Travel to the Water Margin

Chapter 100 I Said, I Will Do It

The face of the middle-aged fisherman was sweating, trembling with fear and horror from the bottom of his heart, "I... I really didn't steal the dragon blood knife from the lord, how dare I lie to the lord. If I want to lie, I can't..."

The young man smiled sinisterly: "Hehe, let me tell you, seven days ago, the last people in my Fujiwara family to guard the treasure house were you and Saburo Takumi?"

The middle-aged man nodded apprehensively, and said, "That's right, that's right, Master Fujiwara-san."

Fujiwara-san suddenly said coldly: "Mizutani Ichiro, the Fujiwara treasure house was stolen, but you and Takumi Saburo disappeared at the same time, who will believe this?"

Mizutani Ichiro said eagerly: "It's absolutely true, my lord, I really didn't steal that night..."

Fujiwara-san suddenly sneered, stretched out his hand and slapped Ichiro Mizutani with blood spurting from his mouth and nose, and rolled on the ground.

"My lord, I found it." A warrior with two swords suddenly pulled something out of the wheelbarrow.

This is a knife with a very strange shape, the scabbard is black, the handle is black, and it is a Tang knife with a vermilion gemstone.

A samurai leader walked slowly, with an ordinary appearance, a bean-sized black mole on his chin, triangular eyes with wandering eyes, revealing a strong hostility.

Everyone in the fishing village looked at the knife, and all the young and old in the fishing village looked at Ichiro Mizutani, and their triangular eyes also stared at him.

Ichiro Mizutani softened immediately after being glanced at by him, bent over and said with a smile: "Master Fujiwara-san, I was wrong, I was wrong"

"You are sensible." That Fujiwara-san said with a smile: "Kill it."

The triangular-eyed man sneered and said that if he pulled Old Man Hai, it would be a knife to the head.

"Stop, stop, help, someone is dead... help..."

The woman with disheveled hair seemed to be frantically pulling the warrior's hand. The child was so frightened that he fainted.

A wheelbarrow, a dead body was hanging in front of the car, a sticky streak of blood flowed up the sand like a thread...

The woman lay down on the sand and kowtowed, and even the tone of her voice became inhuman!
Fujiwarayama took back the Dragon Blood Sword, glanced at the people in the fishing village, and sneered: "Kill them all."

"Hi."

Several samurai agreed abruptly, rushed up and swung their knives.

"do not want!"

"We are innocent!"

"You are too much!"

Old Man Hai glanced at the messy and bloody corpses all around him, and suddenly became furious.

"Flywheel Flash"

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and Old Man Hai turned into a silver rainbow, flying like lightning, and the rabbits rose and fell, constantly rising and falling among the warriors!
Strangely enough, the hostile two sides were outnumbered, seventeen against one, and although the besieged Old Man Hai was swaying and faltering, his movements and moves were light and erratic, as fast as lightning, and his moves Weird.

"You are deceiving people too much. If he steals your belongings, just kill him. Since he wants to attack innocent people like us."

"The Art of Golden Escape"

All of a sudden, Old Man Hai let go of his hands and threw out the cold stars all over the sky, flying towards them like a torrential rain.

The surrounding samurai continued to slash with their samurai swords.

Triangle Eyes gritted his teeth, and said boldly, "Okay, I didn't expect there to be a ninja hidden here."

Old man Hai jumped up, and pulled out two short sharp knives from his lower body, and the two sharp knives immediately slashed towards the triangular eye like lightning.

At the moment that Old Man Hai made a move, Triangle Eyes also made a move suddenly, turning back and hitting him on the bridge of the nose.

Blood splattered wildly, he screamed miserably and held his face, the triangular-eyed knee hit his lower abdomen.

He bent down, and suddenly fell down like mud, his body shrunk into a ball, tears and snot flowed out along with the blood, and then he convulsed again and stopped moving.

The surrounding warriors attacked and attacked suddenly, falling like a violent storm.

Hai Lao's mind went blank, seeing several samurai swords slashing at him, he felt sad.

Suddenly, a samurai couldn't help but yelled, and fell backwards. When he looked down, blood flowed from his chest.

A gust of wind blows.

"Who are you!!" Fujiwara-san shouted.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, the red kitchen knife was pulled out, the jet-black clothes, jet-black eyes were so black that they shone.

The wind blew his disheveled hair, and some hairs fluttered,

A pair of eyes burning like flames stared at the group of warriors.

Lin Youde calmly helped Old Man Hai up, but his eyes kept flickering.

"Old man Hai, are you alright?"

"Mr. Lin, run. They are the Fujiwara clan, the local lords. If you kill the samurai, they won't let it go."

"Foreigner?" Tiger Fujiwara shouted, "Kill him."

All the warriors dispersed as if they had just woken up from a dream, and surrounded Lin Youde.

"Only a dozen of you?" Lin Youde shook his head.

With a sound of "choking", the triangular eyes came out of their sheaths, jumped out suddenly, and rushed towards Lin Youde.

"Mr. Lin, be careful."

Old man Hai cried out in surprise, and suddenly he heard the sound of two gold and iron clanging, he was dumbfounded for a moment.

There was a sharp sound of "嗖", and a sound of "Dang".

The samurai sword in Triangle Eye's hand was cut off three inches from the hilt, and the blade fell to the ground, lying on the ground bright and white.

Looking at the handle of the knife with triangular eyes, his face was as pale as paper.

The footsteps of the surrounding samurai couldn't help but stop, and they almost stopped breathing.

It turned out that it was Lin Youde who saw the triangular eyes attacking him, and Lin Youde suddenly slashed at him with a kitchen knife, and the samurai sword broke.

Then Lin Youde kicked the triangular eyes flying, his figure was like lightning, he directly grabbed Fujiwara Shan's neck, with the kitchen knife across his neck, and said coldly: "Be obedient, or die."

"who are you?"

Fujiwara-san felt the coldness of his neck, and gradually became angry. He said, "Foreigners, what do you want? Do you know who we are? The general will tear you to pieces if he finds out."

"Haha," Lin Youde said indifferently, "I want to find out what's going on."

Fujiwara-san smiled coldly and said: "It is not a pity for a thief to die. What you have seen is his punishment for refusing to hand over the treasured sword of my Fujiwara family!"

Lin Youde stared at Mount Fujiwara, and said: "Your position is right, you are very violent, but sadly," Lin Youde pointed to those innocent fishermen, and said, "What about these? They didn't steal anything from you, did they?"

Fujiwara-san said fiercely: "Hahaha, I'm happy, let's play!"

Lin Youde said slowly: "Then you deserve to die! You all deserve to die."

Fujiwara-san smiled contemptuously and said, "It's up to you?!"

Lin Youde said calmly: "I will do what I say!"

Fujiwara-san said with a strong sense of provocation: "I am the same, if I want you to die, you will definitely die!"

Hearing a "pop" sound suddenly, his voice suddenly cut off.

No blood was seen, no screams were heard, and he had already fallen on his back.

Quiet, terribly quiet, everyone looked at Lin Youde quietly.

The dark clouds in the sky were as thick as splashed ink, rolling layer upon layer.

The strong wind raised the ear-piercing sound, rolling up bursts of gravel to cover people's eyes and ears;

There was no one on the shore, and seagulls flew over from afar and landed on the wooden stakes and drying ropes beside the shore.

A group of people in the fishing village finally put out the fire, and the samurai threw them into the sea to feed the sharks.

Old Man Hai sat on the ground and looked at a man and a woman opposite him, scratching his head: "The fire is saved, I told you they are General Fujiwara's warriors, why do you still look at me like that?"

"You really don't want to leave?" Lin Youde looked at Old Man Hai, this is a stubborn old man, other villagers fled here early in the morning with their families, fearing that the army of the Fujiwara family would attack.

Lin Youde killed the son of the Fujiwara family and was bound to be frantically attacked by the Fujiwara family.

Old Man Hai watched the swaying boats leaving on the sea, and shook his head.

For ten years, he has regarded this dilapidated fishing village as his hometown.

There are not many things in life that can make him feel happy, only drinking and gambling are left.

"Old man Hai, amazing." Lin Youde gave a thumbs up, this is a real man.

(End of this chapter)