Chapter 321: Sick

Before the tail sound of Li Miao's last sentence had dissipated, this group of five people dragged their weapons and killed their way over, fighting with Gao Anyu who had stood up to block them.

The commoners of the Great Ming, who had coexisted with "Jianghu people" for a thousand years, only took a few breaths of time to surge out of the inn like a tide. Some of them were even particular, throwing meal money on the table before leaving.

Several copper coins were thrown on the table, spinning with a buzzing sound.

Li Miao reached out to stop Cao Hanyan, who wanted to get up to help, and narrowed his eyes to examine the five people fighting with Gao Anyu.

To describe it in one word, it was "unremarkable."

Their clothing was ordinary, their appearance ugly. The shapes of the five weapons were all different, but they were either long blades or long swords, equally featureless. Their realm was also nothing to speak of, second or third-rate level.

Only one point was worth mentioning: these people were covered in dust, and from time to time, bursts of dust and smoke vibrated from their bodies during their movements. They should have been on their way not long ago, and hadn't even had time to dust off the dust after entering the city.

But Gao Anyu had only been traveling the Jianghu for half a year since he lost his memory, and he struck ruthlessly, so he didn't have many living enemies, so how could he happen to run into them here in Yushan County?

Gao Anyu on the other side was also puzzled while fighting; the other party's Wu Gong had no recognition at all, all were common goods, and the inheritance between them was different, so it was really difficult to recognize people from Wu Gong.

So he had to look at the other party's face while fighting.

Fortunately, these few people were indistinguishable from the crowd in other places, but their five faces could be said to be ugly in their own unique ways. Gao Anyu looked more and more familiar, pondered for a moment, and finally realized.

"Oh, it's you guys."

He tilted his head and looked at the five people opposite, puzzled.

"Why, don't you want to live anymore?"

Speaking of the grudge between Gao Anyu and these five people, it had to be traced back to half a year ago, not long after he woke up from the mountains and wilderness.

At that time, Gao Anyu was even more "unfamiliar with human nature" than he was now. Coupled with the blank space in his mind, he knew nothing about the Jianghu or human relationships, and could only crash into the surrounding villages and towns like a headless fly.

One day he bumped into the hometown of these five people.

Actually, at that time, this combination was six people, and they were considered "to have an eye" on the green forest path, known in the Jianghu as "Cane Meteor."

"Meteor" refers to these five people.

"Cane" refers to the big brother who died at Gao Anyu's hands.

Those who know the slang of the green forest path understand as soon as they hear what these people are doing—"Cane" is the meaning of a human trafficker in slang.

As for this "Meteor," in the eighteen kinds of weapons, it refers to the meteor hammer. The hammer head is hard and black, which is also a substitute for the fact that these people are engaged in "hard work."

That is, the "dirty work" of draining people's essence and spirit after "Cane" kidnaps them, so they can be sold.

Perhaps some people will find it strange—these few people have made a name for themselves in the Jianghu as human traffickers, so are there no famous and righteous sects or righteous Jianghu heroes who want to eliminate harm for the people?

There are, but not many.

Because these few people don't do ordinary human trafficking. They belong to a relatively high-end batch in this line, doing few jobs, but only catching "tender lotus roots"—that is, beautiful women, and then selling them to brothels with official backgrounds.

They don't catch many people, so there aren't many victims.

The "clients" have official backgrounds, so those famous major sects find it difficult to strike at them, fearing to provoke trouble on the official side.

Therefore, the only ones who strike at them are some Jianghu scattered people and lone heroes, and with the Wu Gong of a few people, they are naturally at ease.

Relying on this inhumane act, a few people have also accumulated a huge family business, buying fields and land in their hometowns, successfully achieving "class transition," and becoming not-small squires. They also colluded with the local government, and their days were considered smooth.

Just one day half a year ago, the "Cane" in "Cane Meteor" was idle, so he took a few retainers and servants to the street, walking in a leisurely manner.

The local commoners knew what kind of thing he was, and didn't want to touch his bad luck, so they all avoided him when they saw him coming. He was used to this treatment, so he walked forward in a big way.

As he was walking, a beggar walked toward him. He kept his head down, didn't turn, and walked straight toward him.

This "Cane" also felt fresh, and looked intently.

I saw the beggar in rags, with leaves and mud hanging on his body, as if he had just drilled out of the mountains, his hair disheveled and blocking his face, only a wooden sword sheath hanging at his waist, as if it had been whittled out of a piece of wood casually.

Seeing this sword sheath, "Cane"'s heart lifted.

With a weapon, eight out of ten it's a Jianghu person. Since he is a Jianghu person, running to his territory for no reason, and walking straight toward him, it's hard to say it's not to "eliminate demons and defend the Dao."

As for the beggar disguise—there has never been a shortage of experts in the Jianghu who like to engage in "performance art," and dressing up as a beggar is one of the most common choices.

So he looked carefully again, and with this look, his heart lifted another notch.

Because the sword hilt exposed from the wooden sword sheath, he actually couldn't see what material it was—not gold, not silver, not copper, not iron, just a black piece, engraved with cloud patterns, and just looking at the shape, he knew it was not the work of an ordinary blacksmith.

With a good weapon, the Wu Gong is generally not bad.

An expert disguised as a beggar, walking straight toward him, what else could he be thinking?

Eliminate demons and defend the Dao!

As an expert who has been deeply engaged in the human trafficking industry for nearly twenty years, "Cane" has a clear self-awareness.

On the surface, he was calm, but his hand had secretly reached his waist, gripping his weapon. While pretending to chat with his retainers, he stared dead at the beggar with his peripheral vision, counting the distance silently.

Five yards, not stable enough.

Three yards, let him get closer.

One yard... why hasn't the other party made a move yet? He was about to bump into his arms!

He gritted his teeth: "No more waiting! I don't care if you are here for me or not, strike first! Kill you, and I'll sleep peacefully tonight!"

When the beggar walked straight over and was almost sticking to his face, he smiled kindly, waved his hand, and gave way to the other party.

When the beggar's side face was in front of him—he struck abruptly! A plum blossom needle soaked in poison stabbed coldly and silently toward the beggar's waist!

He had spent a lot of money to buy this poison from Tang Men; as long as it scratched a little oil skin, the other party would definitely die! Seeing that the plum blossom needle was sticking to the beggar's clothes, only an inch away from stabbing him to death on the spot!

But he heard a *ding* sound.

The plum blossom needle was blocked by a pitch-black ruler, and Gao Anyu turned his head numbly to look at the horrified "Cane," asking suspiciously.

"Are you sick?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 322 =====