Scourge Messenger

Chapter 22 Everyone is not allowed to move, robbery
They escaped!

The moment An Wu cut open the cell, the monk immediately realized that something was wrong.

In Chang'an City, where it is impossible to hurt each other, it takes the help of several people to catch one person. Now more than a dozen people have escaped from the cell. It is impossible for the two of them to solve the problem alone. The entire Anguo Temple must come together to suppress this group of people!
He turned and punched the copper bell on the wall. Suddenly, a clear ringing sound echoed from above into the cell. Then, the two monks blocked the narrow passage together, shouting, "You can't escape! As long as we block this place, none of you can fly away!"

This is why so much effort was expended in digging space underground to build cells - in Chang'an, it might take five people to catch one person, but only two people were needed to catch a hundred people!
An Wu could cut through the iron fence, but he couldn't possibly hurt them!

Soon Anguo Temple will be closed, and dozens of monks will come together to suppress these courageous creatures. The two of them only need to block them for a quarter of an hour... no, half a quarter of an hour will be enough!
An Wu didn't look at the monks, but turned to Xue Yan and the others and said, "We will attract the monks' attention when we go up there. They won't be able to take care of you. Then you can find a way to escape."

"You had medicine, why didn't you save us earlier?"

"Yes, why did you just watch us starve for so many days?"

"You almost starved us to death!"

"Whose subordinates are you? How can you not care about our lives?"

As soon as they left the cell, someone started complaining, and then others joined in, blaming An Wu and An Liu.

Xue Yan was so angry that he could no longer bear it, and he also had the strength to do so, so he cursed loudly: "A bunch of ungrateful idiots, the ones who starved you were the bald donkeys from Anguo Temple, why are you scolding them? If they hadn't saved you, you wouldn't know where you would have been sold to now!"

Immediately, a delicate lady retorted: "They saved us for the credit, that's what they should do!"

"The last thing they should do is slap you!"

The person who spoke was not Xue Yan, but the petite Miss Yang San. She almost jumped up and said, "Don't you just think that no one in Chang'an can beat you, so you dare to say such nonsense? Do you think they blocked the door a few days ago to starve that bald donkey Benzhi to death? It was to protect us! You are such ungrateful beasts, you have no—"

"Haha."

An Wu suddenly laughed out loud. Everyone looked at him, but he lowered his head and muttered to himself, "There really are people who complain..."

He looked at everyone and said something strange: "If you complain about me, I have only one answer."

What if? Isn't this what already happened?
"Although I want to save you, I don't care if you suffer or even die because of my actions." An Wu said calmly, "I saved you simply because I want to."

"I don't need your gratitude, nor do I accept your complaints. I wouldn't mind even if you all died right now."

"I saved you just to make this world run according to my will!"

Not to mention the noble who complained, even Xue Yan and Miss Yang were stunned by An Wu's words.

Even the emperor wouldn't dare to say such arrogant words, right?

Before they could say anything, there were suddenly several falling sounds in the cell. They turned around and saw that they were twin triplets who looked exactly like An Wu and An Liu... or twin quintuplets?
Even though some people were still scolding An Wu, he and his men no longer paid any attention to the prisoners. Instead, they went to move the kerosene cans that the monks had placed in the corner.

These kerosene cans are weapons used by monks to kill people and even destroy corpses, but... weapons do not distinguish between owners.

The monks blocking the stairs knew what they were up to as soon as they saw them carrying the kerosene cans. Seeing An Wu approaching, they shouted angrily, "Want to burn me with kerosene? Hahaha, before you burn others, you have to burn yourself first. Do you dare? We've been trained specifically for this, and you'll end up like a roasted chicken!"

An Wu picked up a can of kerosene and poured it on the monks. The monks were a little scared, but still not afraid - only the flames on the human body could ignite the oil on their bodies.

This is the rule of the main city. Only by hurting yourself first can you find loopholes to hurt others.

"An Wu," Xue Yan took off his coat, "You can use our clothes as padding—"

An Wu ignored them and took up kerosene and poured it on his right arm.

Even the monk who hadn't been afraid of An Wu slashing open the cell finally became frightened after seeing this scene: "What do you want to do? Think carefully, people will die. You can't control the kerosene once it burns-"

Wow!
An Wu picked up the candlestick and lit it. His right arm immediately burst into flames. The intense heat was so intense that people dared not even get close!
An Wu didn't even need to lift a hand. Seeing this, the monks, covered in kerosene, screamed and scrambled up the passage. An Wu followed closely behind, right arm raised high, walking in front like a torch, leading everyone out of the dark dungeon. At this moment, even the noble who had just shouted at An Wu shut his mouth.

The iron gate at the end of the passage was closed, and it couldn't be opened from the inside; someone outside had to open it. The two monks banged on the gate frantically, and soon a fat, big-eared monk opened it and asked nonchalantly, "What's the rush? You just accidentally touched the bell, and I haven't even gone down to tell you—"

"Close the door quickly!"

As the dungeon manager, the monk usually had to bow and scrape to him, but now the monk had no time to pay attention to him. He squeezed past him and ran out, only having time to leave a few words.

The manager had his hands stained with kerosene by them. When he looked down at the passage in confusion, he saw a man running out with a flaming hand raised.

The steward reacted quickly—he slammed the iron door shut, but the flaming hand was even faster, squeezing out from the crack. However, the force of the iron door's weight was so terrifying that it nearly severed the flaming hand's wrist. The charred flesh smeared the door frame like minced meat, and the pale, bloody bones were visible. It's hard to imagine the excruciating pain.

but!

but!

This hand, which was about to break, looked like the sharp claws of a Yaksha evil spirit imprisoned in the Great Iron Walled Mountain and suffering day and night. It tightly grasped the arm of the steward that had been rubbed by the kerosene, as if it wanted to drag him into the eighteen great hells to atone for his sins!

"Ahhhh!"

The steward, who was on fire, ran out wailing, banging the copper bell in the room and shouting, "Close the door! Close the door quickly! Evil spirits, get out of the underworld! Evil spirits, get out of the underworld!"

……

...

At the same time, the main hall of Anguo Temple was filled with the sound of bells from all directions. The monk in charge of reception ordered the hall door to be closed while he went to the newly arrived guest and said, "Sorry, benefactor, there's a flood inside Anguo Temple. We can't receive guests right now. Please come back tomorrow."

The guest walking in front was a strange man with his head covered in bandages.

His companions were also strange: a mask seller wearing a mask, a lively girl wearing sunglasses, and a young man who had a very bad temper just by looking at his appearance.

Seeing that they ignored him and continued to walk forward, the receptionist monk gave a signal to the monk at the counter and hurried to close the door. In a temple that runs a loan sharking business, there are those who play the good cop and those who play the bad cop.
"The timing is perfect,"

The bandaged man pointed at the main hall door and said, "Look, someone will help us close the door."

"Then, let's begin the mission."

He pulled out a mask from his pocket. On it was a cute yellow dog. He put it on and casually drew his sword, slashing at the approaching monk as if to say hello.

The monk was still confused. This was Chang'an City. Why did he draw his sword? He couldn't even cut through people's clothes.

Snapped.

It was not until a severed hand fell to the ground, blood splattered all over the ground, that the pain fed back by countless neurons at the same time completely activated the monk's dull brain.

It also activated the fear of all the monks around.

“Ah ...

Yao Shiyuan, Ying Rushi, and Shang Xinlei all put on their masks. Yan Qing walked in front, holding up the bloody tin knife and scanning the area, saying:

"Everyone, freeze. This is robbery."

(End of this chapter)