Chapter 17: Survive

Meng Xinghun was escorted to the square in front of the main entrance of Xujiapu after being abducted by Wuhua.
The bloodstains and human body residues on the square have been cleaned up, and the villagers in the surrounding villages and baozi of Xujiapu were all driven by soldiers and surrounded the square densely.
Several braziers were erected on the square, and the raging flame illuminated a row of people who were kneeling on the square. Meng Xinghun knelt at the front of the row, and Old Liu head knelt beside him.
Old Liu Tou has awakened from his madness and stopped screaming. He knelt there as if crying and laughing, and his toothless mouth mumbled something vaguely.
"The Three Realms Fire House...The world is like a furnace... It's good if you die, it's good if you die..."
Xu Qingsong sat on a wooden cart, pushed forward by Baoding, and Jiang Feng walked beside him imposingly.
"Fathers, villagers, I will call you here in the middle of the night. Please forgive me if there is any trouble."
Xu Qingsong said weakly to the crowd: "But today I have to call you to be a witness. A major event has occurred in Xujiapu tonight. A group of ignorant and foolish people are instigating the owner of this castle under the instigation of outsiders!"
The villagers gathered in front of the main entrance of Xujiapu were only a part of the people in Xujiapu's sphere of influence. Old man Liu also only mobilized those whose relatives had been victimized, the most oppressed, and the least able to survive.
Most of the villagers didn’t know what happened tonight. They only heard the sound of killing from the castle’s main mansion, and finally there was a volley of fire and volleys. They all hid in the center of the house with fear, thinking that there was a horse bandit in front of the robber. Come to attack Xujiapu.
Xu Qingsong effortlessly raised a splinted arm and pointed to the row of people kneeling below: "Xujiapu has always been a peaceful and happy town. What can you rely on for living and working in peace? It's not the owner of the castle. Shelter? And these white-eyed wolves who have suffered a bit of grievance will be repaid, ungrateful and gang up with outsiders to murder the lord of the castle, do you think they deserve to die?"
The villagers looked at each other. There is no impermeable wall in the world. There are more people in the ten miles and eight villages with relatives. What happened to the people kneeling in front has long been spread in private, but no people dare to speak out in public. Lord An was killed for spreading rumors and deceiving the crowd.
Whispers were heard from the crowd, and the people whispered.
Xu Qingsong's face sank and winked at his subordinates. The subordinate made a gesture to the crowd, and some of the leaders yelled in response in the crowd: "Of course hell! Dogs and thieves who eat inside and outside can be blamed for everyone. Mr. Xu is a good man. God blessed these dog thieves who killed a thousand swords!"
"Damn it!"
"Kill them!"
"It's too cheap to kill them with a single knife. Kill them alive!"
Master Xu Bao nodded in satisfaction, and continued: "They don’t know which evil they worshiped, and what cruel blood sacrifice method they used, they actually called a monster! Fortunately, this monster is afraid of thunder and fire. Otherwise, this monster will kill the lord of the castle, and will fly to your home to eat your children and your blood!"
The soldiers set up Meng Xing's soul, really showing it to the onlookers like a fairy.
"Huh! Really a bat monster!"
"It's scary. My third kid is working in the fort. He just secretly told me that this fairy flew down from the sky and turned into a human. It was impenetrable and powerful, killing many guards!"
"Kill the fairy!"
"Kill this fairy and burn him to ashes so as not to spread the plague."
The people who didn't believe in Xu Qingsong's words saw Meng Xinghun's dress, but began to shout and beat them. The bold villagers picked up the stones and threw them on Meng Xinghun.
Xu Qingsong twitched at the corner of his mouth and said in a loud voice, taking advantage of the enthusiasm of the people: "Tonight, we will come to a demon-eliminating conference in Xujiapu. We will smash this bat corpse into thousands of pieces and burn it into a handful of ashes. All the evil people are also sent to the underworld, so that King Yama will take a good look at this group of monsters, and ask if they are still colluding with any ghosts!"
"Except the demon! Except the demon!"
"God bless you, in this world, all monsters have run out to harm people. Fortunately, there is a strongman like Xu Bao as shelter..."
"Burn them to death!"
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Meng Xinghun never expected that he was here to punish the evil and promote the good, and to arrest Xu Qingsong, who did all the bad things. The fact that Xu Qingsong did evil is clear, but he was able to instigate it with his skillful tongue. Instead, they became fairies, and the people who were wronged became demons!
Are these people hopeless fools?
Ah Fu's words came in his ears, and he answered his questions: "Did you see it? Did you hear it? History has always been written by the victors. Whoever has the right to speak will have the truth. It is the future thousands of years later. In the world, information flows at a high speed, and people’s wisdom has already been opened up, but under the influence of the mass media, extremely stupid and inverted opinions and speeches are still emerging. The most terrifying thing is that there are people who really believe in it, and there are still many believers!"
Ah Fu continued: "So Master Bu can't lose. If he loses or dies, he is just an ugly bat monster in the eyes of the people. A lunatic like'Bei Chou' will become the idol of the Gotham people. , A great leader, always right, and always a glorious saint."
Finally, Ah Fu sighed and said, "Are you ready to be a monster to be eliminated? After you die, Xu Qingsong will be the hero of Xujiapu’s slayer. From your monster’s mouth Saved the lives of thousands of innocent people. Old man Liu and the villagers who had been wronged became guilty ghosts. Without Xu Bao's initiative, the villagers could tear them alive."
Meng Xinghun didn't want to be a monster, and he didn't want to die. There was never a time when he wanted to live so much.
But how can he survive?
The internal strength in the meridians is completely lost. Although he has a treasure body, he can block the piercing of swords but cannot block the blows of clubs, hammers and lead bullets. Numerous hidden injuries and internal injuries have made him unable to use half of his strength. He now has a hand. The scholars who have no power to bind the chicken are not as good as a child who comes to kill him, and he is unable to resist.
Moreover, even if he had strength, he couldn't resist. He was wrapped in a thick cord of beef tendon, and the more he struggled, the tighter he tightened. For insurance, the thick cord was tied to a circle of iron chains. Not to mention the severely injured him, he couldn't escape even in his heyday.
The only good thing is that the armor and helmet on his body have not been stripped off. It's not that Lord Xu Bao didn't want to strip it. This armor is very weird. It has a one-piece design. After wearing it, it has a buckle that locks it. Unless the person wearing the armor wants to take it off, others can't strip it.
This armor is very strong, and it is very difficult to tear it with a sword and a famous sword. It is hard to tear it with a chisel, and it is smashed so hard. The armor even emits electric light and twitches the person to the ground. Xu Bao has been tossing for a long time and has nothing to do. He had no choice but to tie Meng Xinghun into rice dumplings with beef tendon rope and iron chain, and for the time being no longer wanted to hit the treasure.
Xu Qingsong thought that this was probably a kind of magic weapon. He had the ability to recognize the master, and the master could not be deprived if he died. He would try it after killing the bat monster.
Meng Xinghun calmed down, as absolutely calm as before when he was preparing for the assassination. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and his eyes glowed with scorching light, observing every detail, thinking and deducing every possibility.
He was as dedicated as he did when he was killing people, but this time it was not for killing people.