grabbed Yang Kun with one hand.

  Yang Kun begged for mercy with all his might, making promises left and right, just hoping that Zhang Zhun would spare him. His tears, snot, and everything else came pouring out, leaving no trace of the fierce appearance he had before. What's more, the crowd even caught a whiff of something foul, which was coming from him. The ruthless executioner who had been so fearless on the fifteenth day of the first month was now completely paralyzed.

  "Hahaha!"

  Four sharp triangular blades stabbed into Yang Kun's body from different angles.

  In an instant, Yang Kun turned into a corpse, completely silent.

  "It's over."

  Zhang said coldly.

  Yang Qianqiang and Yang Zhìyuán came forward, lifted up Yang Kun's corpse, and threw him into the sea.

  The bodies of the four attendants were also lifted up and thrown into the sea in an orderly manner.

  The waves kept surging and soon swept away all the corpses, disappearing without a trace.

  Zou Mingjia gathered the four waist knives and hid them in the crevices of the rocks behind. The quality of these four waist knives was still quite sharp, and they should be good for killing fish. As for killing people, they were still used to the three-edged spear.

  Yin Fengyi, Yang Hongwen and others brought seawater in wooden buckets and poured it onto the sandy beach with bloodstains. After dozens of buckets of water were poured, all the bloodstains had deeply penetrated to the bottom of the beach, and there was no trace on the surface.

  "Remember, it's easier to stab people than fish."

  Zhang Zhun said lightly.

  All eight of them nodded unconsciously.

  "We're all insiders here, I believe no one will leak the secret."

  "Of course, if someone leaks it, I won't care either."

  Zhang Zhun's eyes swept across the eight people, saying meaningfully.

  "We will absolutely never tell!"

  Eight people said in unison.

  They have all seen blood just now, and no one will joke about their own life and future. Zhang Zhun actually just reminded them. Informing, for them, has no benefits at all.

  "Nothing ever happened here anyway."

  "Let's all go back, it's no big deal."

  "If someone asks about Yang Kun, just say you haven't seen him."

  Zhang Zhun nodded in satisfaction.

  Eight people picked up their things and went their separate ways.

  The Red Stone Beach, which had just been stirred up, slowly returned to its calmness, leaving only Zhang Zhun, Haozi and Yang Yinghua. As a man, Haozi had gradually woken up from the scene of killing people earlier, but Yang Yinghua's expression was still a bit unusual. Women, after all, have a slightly weaker psychological endurance, witnessing the bloody scene with their own eyes, having some overreacted reactions, is only natural.

  "Xiao Ya, it's okay, don't be afraid. It's okay, don't be afraid."

  Yang Yinghe pursed her thin lips and said in a low voice: "I... Yang Kun really died?"

  Zhang said in a low and solemn tone: "Dead can't be deader."

  "It's good that he's dead, it's good that he's dead. The grudge against Little Chrysanthemum and Little Zhen has been avenged."

  Zhang Zhun nodded solemnly and said slowly: "Yes."

  The two women mentioned by Yang Yinghua were both raped by Yang Kun and then jumped into a well to die in the middle of the night. When people found their bodies in the morning, they had already turned cold. In Yangjiatun, there were not just these two young women who were raped by Yang Kun.

  Every time Yang Kun returns from Fushan City, Yang Yinghua and other young girls will hide immediately, and this time is no exception. Yang Yinghua even ran to find Zhang Zhun here, seeking refuge.

  Fortunately, Zhang Zhun did not disappoint her.

  Yang Kun is dead, all the young girls in Yangjia Village can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

  Of course, Yang Yinghua was seriously underestimating the consequences of killing Yang Kun, which was Zhang Zhun's business. Since Zhang Zhun killed him, he would have a way to deal with the consequences. That's right, that's what Yang Yinghua thought. In her eyes, Zhang Zhun had gradually become omnipotent.

  "Look at the sky, it's getting late," Zhang Zhun said unconsciously, pulling Yang Yinghua's hand and saying, "Let's go back."

  Yang Yinghua lowered her head and said with some shyness: "Okay."

  The three returned to Yangjia Village, only to find that the atmosphere was still somewhat tense. Many young girls who had hidden away had not yet returned, clearly worried that Yang Kun would return to Yangjia Village. Of course, they did not know that Yang Kun had been killed, and Zhang Zhun and the others would not say anything, so everyone could only continue to feel anxious for a while longer.

  Of course, Yang Kun is dead, and it's impossible for Yangjia Village to take no preventive measures. Yang Guanglei's son is dead, and he must be urging Wang Shixin to continue sending people to Yangjia Village to stir up trouble. The biggest weakness of Yangjia Village lies in the group of people who go to Laoshan to gather firewood. Zhang Quan called Yang Ruiying aside and briefly told him what had happened, reminding him that when they went to Laoshan to gather firewood, they must be careful.

  From Yangjiatun to Laoshan to gather firewood is a necessary task for salt production. The usual path they take is around the south side of Fushan City, without crossing through Fushan City. Fushan City only has three city gates: east, west and north. If people inside the city want to come out and work, they must take a detour.

  This stretch of road is what Zhang Zhun wants to fight for in terms of reporting time.

  Therefore, Zhang Zhun arranged for Haozi to closely monitor the movements of Fushan City and stare at the three city gates of Fushan City. If a large number of people and horses are found leaving the city, they must sound the alarm immediately.

  Hao Zi readily agreed.

  Practicing assassination, this kid is definitely not good enough, but making friends with the three religions and nine streams, stealing chickens and dogs, his skills are actually quite good. Yangjia Village seems to have several people like him, everyone works together, basically can stare at the three city gates of Fushan City to death. If there's any big move, it will definitely be discovered in the first time.

  "Be careful at night too."

  Zhang Zhun was still not quite at ease.

  "Jade Lin, don't worry about this matter of being watched."

  The mouse rarely gained confidence once and patted his chest to guarantee it.

  It's a matter of life and death for his loved ones, so Huo Zhe is indeed very serious.

  After dinner in the evening, Zhang Zhun took some time to tell Yang Kaidi about what happened during the day.

  Yang Kai De listened quietly, and after a long time, he said with emotion: "Yu Lin, you got rid of a scourge. If the villagers knew, they would definitely be grateful to you, especially Xiao Hua, Xiao Zhen's father, and Tang Ying's children. The blood debt he owed was too great, and finally, heaven opened its eyes, and his crimes were punished as they should be. However, for now, we still can't let them know."

  Zhang nodded and said: "I think so too, confidentiality is very important."

  Yang Kaidao comforted, "With this scourge gone, our Yang family's days will at least be a bit better. Yulin, don't worry too much about keeping secrets, I guarantee those few won't leak anything. In the future, when we encounter Wang Shixin's minions, if there's an opportunity, we'll take out a few more. Once his minions are all gone, he won't have much power left."

  Zhang nodded slightly.

  Yang Kaidao continued: "Wang Shixin has another powerful henchman, Hei Bao. This man is always followed by thirty or forty people, with all sorts of weapons, and he is the most ruthless. On the fifteenth day of the first month, two of our men were killed at his hands, and countless others were injured. If we can get rid of this man, Wang Shixin will have to take action himself."

  Zhang Zhun said calmly: "I let Haozi collect information about the black leopard. If there is a chance, I will take him down at the first time."

  Yang Kaidi said with a smile: "Yulin, with your help, I really believe that good days are ahead. Bring me the crutches, I want to go to Old Chen's place for a visit. Now everyone in the village is watching you, whenever you need someone to help, just tell me."

  "Good!" Zhang nodded and said.

  Although the old man was inconvenient in action, when he heard that Yang Kun had been killed, he still seemed quite excited. With a lingering meaning, he leaned on his crutches and went to chat with several key military households. As for what he would say to the military households, it is unknown.

  Unconsciously, five or six days have passed again.

  In these five or six days, the city of Fushan did not have any big reaction. The feedback from Haozi was that everything was normal. Yang Kun's father, Yang Guolei, also didn't take any special action, as if he still hadn't discovered that his son had been swept away by the tide.