Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 67: Who Dares to be the Sinful Thief?

Han Qiniang's words were too exaggerated, but because of her nervousness, she couldn't explain it clearly no matter how she said it.

Xin Zhuo simply carried the folded gilded spear he had confiscated from Song Dongxi and walked out of the cave.

The autumn sun rose high, and the eastern mountains undulated. The withered yellow forest shimmered with dazzling light under the sunlight. In the forest, there was a continuous roar, chaotic and indistinct, but not only harsh, but also making people feel trance-like.

At this moment, the old, weak, women, and children in Menghu Zhai were in a panic, packing up their bedding and utensils, presenting a scene of imminent disaster.

On the eastern side of the mountain, Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, Han Jiulang, and Xiao Huang stood in a row, staring blankly at the mountain below, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

How many people are coming?

Xin Zhuo walked over in surprise, and Cui Ying'er and the others turned their heads, their faces pale, making way for him. "The leader."

Xin Zhuo nodded and looked down the mountain, unable to help but tremble.

Only to see below, the mountains and plains were filled with people, from the foot of the mountain to the distant valley, the eight-mile official road, the forests, mountain valleys, and riversides, all filled!

Even further away, on the winding mountain road that seemed endless, people were coming one after another.

With over a hundred people, it was like a sea of people. How could there be just thousands or tens of thousands of people in front of them?

The shouts, footsteps, and the shaking of the mountains and forests blended perfectly, even presenting a strange momentum that made people involuntarily feel small and inferior.

No wonder Han Qiniang said, "Several million people have come to attack us." This is no longer a unit of quantity, but a description of great fear.

...

At the forefront at the foot of the mountain were over a hundred elite soldiers from the four major families, each with a cold and murderous expression.

Behind them were a group of young masters from the Jiang family and respectable people from the city, as well as martial artists like Murong Yunxi who were not very high in cultivation and came to watch the excitement.

Shangguan Fanqing stood in a inconspicuous corner with her maidservant Haitang and the owner of the Jin Gou Gambling House, Sun Dalu.

"Which one is Xin Zhuo?"

This was the common question of those who didn't know what Xin Zhuo looked like.

When they left the city, everyone was full of confidence and ambition, thinking that as soon as they met, they would immediately kill Xin Zhuo and his gang, and incidentally wipe out Menghu Zhai, thus eliminating the bandit threat of Fufeng Prefecture in one fell swoop.

However, as they traveled the two hundred li distance, their ambitions were gradually worn down. Many people turned back, many fell behind, and even more were exhausted and confused, not knowing why they had come.

When they finally reached their destination and saw a row of bandits on the mountain, everyone's curiosity outweighed their desire for revenge.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Xin Zhuo, in just one month, has made a great name for himself, robbing the daughter of the prefect, confronting thousands of constables, defeating the scholar and teacher, calmly escaping from the encirclement of the four major families' experts, and then counter-capturing them, causing most of the people in the city to go bankrupt. This is not something an ordinary bandit can achieve.

This undoubtedly left a great shock and a touch of mystery in Fufeng Prefecture.

Many people had imagined Xin Zhuo's appearance countless times, but it was nothing more than a fierce and ruthless bandit with a green face, fangs, a big mouth, and a height of nine feet.

The two female bandits standing on the mountain obviously weren't him, so they were ruled out.

Murong Xiu was also ruled out.

There was no need to consider Xiao Huang.

That left three people, a skinny monkey, a slender and foolish-looking youth who didn't fit the image, and the last one, the one-eyed dragon...

He somewhat fit the image! But...

He was fierce enough, but lacked the air of a king. He seemed like a bandit who randomly hacked people in a play, lacking refinement and disappointing.

At this moment, the bandits on the mountain made way, and the words "the leader" were passed down.

Ah, so the real leader is not here, but he has arrived.

Everyone stared intently, feeling a strange nervousness and excitement.

Then, they saw a tall and straight figure, with long hair casually tied up, and a handsome young man with clear eyebrows and bright eyes.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

This...

He looks quite handsome, but what's going on? Just a neighbor's child?

However, this image was completely different in the eyes of others.

Is it him?

"Why is it him?"

"Well..."

Jiang Hezhu and the other young masters, Murong Yunxi, Sun Dalu, and some of the guests from the Zui Xin Lou, all had varying degrees of shock on their faces.

Although Xin Zhuo no longer had the appearance of a handsome young man, it wasn't difficult to recognize him.

"What do you mean by 'him'?" someone nearby asked in confusion.

Murong Yunxi was the first to scream, "It's that big pig's hoof! The guy who left a poem at Zui Xin Lou and kidnapped the courtesan. He is Xin Zhuo. I really misjudged him!"

The crowd automatically ignored the strange subjective description in her words and focused more on the two poems and the courtesan she mentioned!

The person who wrote "Ten steps to kill a man, a thousand miles without leaving a trace. After the deed, brush off the clothes and disappear without a trace" turned out to be Xin Zhuo, the king of thieves?

Entering the city at night as if entering a deserted place?

Such literary talent?

Is there anything more absurd than this?

"Miss Su, are you sure he is Xin Zhuo?"

The shock on Jiang Hezhu's face had not yet subsided as he looked towards the authoritative figure not far away, Su Miaojin, who was surrounded by a group of guards and the son of the magistrate, Su Zefeng.

Yes, Su Miaojin had also arrived, for some reason unknown, but she wanted to see for herself.

Before Su Miaojin could reply, Su Zefeng immediately said angrily, "Who else could it be if not him? This dog thief Xin Zhuo, even if he turns to ashes, I would recognize him."

After receiving a definite answer, everyone was a bit confused.

At this moment, on the mountain, the person who was completely different from the legend, Xin Zhuo, suddenly had a tiger-skin chair brought over and sat down calmly.

There were no exaggerated heroic words or intimidating thief talk, just by sitting there, facing the courage of a hundred thousand people, it made people's hearts tremble slightly—

This young man was indeed the thief Xin!

...

The atmosphere on the mountain was very awkward, completely different from the thoughts of the people below.

Xin Zhuo's legs were actually trembling a bit as he sat on the tiger-skin chair, not to show off, but to save face.

Even though he had just broken through to the seventh rank and integrated the cultivation technique, he had the confidence to confront a seventh rank expert, but what was the situation in front of him?

Though thousands of miles away, I will conquer them all?

Taking the head of a general in the midst of ten thousand troops?

Who said that? Come and try it yourself?

"Boss, this is too exaggerated." Cui Ying'er, calm as ever, also had a slight tremor in her voice, "We..."

Murong Xiu also nervously rubbed his hands, his face pale, "Although... we're not bad, the enemy is strong and we are weak, the gap is too big. It's better for us to slip away."

"Yes, I'm so scared." Han Qiniang also cautiously walked behind her boss.

Don't rush, my legs are weak, let me rest for a bit.

Xin Zhuo didn't say this out loud, but instead said, "Don't panic..."

The group of thieves immediately looked at him with blood and passion, as if waiting for something,

But there was nothing.

Huang Dagui dryly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Boss, did you leave out half a sentence? That... seven against a million, the advantage is on our side!"

Xin Zhuo's mouth twitched, "Bullshit!"

I absolutely won't pretend to be this kind of person.

Sweeping his gaze over the crowd below the mountain, he could naturally see that there were not only practitioners, but also strong women and children, merchants, and ruffians from the market. This confused him a bit. Why were there so many people? Where did things go wrong?

The people of the Four Great Families loved the people like their own children, and the people respected them. But it shouldn't have attracted so many people, right?

Have they stopped working and living their lives?

"Xin Zhuo!"

Suddenly, a cold and stern shout came from below the mountain.

(End of this chapter)