Quickly cross the big devil, she is delicate and weak

Chapter 67 The Delicate and Weak Little Cook × Double-Faced Hero (13)

Seeing this situation, Jiang Min smiled slightly, but the smile never reached his eyes.

"You actually want to attack the envoy sent by the heavens. It's treasonous and should be killed."

There seems to be nothing wrong with Jiang Min saying that she is a messenger sent by heaven, she was indeed sent by heaven in a certain sense to save Zhiheng.

These few people are the turning point that changed Zhiheng's fate.

Zhiheng, during the day, is an ordinary and hard-working medical doctor, but at night, he will transform into a hero who robs the rich and helps the poor, a ghost mask.

This name is because Zhiheng will wear a ghost mask every time, no one knows who he is, more and more people say ghost mask ghost mask, as time goes by, this ghost mask represents a person.

Because the ghost mask will pay special attention to the things that the bandits "pay tribute" to the town government, so the government hates him deeply, and has been wanting him for the crime of robbing the government of disaster relief funds.

But because the ghost mask wears a mask every time he appears, no one knows who he is, and even the government has forgotten about the arrest warrant after a long time.

Until one day, the government received a report from someone, and everyone became energetic, and went to arrest Zhiheng for something good.

The ghost mask's identity was exposed, and Zhiheng was caught by the police and the bandits together. He was sentenced to beheaded for the crime of robbing the court tribute, but was strongly opposed by the town residents. Things got serious, and Zhiheng was spared, sentenced to exile, and not allowed to return for life.

In the end, Zhiheng died on the road to exile.
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There was a gentle breeze in the dark night, and the faint smell of blood dissipated with the wind.

A thin branch actually directly pierced the beggar's chest.

Jiang Min's eyes were drawn quickly and indifferently, without spattering a drop of blood.

Seeing this situation, the other beggars were all dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that a woman who looked weak and sick would be a murderous villain.

It's much scarier than the ghost mask that only scares people just now.

Beggar A wanted to repeat the same trick, crawling towards Jiang Min on his knees, crying and saying, "Woman, I'm 80 years old..."

With a light wave of Jiang Ren's hand, he directly smashed his glib mouth, and smiled obediently at him: "There is no need to say such things anymore, I don't have such a soft heart as him."

"I'm used to seeing the faces of wicked people, and I know best what they're thinking." Jiang Min said casually as he stepped on the corpse.

Seeing that Jiang Min was difficult to deal with, everyone clenched their sticks tightly.

"Come on together."

The few people were not polite, they looked at each other, and all rushed towards Jiang Min with sticks in hand.

Jiang Min stood on the spot without dodging or hiding, and drove those people back without moving his footsteps.

With a fixed look in his eyes, Jiang Min's moves were full of murderous intentions, and he killed all those people in a few strokes.

Jiang Min's clean dress was spotless, she threw away the blood-dripping branch, looked at the corpses indifferently, turned and left.

"Want to run after killing someone? There is no such reason in the world."

The same words have the same taste when spoken by different people, for example, it is so gentle and elegant when spoken from Zhiheng's mouth.

Zhiheng's figure appeared behind Jiang Min. Jiang Min turned around to look at Zhiheng, with blank eyes, and asked innocently, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand."

Zhiheng turned slightly to the side, motioning Jiang Min to look at the tragic scene behind him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Min's acting skills were particularly exaggerated and he covered his mouth and pretended to be surprised.

(End of this chapter)