Gao Wu: Traveling through the heavens in dreams, a professional rebel!

Chapter 81 Suddenly there is a madman sharpening his knife at night, the imperial star is swaying and Mars is high, he kills through the Qing capital, no one can stop him in an instant.

In an instant, the leading official felt dizzy and his consciousness became blurred.

At a vague moment, I seemed to see a familiar figure leaning backwards.

"Why... there is a headless corpse?"

His lips moved slightly, but he was unable to utter these last words.

at the same time.

The faces of many detectives changed drastically, and they shouted loudly with expressions of fear.

"The head...the head...the head...fell off...fell off..."

"Oh my God! The boss's head fell off!"

"You are such a bold thief! How dare you commit treason! Kill...kill him!"

"..."

It has to be said that the quality of Kyoto's detectives is much better than those in other cities.

At the very least, after seeing Lin Yaozu kill someone, he still dared to fight to the death.

But it's useless, you will die anyway.

The next moment.

"Whoosh~"

A sonic boom sounded, and at some point, Lin Yaozu disappeared from the table.

In just a blink of an eye, he appeared again, put the knife aside, and continued to eat meat and drink.

The whole process looked as if nothing had ever happened.

At the same moment, the dozens of detectives who were rushing forward suddenly stopped moving and were neatly broken into two pieces.

"Uh... no... don't..."

"Monster...monster..."

"Demon... demon..."

"..."

On the ground, a few detectives, whose vitality was still stronger than that of their colleagues, vomited blood with terrified expressions and left words of panic in their last breaths.

Then, he completely lost all signs of life.

Not far away, several waiters and cooks huddled together, their bodies trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

It was like the last few leaves on the branches being blown by the cold wind, shivering and unable to control themselves.

His eyes were full of horror and fear.

After a dozen breaths, Lin Yaozu put down his chopsticks and spoke in a cold tone.

"Make the best room available. I'll be back soon."

As he spoke, he stepped out of the inn, knife in hand, heading straight for the palace.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Then, the waiter and the cooks looked at each other.

"What should we do? What should we... do next? Escape?"

“Hiss, hiss, hiss… Who on earth is that gentleman? How dare he kill an official!”

"Or, just roll up some money and hide away!"

"Bah! Bad idea! Hide? Where to hide? If he really comes back! We'll all die!"

"Right, right, right! So many yamen runners have died, and there are still officials inside. If we run, we will probably be caught and brought back to take the blame!"

"Do as you are told and nothing else! I want to live."

"..."

On the other side, Lin Yaozu was walking forward with a knife in his hand.

During this period, I encountered other yamen runners or soldier patrols many times.

"Who are you? Why don't you stop?"

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"It's curfew time, and you're walking around recklessly. Catch him..."

"Uh uh uh……"

"Bold..."

"Ah...uh..."

Every time we meet, the development is surprisingly similar.

Those officials either scolded, got angry, or prepared to arrest people.

But what greeted them was indeed a flash of rumored knife, and then there were only screams with sobs. Finally, it returned to dead silence, with only corpses scattered on the ground.

To Lin Yaozu, who had a star power of 30,000 points and a star body of 3,000 points, these foreign soldiers and officials of the Qing Dynasty were as weak as ants.

Killing it is also easy.

Soon, the streets and alleys where he passed were littered with corpses.

One hundred... two hundred... three hundred...

Under the flames of the city, strips of darkness appeared as Lin Yaozu moved.

It was as if an invisible dark beast was moving forward and swallowing up the light.

After two incense sticks, the east gate of the palace.

Hundreds of guards were standing guard nearby, and in the darkness, Lin Yaozu stepped out step by step with a knife in hand.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the guards immediately stepped forward and shouted angrily.

"Who are you? How dare you come here with weapons? Are you planning to rebel?"

The moment the words fell, the familiar knife light flashed again.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak~”

Hundreds of guards had their waists broken at the same time.

Weapons, armor, and body were all broken into two.

Lin Yaozu walked slowly to the center of the palace gate, waved his hand, and took out all the heads of hundreds of Qing officials that had been chopped off from behind from the storage space.

And, they were piled up into a majestic and spectacular skull memorial.

The faces of those heads were twisted and hideous, and there seemed to be eternal fear at the corners of their mouths.

A pair of lifeless eyes stared directly at the outside world, revealing unspeakable horror.

Then, Lin Yaozu slowly took out a huge whetstone, placed the knife on it, and began to sharpen it.

“Huo~Huo~”

The hoarse sound of sharpening the knife seems particularly creepy in the silent night.

There is also a star in the sky that seems to be pulled inward, emitting a brighter light than usual.

There is a saying that goes, "Suddenly there is a madman sharpening his knife at night, and the imperial star is swaying high in the sky."

The scene at this moment is exactly as described in the poem.

As time went by, the Qing court discovered the abnormalities at the inn, the tragic scenes in the streets and alleys, and even the corpses of guards strewn on the ground in front of the palace.

From all directions, groups of soldiers and constables led by officials rushed towards the east gate of the imperial palace like a tide.

Everyone looked solemn and walked in a hurry.

But in a moment, the gate of the East Palace was surrounded by heavy troops, leaving no room for escape.

However, the devastating scene and the terrifying Jingguan also made the foreigners feel fearful.

Some of the more experienced officials, when they saw the skulls that made up the Jingguan, were so frightened that their faces turned pale, they trembled all over and muttered to themselves.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss... That... That's Lord Zhao from the Shanhe Liangguangbudusi..."

"Xicheng County Magistrate Song... Director Liu of the Southwest Transportation Department..."

"Oh my God! Report it quickly! This madman... this madman... has killed at least hundreds of local officials..."

"..."

Inside the Imperial Palace, the Queen Mother's bedroom.

Many ministers knelt below, horrified and describing the scene at the east gate of the palace.

"Old Buddha... that madman is called Lin Yaozu... he has killed hundreds of officials... he is now sharpening his knife at the East Gate..."

"Yes, yes, yes... Hundreds of guards died miserably, with broken backs..."

"Monster...evildoer...evil star scourge..."

"..."

On the phoenix couch, the old witch queen Yehenara's face became more and more ugly. After a few breaths, she slammed the table in anger.

"Waste! You are all waste! How dare you let a mere traitor wreak havoc in Kyoto!"

"Kill! Gather the troops and kill that bastard!"

"What a monster... If hundreds of people can't kill him, use thousands or tens of thousands of people... Even if he is a god, I will kill him with my hands!"

"And the firearms we bought from foreign barbarians, take them all out and use them!"

"The king humiliates the minister and he dies!"

"If you allow that traitor to successfully disrupt the peace of the Imperial Palace, I will kill all nine generations of your clan!"

(End of this chapter)