Chapter 17:A few hundred yuan a month, what are you doing so hard

The crowd present had never seen such a bizarre and terrifying scene before, and felt a sense of absurdity flooding them like a tide. As Fang Yuan stepped out of the study, they saw that he seemed to be dragging two heavy "objects" in his hands

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the object was none other than Captain Xiao and Deputy Leader Lin!

The two of them were covered in blood, with their eyes wide open and devoid of any radiance, like two dying scabby dogs, dragged forward recklessly by Fang Yuan.

In an instant, everyone took a cold breath, held their breath and stood still in place, their faces filled with terror that could not be concealed. Xiao County Captain and Lin Deputy Leader have all been solved by this young man!

Under countless fearful and stagnant gazes, Fang Yuan's indifferent voice slowly sounded: "Ordinary weapons are useless to me..." As he spoke, he reached out and slowly grasped the two long arrows inserted in his forehead, pulling them out bit by bit.

This scene was so terrifying that it made people's scalp tingle, as if it were an unconscious nightmare, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts. He actually forcefully pulled out the arrow that had been stuck in his head?!

Your attacks cannot harm me, they will only anger me, and the consequence of angering me is... "Before Fang Yuan could finish speaking, he waved his hand abruptly, and the two corpses flew high and landed" bang "at the feet of everyone. He used this straightforward action to show the soldiers present the consequences of angering him.

So, if you don't want to die, just stand still obediently. I'm a good person and won't kill innocent people indiscriminately, "Fang Yuan continued, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone." And to be honest, with just a few hundred dollars in salary for a month, do you have to work hard?"

The sound of Fang Yuan's teasing echoed in the courtyard, but everyone felt a terrifying aura resembling that of a great demon, enveloping the entire courtyard tightly.

The soldiers' hearts beat like drums, their faces turned pale, and they felt as if the crossbows in their hands were weighing a thousand pounds, unable to lift them up no matter what. Everything that happened before them was beyond their cognitive range.

Although they didn't quite understand what Fang Yuan meant by "a few hundred yuan", they also understood the implication that with their meager salary, there was really no need to sacrifice themselves. They have no obligation to confront an enemy that is simply unbeatable.

The middle-aged constable, who was the leader in the field, was also too scared to speak at this moment, and the other soldiers dared not speak out or move.

In a dead silence, Fang Yuan walked out of the courtyard with big strides as if there was no one around. Everyone froze in place, their eyes fixed on the young man's departing figure.

Until Fang Yuan's figure disappeared around the corner, the terrifying pressure that seemed to have materialized and weighed heavily on everyone's hearts slowly dissipated like light smoke.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and a sense of relief surged in their hearts. At this time, the middle-aged constable woke up as if from a dream, and shivered loudly: "Hurry up, go to inform the Supervisor of the County, something important is happening!"

...

Fang Yuan did not leave through the gate of the Han Mansion, but instead spotted a wall about one zhang high, exerted force on his legs, leaped over the wall, and emerged.

"put on airs Just run away"This feeling is so thrilling that it makes one's blood boil. After all, there are over a hundred crossbowmen in that courtyard. If he really had to raise his hand, with his current blood stick, he would be like a candle in the wind, unable to withstand a few rounds of attack. There's no other choice but to perform a 'biochemical crisis' on the spot to effectively deter this group of mice.

Obviously, Fang Yuan's operation directly maximized the deterrent power. Pulling arrows from their heads, then throwing corpses, a set of "combination punches" was used to scare the soldiers to the point of liver and liver, and from beginning to end, no one dared to act recklessly.

After leaving the Han Mansion, Fang Yuan put away his previous leisurely demeanor, and the wind blew under his feet, starting to run wildly. He chose to crawl through those remote and secluded alleys, afraid of being targeted.

Nevertheless, his appearance of being shot all over and covered in blood still alarmed many passersby. Passersby saw it from a distance and were scared to avoid it, as if they were hiding from a plague.

At this moment, Fang Yuan's mood quietly changed. In his eyes, this ancient martial world became increasingly like a game full of unknowns and challenges.

Especially after awakening the talent of the Fourth Scourge, the idea is different.

Previously, he was completely focused on disregarding life and death, only wanting to vent his grievances to the fullest; Now, he wants to explore and explore more in this world.

Fang Yuan pondered while shuttling through the streets and alleys. As he turned into a narrow alleyway, a sudden "clang" sound came from above his head.

Fang Yuan was quick witted and nimble, reaching out to grab a fork rod that had fallen steadily. He looked up and saw a gentle face peeking out from the second floor window of a dilapidated small building next to him.

The woman looked apologetic and whispered, "Sorry, I'm closing the curtains..."

At a glance, Fang Yuan recognized that this was the woman who had sold Wonton on the street before. Fate is really wonderful.

The young woman clearly recognized Fang Yuan, and the apology on her face instantly turned into surprise. Then, seeing Fang Yuan's horrible appearance of several arrows in her body, her pretty eyebrows were suddenly twisted into Fried Dough Twists.

The woman clenched her fists, her expression uneasy, as if she was struggling fiercely inside, struggling with something. But soon, she made up her mind and looked around. Seeing no one around, she urgently said to Fang Yuan, "Sir, come to my house and hide for a moment!"

Fang Yuan was somewhat surprised. Although he had tried to save the other party, it was only a chance encounter, and the other party was willing to take risks to protect him. It seems that the saying 'good will be rewarded' can sometimes be true. It's just that the way we met inexplicably made us feel familiar.

Okay, "Fang Yuan thought for a moment and nodded in response. He really needs a safe place to settle down and recharge now.

Please wait a moment, I'll come down and open the door

"No need to trouble... "Fang Yuan said, and with a sudden push against the wall, he jumped up like a flying swallow and easily flipped through the second floor window.

Just as he stood firm in the room, Fang Yuan suddenly realized that it seemed impolite for him to rush in so rashly. But since everyone has come in, we can't go out and follow the 'formal process' anymore.

The woman didn't care about Fang Yuan's recklessness. She looked at him nervously with worry and asked, "Young Xia... your injuries are serious. Do you want to hire a doctor to take a look?" At this moment, Fang Yuan only pulled out two arrows from his forehead and had several more inserted into his body, which looked really terrifying.

"No need, "Fang Yuan waved his hand in a relaxed tone.

"But you're bleeding"

"It's not my blood"

"But you still have several arrows stuck in you"

"It's okay, just pull it out, "Fang Yuan said calmly, as if it were just a trivial matter.

"Just pull it out? "The woman looked puzzled, thinking to herself that this person had been shot like a" hedgehog ". Pulling the arrow would only make the injury worse, and she might lose her life on the spot. How could pulling it out be okay?

Fang Yuan didn't explain much and immediately started pulling out the remaining arrows from his body. He moved quickly and decisively, one after another, as if someone else was being inserted instead of himself.

This scene made the woman tremble with fear and instinctively covered her mouth. Every time Fang Yuan pulled out an arrow, the woman's heart tugged at it.

Look at that arrow, incredibly sharp, with a hook attached. How much pain this young man must be enduring at this moment! But he remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened. Such perseverance added a touch of reverence to the woman's heart towards the source.

Of course, in fact, Fang Yuan didn't feel any pain because of his talent of [the Fourth Scourge]. He was completely unaware that his image in the eyes of women was already as tall as a towering mountain peak.

Soon, Fang Yuan pulled out all the arrows from his body and threw them all over the ground. He stretched lazily, feeling relaxed all over, and finally his body no longer seemed to be "heavy metal exceeding the standard".

At the same time, Fang Yuan noticed that there were still two-thirds of the blood bars in the lower left corner of his field of vision, which were slowly recovering at this moment.

He carefully observed and estimated that according to this recovery speed, it would take about one night for the blood bar to refill. Is this the legendary 'breathing to restore blood' technique?

It is worthy of being [the fourth natural disaster], just so abnormal! However, only by removing the arrows from the body can the blood bar begin to recover. It seems that when the body is under continuous attack, it cannot automatically replenish blood.

"If you really pull it out, everything will be fine... "The woman was completely dumbfounded, only to see that Fang Yuan was still lively and alive. The area where the arrow was hit did not bleed, and not even a wound could be seen. How can the physical differences between people be so great?

Adults must have been blessed by immortals, otherwise, this matter wouldn't make sense... "The woman sighed repeatedly, and even felt an impulse in her heart, wanting to reach out and touch Fang Yuan's sturdy chest to explore what was going on. But due to her status, she still suppressed the impulse and suppressed the thought.

"Consider me as blessed by a deity, "Fang Yuan nodded. This kind of innate talent cannot be explained clearly to others.