After dressing like a waste of wood, I relied on dry food to reach the peak of my life

Chapter 139 City Lord
The man with the scar snorted coldly, and walked forward.

With him in the lead, the rest of the patrol followed.

Several people felt a little uneasy in their hearts, but now that the situation has become like this, they have no better way.

Even the man with the scar winked at his subordinates and wanted him to send reinforcements, but he was blocked back by a circle of ascetics.

Someone else took out a door panel and carried the male corpse up. The woman supported the door panel, weeping, and trotted to the front of the crowd, walking in front of the cloth strips.

Li Qingmeng turned her head and glanced at Gong Yumo: "The props are quite complete."

Gong Yumo smiled: "Unfortunately, this time I can only teach the patrol team a lesson, so that they will restrain themselves a little in the future, and dare not go too far against ordinary people, but it will not hurt the high-level personnel of the City Defense Department at all, let alone the city lord." gone."

Li Qingmeng comforted: "As long as there is a change, it will gradually get better. The seeds of resistance have been planted. A single spark can start a prairie fire."

The crowd moved forward, and Gong Yumo looked at Li Qingmeng: "Do you want to see the result?"

"Of course, they're all here."

"Then by car or on foot?"

Li Qingmeng jumped off the carriage: "I will join one too."

She stepped forward to chase the crowd.

Gong Yumo jumped down, but was held by the driver's arm: "Young master, there are so many people in chaos. If you go like this, it will be easy to expose and dangerous..."

Gong Yumo patted the coachman's arm: "Uncle De, don't worry, with Mr. Liu here, he won't let anyone hurt me. I still owe him a copybook by Wang Xihe, and he doesn't want me to die. "

After finishing speaking, he turned around and quickly chased Li Qingmeng.

The coachman turned his head and glanced at the carriage, gritted his teeth, left the carriage on the side of the road, and chased after it.

Li Qingmeng had already mixed into the crowd, and then raised her fist and yelled twice.

Gong Yumo squeezed beside her and followed her forward.

The team moved forward all the way, and the people they met on the side of the road, attracted by the battle, would follow up and ask loudly what was going on.

There are always people who tell the previous things over and over again vividly.

As a result, more and more people joined in, and the crowd became bigger and bigger like a snowball.

After more than half an hour, when they arrived outside the city lord's mansion, the crowd was so dense that they could not see the end at a glance, it seemed that people from less than half of the city had come.

Someone has already reported the change here to the city lord.

At this time, he pretended that he had just learned about it, and was invited out.

The City Lord's Mansion is a very large building, surrounded by high walls.

There is a tall gatehouse at the entrance of the gate, and a terrace on the second floor.

The lord of the city, Shen Rumo, stood on the high terrace, looking down.

There was a din of people below, and everyone, led by some people in front, raised their fists vigorously and shouted: "Officials of the City Defense Department hurt people in the street, bend the law for personal gain, disregard human life, and must be severely punished!"

Shen Rumo raised his hand and pressed down, signaling for everyone to silence, but some people were still shouting excitedly.

Shen Rumo's originally gentle face darkened a little, he pulled out his knife, and released all the aura of the twelfth-level "Dao Yin Wuming".

He raised his hand and slashed the knife towards the sky. The air of the knife rubbed against the air, making an ear-piercing sound, while pressing down heavily.

Under such pressure, some ordinary people directly knelt down, and the crowd fell silent for an instant.

The old man who wrote the cloth note took out a huge writing brush and swiped it in the air a few times like a freehand brushwork. The mountainous saber aura gradually loosened and then slowly dissipated.

(End of this chapter)