The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 23 Running in both directions
A group of people walked out of the gate of Lichunyuan and hurried to the office of the Dusi Tianjian.

There was no acting involved in their reluctant expressions, they looked back every three steps, it was pure emotion.

"Stop looking around!"

Wang Wen walked forward with his head held high, growling, "Put down the knife, pick the main road, and try to avoid the crowds."

When everyone heard his roar, their hearts tightened slightly, and then they quickly followed his pace, slowly loosening the swords at their waists without making any sound.

The moon was at its highest point in the sky, and the night market was at its busiest. Everyone came out of Lichunyuan and soon entered the bustling Caoshi.

This is the only way back to the Dusi Tianjian Yamen. Taking a detour would be too conspicuous.

Wang Wen saw the crowd of people in front of him from afar and immediately shouted in a low voice, "Ergou, clear the way!"

Xu Ergou understood what he meant. He stepped over Wang Wen with his knife in hand and swaggered into the crowd. He called out in a high and proud voice, "Young and old gentlemen, please make way for us. We have official business to attend to and need to return to the government office in a hurry..."

When the people of Yangzhou who were strolling around the night market saw the black-sheathed official swords hanging at their waists, they all crowded to the sides of the road and made way for them to pass.

There were many people who knew them and secretly cast contemptuous and disgusted glances at them.

Everyone turned a blind eye. After all, they really weren't that interesting...

"grandfather!"

Suddenly, a clear voice like a child's voice came from the side of the road. Wang Wen glanced and saw a half-grown child with a pair of pigtails staggering towards him, as if he was about to fall.

He instinctively bent his knees and stretched out his arms to catch it, but when he lowered his head he felt something was wrong... Why is this kid's head so big?
Before he could react, he felt a slight sinking in his chest, as if a finger was pointing at it.

This time, even if he was slow to react, he knew he had been tricked...

Realizing that the knife did not penetrate Wang Wen's chest, the "child" turned around and tried to escape back into the crowd.

Wang Wen quickly grabbed his neck and lifted him up like a chicken, grinning and saying, "Where are you going, you little bastard?"

The "child" struggled desperately, but there was no way he could break free from his iron-like hands.

Only then did Wang Wen see clearly that the person in his hand was not a child at all, but a middle-aged dwarf!

In an instant, a loud shout of "Attack" was heard, and at the same time, the friction sound of weapons being drawn could be heard from the crowd around.

"You bastards..."

Wang Wen expressionlessly held the middle-aged dwarf in one hand and slowly stood up. Veins on his forehead bulged, and he was extremely angry: "You are so evil!"

"Click!"

A teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking was heard, and the middle-aged dwarf who had been struggling desperately a second ago suddenly froze, his limbs hanging down, and he excreted feces and urine.

Wang Wen expressionlessly swung the middle-aged dwarf and knocked over a masked man who was swinging a knife at him. Then he rushed forward and used a tiger climbing a mountain move to slam the masked man on the head, who had not yet climbed up. The man's eyes rolled back and he died on the spot.

Behind him, Xu Ergou, Zhang Qing and others had formed a formation and were fighting with the many masked men who rushed up.

As the sound of fighting rang out, the crowd that was shoulder to shoulder around them instantly dispersed in all directions, leaving a large open space.

But none of those who had dispersed left. They all gathered around them from a distance, watching them fight with great interest. Some even brought steaming hot noodles, tofu pudding, and other foods, eating while cheering loudly...

The bad feeling of being treated like a monkey and watched by others made Wang Wen's anger rise to another level.

Instead of yelling in frustration and rage, he silently drew his sword, turned around and strode towards a masked man who was surrounding him with a knife in hand, and started to chop with the knife.

"clang."

The masked man blocked with his knife, trying to give his companion a chance to attack, but the sudden force made his knees go weak. Before he could dodge, he saw a bright knife light in horror.

A huge human head tumbled down, and a mist of blood gushed out of the headless chest, flying more than three feet high... The onlookers watching from a distance saw this and shouted in shock: "Wow, a dead person, a dead person..."

"Ding", "Ding".

At the right moment, two steel knives chopped on both sides of Wang Wen's vest, one on the left and one on the right, but only tore his clothes.

"Chain mail!"

A man shouted and retreated, but he only felt a gust of evil wind blowing towards him. He raised his eyes in panic and saw a burly black shadow coming towards him like a dark cloud. He immediately swung his sword with all his strength, trying to force the man back and win some breathing space.

Wang Wen expressionlessly slapped away the oncoming steel knife, then took another step forward and rushed forward.

"Pfft".

The white knife went in, the red knife came out, and the masked man's struggling body suddenly went limp.

Wang Wen grabbed his neck and swung it around like a long weapon.

He swung the flesh and blood body weighing over a hundred pounds, but it made a low "wuwu" sound as it broke through the air.

"Clang."

The two men took the opportunity to stab Wang Wen in the back with steel knives, but they were knocked away. The two men who lost the knives turned around and ran away without hesitation, but before they ran a few steps, they heard a gust of evil wind blowing from behind their heads.

The two turned their heads in horror and saw a familiar figure rushing towards them.

"It's over!"

The same thought flashed through the minds of the two men, and then they were knocked to the ground by the corpse of their companion with great force.

Wang Wen leaped up, and his burly body, wrapped in a gust of evil wind, landed heavily on the place where the two men fell to the ground. His legs chopped the backs of the two men who fell to the ground fiercely, and a series of hair-raising fracture sounds broke out on the spot.

The two fell to the ground without even a scream, and they fell silent...

The brutal aura made the masked men surrounding him take a step back, and even the spectators watching the excitement from afar shut their mouths and retreat silently.

Wang Wen glanced around with his sword in hand, and seeing that Xu Ergou and his men were fighting in formation with great success and their lives were not in danger for the time being, he immediately rushed towards a lucky masked spectator with his sword.

The heavy footsteps like drums were wrapped in a brutal momentum, forming a powerful sense of oppression. The lucky masked audience was overwhelmed by this oppressive feeling, and his inner defenses were instantly crushed. He collapsed and waved his hand to shoot the steel knife in his hand, turned around and screamed "Ahhh" to run for his life.

"clang."

Wang Wen casually pushed away the soft steel knife, stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot, and shot out like an arrow, catching up with the lucky fleeing spectator in an instant.

The sharp official sword was raised high, and another huge head was about to fall to the ground...

At this moment, a low black shadow suddenly appeared out of nowhere and punched him hard on the left rib with lightning speed, knocking Wang Wen flying on the spot.

"Zi..."

The thousand-layer-soled official boots rubbed against the ground, leaving a long drag mark. Wang Wen steadied his body, raised his eyes to see the big sandbag fist coming towards him, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"clang."

The official sword firmly blocked the sandbag-sized fist. Wang Wen turned his head to look at the short and strong figure in front of him. He was wearing a linen robe and a black scarf, but still showed a dark blue birthmark on his forehead. The grim smile on his mouth quickly turned into a wild laugh: "Green-faced tiger, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

He pushed his official sword and used brute force to force the green-faced tiger in front of him away. Then he stood up and threw the official sword out, and it stuck into a wooden pillar on the street.

Then, shaking his fist, he strode towards Peng Ying, who was trying to cover his ears and steal the bell, with a ferocious look on his face...

Yangzhou City is too small, and just having Wang Wen and a tiger is enough!
(End of this chapter)