Wanbao Lady

Chapter 310: Spear Guarding the Coffin

After asking the surrounding villagers, he found out that as he expected, the person in the coffin was Qi Sheng who died of poison!

The prefect said that he wanted to see the person alive or the body dead, so these officers and soldiers came here to snatch the coffin.

The two gangsters naturally refused to do so and fought with the soldiers, but unfortunately they were hacked to death.

"Master Murong, why are you here?"

The leading officer asked, but his face was alert.

Hearing this, Murong Zhuo looked carefully and recognized him immediately.

This person was the one who passed by him that day and later reported his self-injury to the prefect!

My friend's words still echo in my ears.

Hang the corpse at the city gate... let everyone see...

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the spear, his eyes filled with intense anger.

"Everyone is dead, but Lord Lu is unwilling to let go of even one dead person..."

As he spoke, Murong Zhuo's eyes gradually turned cold, and he held the spear across his body, "I want to bury him in peace. If you want to snatch the body, you have to step over me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of lightning illuminated the darkness, revealing Murong Zhuo's stern expression.

The next moment, a loud thunder sounded in the sky.

The sudden sound of thunder startled the officers and soldiers, and made many of them look uneasy.

They also knew what the prefect wanted them to do when he asked them to snatch the corpse.

I have to say that the means are a bit extreme.

Could it be that God couldn't stand it anymore and became angry?

The leading official looked at the expressions of the officers and soldiers around him, frowned, and shouted, "What are you afraid of? It's just a thunderstorm! If the prefect's order is not completed, who can take the responsibility?"

As he spoke, he pointed the long sword in his hand forward and stared at the person opposite him, "Master Murong, are you going to betray the prefect?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

Hearing this, Murong Zhuo's expression did not change at all. He untied a token from his waist with one hand and threw it to the other party, "Please return this token to the prefect, and tell him that Zhuo has repaid his life-saving grace over the years and no longer owes him anything."

The leading officer took the token and his expression suddenly froze when he saw its appearance clearly.

However, the man on the other side held his spear in front of him again and said, "To take away someone's corpse and insult it is not what a virtuous person would do! I still say the same thing. If you insist on not retreating, please step over me!"

The voice was sonorous and powerful and could not be rejected.

The leading officer's expression changed, and after some hesitation, he finally waved his hand and shouted, "Go!"

Seeing the people behind him hesitate, he turned back and said sternly: "What are you still standing there for? If we fail to complete the prefect's order, we will all be in trouble!"

Upon hearing this, the officers and soldiers became determined and immediately rushed forward with weapons in hand, shouting and killing.

"Fellow villagers, please leave immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Zhuo immediately blocked the swords of several people with his spear, and then used the spear to knock the intruders away.

Seeing this, the villagers behind him immediately looked for places to hide, but they would pop their heads out from time to time to observe the situation on the scene.

From Chongfan's perspective, he saw the owner of the body sometimes leaping and moving, sometimes waving his gun to block, and sometimes sweeping with his palms and legs, just knocking people down but not killing them.

Maybe it was because they saw Murong Zhuo showing mercy, maybe it was because of the thunder just now, or maybe it was because of something else, Chong Fan clearly saw that many officers and soldiers were quietly slacking off in secret.

The guy next to him was just slightly grazed by the spear. Was it necessary for him to scream so exaggeratedly?

And that one, who was just slapped neither lightly nor heavily, but he pretended to faint!

Only the leading official fought with all his strength, but he was no match for Murong Zhuo and was knocked away by the spear.

"Come on! Come on!"

He hid behind everyone, rubbing his chest with a grimace and shouting.

The man on the field fired his gun as fast as a dragon and as swift as the wind, and every move was just right.

But only Chongfan, who was watching from the first-person perspective, knew that the owner of this body had suffered such punishment before, and had been jolted all the way before his wounds had healed, and now he was simply holding on!

His movements had unconsciously weakened.

He was also breathing heavily.

Even so, almost half of the officers and soldiers present were beaten to the ground, screaming and crying.

After a while, Murong Zhuo moved his ears and clearly heard the clattering sound of horse hooves coming from far away.

At the same time, shouts came from the night wind: "Stop! Stop now!"

Looking up, I saw a man riding a horse galloping towards me.

Murong Zhuo was surprised when he saw the person coming.

Some people also recognized him and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Isn't that An Zhubu? Why is he here too?"

"What, Master An is here too?"

The leading official was shocked when he heard this.

An Zhubu is a favorite of the prefect. Could it be that he came with the prefect's order?

After a while, the man got off his horse, held his waist with his hands, grimaced, and limped towards us, holding his hands high and shouting, "Stop it now!"

God knows how a scholar like him could endure the bumpy journey.

I feel like my butt and waist are no longer my own.

"Murong Zhuo, Murong Zhuo, I really owe you!"

The visitor walked quickly, talking to himself in a low voice.

Seeing the person approaching, everyone stopped and bowed, "Master An."

The leading official also bowed and asked in confusion, "Master An, why are you here too?"

An Zhubu immediately straightened up, as if nothing had happened, raised his eyes and glanced around, and immediately understood the current situation.

Fortunately, I arrived in time!

"I came here with the prefect's order."

As soon as these words were spoken, the leading official clenched his fist unwillingly, while the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw Master An quickly walk up to Murong Zhuo, look him up and down, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his friend did not have any more wounds on his body.

"You, you are so stubborn! Fortunately, I arrived in time!"

Master An sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Murong Zhuo smiled indifferently, "It's really hard for you to travel such a long distance."

An Zhubu glanced at him immediately and snorted.

But Murong Zhuo said, "I wonder what order the prefect has given you? If you insist on taking this man's body away, I hope Zhuo will forgive me for not obeying your order!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and clasped his fist.

But An Zhubu put his hands in his sleeves, his expression was serious, but there was a trace of sadness between his brows, "Are you really determined to do this? If you do this, there will be no turning back!"

Hearing this, Murong Zhuo lowered his eyes and said calmly: "The world is so big, there is no place where we can't go. Besides, I have already handed over the token given by the prefect. From now on, we are done with each other and owe each other nothing!"

Master An opened his mouth and finally let out a long sigh.

He then took out a document from his sleeve and said, "As I expected, it has come to this."

He turned around, faced the officers and soldiers, and then unfolded the document and said loudly: "This is the prefect's order. Order, withdraw the troops!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.