Chapter 84

Lin Xu and the others, who were wavering in their hearts, all looked at their backbone, Lu Congyi, to make the decision.

"Little Brother Zhang, I wonder if you can find some evidence?"

Lu Congyi gritted his teeth and decided to stand on Zhang Jie's side.

He believed that his judgment of people would not be wrong:

Zhang Jie, whose demeanor and behavior were extraordinary, would not be someone who spoke nonsense!

"Evidence?"

Zhang Jie smiled: "Wang Han, take a good look at the bun in your hand."

"Oh."

For some reason, Wang Han subconsciously felt that he should execute Zhang Jie's order.

He carefully examined the half-bun in his hand,

and suddenly discovered a line like a strand of hair.

Sun Erniang, Lu Congyi, and the others all focused their eyes on that half-bun.

"This is?"

Wang Han reached out and plucked a hair from inside.

"Just a hair, what does that prove?

At most, it just says the chef was negligent."

Sun Erniang, who was somewhat panicked but feigned calmness, smiled.

"Big Brother, no!

This hair is hard and short, and it's curly; it looks somewhat like pubic hair!"

The second brother, Lin Xu, who was more well-read, exclaimed.

"This, could these buns be human-flesh buns?"

The fifth brother, Hu Liu, muttered to himself.

"Young Master Zhang?"

Wang Han looked at Zhang Jie for help, hoping he would deny this guess.

He had just finished several big buns in one breath!

"Before I came here, I once heard a rumor:

Big trees at Cross Slope, travelers dare not pass. The fat ones are made into buns, the thin ones go to fill the river."

Zhang Jie sighed and said.

This Sun Erniang was clearly one of the only three female generals in Water Margin, the Mother Yaksha Sun Erniang.

She and her husband, the Vegetable Gardener Zhang Qing, had opened a black shop at this Cross Slope for many years,

and no one knew how many passing guests they had secretly harmed.

Other black shops only slaughtered guests by overcharging,

daring to sell items worth one coin outside for five coins, or even one tael of silver.

But Sun Erniang and her husband, the Vegetable Gardener Zhang Qing, were like Hannibal, who 'brings his own green onions, ginger, and garlic,

don't make Uncle Hannibal too difficult; wash yourself clean when going out,

don't make Uncle Hannibal too difficult to handle,' truly slaughtering guests in the physical sense.

The ingredients here at the big tree Cross Slope were absolutely fresh,

after all, the ingredients of the food you were eating now might have just been standing next to you.

Rice is iron, food is steel; Sun Erniang looked at the people running away — hating that iron cannot become steel.

……

"Ugh~"

Wang Han, thinking that he had eaten human meat, retched repeatedly.

What is rice meat?

Meat that grew up eating rice is naturally rice meat.

"This..."

Lu Congyi and the four brothers looked at each other, feeling exceptionally lucky.

If not for Zhang Jie's timely reminder, his brothers would probably not just be eating rice meat, but would have become rice meat themselves!

Even if there was no knockout powder in the buns at this time,

once they fell asleep at night, they would probably have been finished off with a knife!

They would have become real dead pigs by then.

"Thief woman, pay with your life!"

The hot-tempered Song Yunlong opened his eyes wide and raised his park dao to slash at Sun Erniang.

"Hmph!"

Seeing that she was exposed, Sun Erniang snorted coldly and dodged this move of "forcefully splitting Mount Hua" with a lazy donkey roll.

However, instead of fleeing to the back kitchen, she chose to rush into the crowd.

Looking at her target, it was precisely Zhang Jie, who was being protected by Wu Song.

Sun Erniang knew that with the few waiters in the shop, they were simply no match for these sturdy men.

The only plan now was to take a risky move, capture the leader first,

and take down Zhang Jie, who had the highest status, to make Wu Song and the others hesitate!

"Hmph!"

Wu Song snorted coldly;

Sun Erniang wanting to attack Zhang Jie was simply not taking him, Wu Erlang, seriously.

"Thief, pay with your life!"

Wu Song gave a loud shout, clenched his fist, and swung his arm to smash at Sun Erniang.

Facing Wu Song's sudden roar, Sun Erniang only felt a thunderclap explode in her ears;

for a time, her ears and even her head were buzzing.

By the time she came to her senses, she discovered that Wu Song's iron fist was less than three feet away, and it was too late to dodge.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Sun Erniang was indeed a ruthless person who dared to do illicit business; she had a ruthless streak in her heart,

and instead of caring about Wu Song's fist, she thrust her right hand's two fingers straight at Wu Song's eyes.

If Wu Song didn't dodge, he would inevitably suffer mutual destruction with her.

"Petty tricks!"

Wu Song smiled disdainfully; he was someone who had even beaten a great tiger to death,

so how could he fear Sun Erniang's mutual destruction move?

Crack!

His left hand, which had been prepared, arrived first and grabbed Sun Erniang's fingers,

and with a force, the two fingers Sun Erniang used for mutual destruction

were instantly bent into a shape that normal fingers absolutely could not do.

"Mmm!"

Sun Erniang couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, a sickly flush appearing on her face.

For a moment, Sun Erniang, who had a well-proportioned figure and looked like a mother-tiger, actually had a hint of pitifulness about her.

However, Wu Song would not have the heart to cherish flowers and pity jade;

not to mention Sun Erniang opening a black shop, not only harming passing guests,

but also selling human-flesh buns, her crimes were so great that they were countless.

Just talking about Sun Erniang attempting to harm their brother's benefactor, Zhang Jie, was already unforgivable!

"Drink!"

Wu Song shouted again, and the iron fist that had already reached Sun Erniang added three more points of force.

Sun Erniang had no choice but to barely raise her uninjured arm in an attempt to block.

Unfortunately, this move was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot; with a "bang,"

Sun Erniang was directly sent flying several meters by Wu Song and collapsed several tables and chairs with a "rumble."

Next was garbage time; after all, facing Wu Song, who was firing on all cylinders and could truly wrestle lions and tigers,

Sun Erniang, even if she was called "Mother Yaksha," was far from his match.

Even if Sun Erniang was a real Yaksha, Wu Song was still the human demon-subduing master!

"Young Master, how should this person be dealt with?"

Wu Song, who had taken down Sun Erniang in a few moves, asked Zhang Jie for instructions.

"What a sturdy man!"

Lu Congyi and the others were terrified in their hearts.

Although the things that happened above were not few, it was all in the blink of an eye;

even the fourth brother, Song Yunlong, who had the highest martial arts among them, didn't have time to intervene before everything was over.

"No wonder Young Master Zhang dared to go out with just one guard."

The second brother, Lin Xu, suddenly realized in his heart.

With the posture just now, even if the five of them went together, they probably wouldn't be Wu Song's match!

Not to mention that Wu Song was still calm and composed at this moment, clearly still having strength to spare.

"The others in this shop must not be clean either;

Brother Wu Er, go and capture the others as well."

Zhang Jie ordered.

This drugging, killing, and even chopping fillings,

certainly couldn't just be Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing doing it.

"I'll be right back!"

Wu Song clearly thought of this too, so he said with murderous intent.

He applied force to each of Sun Erniang's joints, dislocating them,

ensuring she had no power to resist, and then walked toward the back kitchen with murderous intent.

"We brothers will also go to help; Second Brother, you stay here to protect Young Master Zhang."

Lu Congyi ordered.

"Understood, Big Brother."

The second brother, Lin Xu, stood nimbly in front of Zhang Jie, watching in all directions and listening to all sides, becoming alert.

"Let's go help Brother Wu!"

After making the arrangements, Lu Congyi picked up his park dao,

and took the fourth brother Song Yunlong and the fifth brother Hu Liu to kill their way into the back kitchen.

"Who are you people?"

The waiter's surprised and angry cry came from the back kitchen.

"The people who are going to kill you!"

'Are these waiters too slow?'

Zhang Jie began to doubt the professional ability of the waiters and others in his heart.

Doing this kind of business that costs one's head, they didn't even hear the commotion just now.

'However, it could also be that because they were doing business that costs one's head, the soundproofing of the back kitchen was too good?'

Zhang Jie guessed in his heart.

After all, whether it was killing people or the commotion of disposing of corpses, it had to be kept secret.

'Looking at it this way, it's my hearing that's too good.'

Zhang Jie looked at Lin Xu, who remained alert but had no other actions, and drew a conclusion.

After a flurry of clattering in the back kitchen, it returned to calm.

"Young Master, it's these people!"

Before long, Wu Song and the others brought several people with bruised faces, broken arms, and broken legs to the hall.

"Tragic! Too tragic!"

The faces of Lu Congyi's three brothers were exceptionally ugly.

The scene they saw in the back kitchen could be described as hell!

The corpses of the people inside were like pigs and sheep, disemboweled,

with internal organs, bones, skulls, and limbs neatly separated.

Clearly, in the eyes of Sun Erniang and the others, people were no longer people, but pigs and sheep for them to slaughter!

"If there really is a hell on earth, then this must be one!"

Song Yunlong, the fourth brother, still had lingering fears when thinking of the scene just now.

"Are you the Vegetable Gardener Zhang Qing?"

Zhang Jie looked at the older man among them, who was wearing a green gauze concave-faced headscarf,

dressed in a white cloth shirt, with knee pads on his legs, and asked expressionlessly.

"It is your grandfather, me!

Today, I, your grandfather, have fallen into your hands; do whatever you want, kill or carve!"

Zhang Qing said quite toughly.

It was just that his swollen face made his words appear exceptionally ridiculous.

"Slap!"

"Speak cleanly!"

Wu Song wouldn't indulge Zhang Qing; he went up and gave him a fierce slap.

He, Wu Song, valued righteousness and appreciated greenwood heroes,

but Zhang Qing and the others, who treated people as pigs and sheep, had already left the ranks of humans.

After receiving Wu Song's slap, Zhang Qing's face swelled even higher,

and wisps of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, looking extremely miserable.

Zhang Jie shook his head: "I heard you were once a monk at Guangming Temple; how come you didn't learn any compassion at all?"

This Zhang Qing had once been in charge of the vegetable garden at the local Guangming Temple in Mengzhou, nicknamed "Vegetable Gardener."

Because of a small matter, he burned down the temple and killed all the monks.

Later, while robbing on the road at Cross Slope, he met the retired old bandit Mountain Yaksha Sun Yuan,

was knocked down by a shoulder pole, and was taken as an apprentice and recruited as a son-in-law.

Sun Erniang learned all her father's skills,

and the two of them built some thatched huts at this Cross Slope outside the city, making a living by selling wine and human-flesh buns.

"Hmph!"

Zhang Qing turned his head away and said nothing more.

"Young Master, how should these people be dealt with?"

Wu Song asked.

"Hmm..."

Zhang Jie tapped the table and fell into thought.

Letting them go was definitely not an option.

Report to the officials? That didn't seem to work either.

Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing had been doing this illicit business here for so many years;

to say they didn't have a protective umbrella, Zhang Jie wouldn't believe it even if he thought with his toes.

'How about, kill them all?

And go kill their protective umbrella tomorrow?'

This thought flashed through Zhang Jie's mind.

Under the blessing of martial arts, he might have problems that were difficult to handle,

but he was very good at directly dealing with the people who created the problems.

'No, wait! I am now a Juren and have fame.'

Zhang Jie suddenly thought of his fame.

Although a Juren is not an official, he already has the qualifications to be an official;

rounding it up, he, Zhang Jie, is actually also a person in the Great Song bureaucratic system.

Since he is a person in the same system, he can break them one by one,

instead of letting the officials nearby unite to deal with him and protect each other.

"Tie them up and report to the officials tomorrow."

Zhang Jie ultimately felt that killing entire families at the drop of a hat was still too extreme.

He was a pure and good youth, a good citizen of the Great Song!

"Young Master Zhang..."

Lu Congyi stopped mid-sentence.

From his many years of experience wandering the Jianghu,

reporting this matter to the officials would probably lead to the big being made small and the small being made nothing!

"Our Young Master is the Jieyuan of this year in Jingdong East Circuit;

with him taking action, he will definitely be able to bring these evil people to justice!"

At this time, Wu Song stood out and said with pride.

"To think that it is the Jieyuan Gong in person!"

Lu Congyi and the others were shocked and bowed repeatedly.

"With Jieyuan Gong taking action, this matter will definitely be properly resolved."

The second brother said full of confidence.

Looking at Lin Xu, who had more confidence than himself,

Zhang Jie could only sigh that in the Great Song, the importance of fame was simply terrifying!

Finally, after consultation, they decided to report to the officials tomorrow.

Afterward, the few people who didn't dare to eat anything in the shop ate some dry rations they brought themselves to satisfy their hunger.

As for Sun Erniang and the others, they had no food.

At night, the few people who still had shadows in their hearts slept in their clothes in the hall.

The next day, Zhang Jie had Wu Song take his official seal to report to the officials.

He took Lu Congyi and the others to guard the scene,

preventing Sun Erniang and the others' accomplices from coming to destroy the evidence.

"I hope you don't let me down."

Zhang Jie looked at Wu Song's retreating back, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

If the government officials wanted to suppress this matter despite the conclusive evidence, then don't blame him for killing their entire families!