Chapter 173 173: Chaos in Xiaocheng (13)【Ask monthly ticket】
"Hehe, what a coincidence—" Qishan's expression suddenly changed, his eyes were sharp and compelling, as if he was about to tear the sheriff apart, and his voice trembled, "It happens that after this time, the three tribes of Shiwu and Wu are the weakest. One of them, who got the chance from nowhere, relied on mysterious, treacherous and tyrannical military tactics to swallow the other two tribes one after another, and integrate Shiwu in one fell swoop!"
He squatted down and strangled the sheriff's neck.
"How dare you say it was an accident!"
During the eight years, relying on the remnants of the military formation obtained in secret and the spies from Shiwu, Qishan recreated the military formation countless times.
This formation is really mysterious and wonderful, with occasional hooks and twists and turns, perfectly integrating the "odd and upright way" in the art of war into the army formation. Just as the Art of War says, "Anyone who fights will use justice to win with surprises", "Those who are good at surprises are as infinite as heaven and earth, and as inexhaustible as rivers and seas".
The sheriff didn't dare to look Qi Shan in the eyes for a moment.
Hard-spoken: "I was born in a ten-year-old family. Is it wrong to help the people? I also want to be loyal to the country of Xin, but the leader of the country of Xin is stupid. Others despise my origin and always treat me like a foreigner. I have never really accepted it. Why should I give my life to the country of Xin? "
"But back then, you were trapped in a border town because of your long-term illness, and you ran out of money, so you could only live in a dilapidated house that was exposed to wind and rain. It was he who ignored the danger and delayed your treatment. He begged for a doctor in the middle of the night. That's how you treat you Your savior?"
Fingers tightened slightly.
The sheriff, from the very beginning, used this unlucky ghost as a stepping stone to block the "dead door" for him, and did whatever it took to achieve his goal.
Why didn't this beast die of illness directly?
As the strength of his hands reached home, the county guard became more and more difficult to breathe, and the sound of "woo woo" continued to overflow from the tip of his mouth and nose. He twisted and struggled, but his hands were restrained by the black and white style, unable to move. As the breath in the chest cavity became thinner, the seemingly righteous face with Chinese characters was filled with blue and red, the roots of the veins bulged out horribly, the facial muscles twitched out of control, and twisted ferociously.
Under the pain, a strange joy sprouted in his heart—in any case, he lived eight more years, no loss!
Seeing that the sheriff's eyeballs were bloodshot, his eyes were rolled up, his tongue was half stuck out, and he was about to die, Qi Shan sneered and let go of the hand that was strangling his neck.
Sheriff: "Hahahaha—"
Regaining freedom, countless fresh air scrambled towards him. He opened his mouth wide and breathed greedily. He didn't know that the air he was accustomed to was so beautiful.
Just crawling back from the death line, that hand grabbed his neck again, forcing him to look up at Qi Shan's face. The sheriff's body uncontrollably recalled the previous near-death scene.
He gritted his teeth, trembling with fear.
"Tan Lezheng, why don't you give me a simple one?"
This guy is ready to torture him enough before killing him?
"Why should I give you flat?"
Qi Shan's answer is justified.
Sheriff: "..."
Thinking of the hatred of praying for goodness, and thinking about the ruthlessness of this person, he can fully imagine that his end must be worse than death.
"The expression is good." Qi Shan said. He didn't let go of every trace of fear on the sheriff's face, his eyes were full of the hunter's pleasure in admiring the desperate prey and watching them struggle to death.
After finishing speaking, he slowly exerted force with his hand again.
He wants the sheriff to carefully perceive the increase in every inch of strength, and clearly perceive the approach of death's footsteps. Another suffocation, and another time when he was pulled back when he was close to death, the sheriff fell on the ground and coughed continuously, his bloodshot eyes were almost scarlet.
He resisted the sharp pain in his throat and scolded.
"Qi Yuanliang will never be as mad as you—"
Qi Shan asked back: "And then?"
The sheriff choked when he heard the words.
Then what?
Otherwise, what is ruined is the reputation of "praying for good"?
Just thinking about it makes me laugh—
Even if he walks in the world as an old friend, he is only Tan Lezheng in the vest of "Qi Yuanliang" instead of the real "Pray for Good".
Counting what he has done over the years, he did not do any of the things that should be a human being, but he has done a lot of things that are not a human being. Otherwise, there would be no enemies all over the northwest countries and notoriety.
"Wicked people have their own grind." Qishan leaned close to the sheriff's ear, and his pretendingly gentle voice made people's skin crawl, "Especially a white-eyed wolf like you, if I really have a 'kind heart', I will chop it up and throw it out." Even if you feed the dog, you won’t be fed! The dog knows how to wag its tail after getting the benefits, how about you? You are worse than the dog!”
The only blemish in "Qi Shan"'s life is saving the scum in front of him!
"If Yuan Liang knew that he saved a white-eyed wolf, but was also an ambitious wolf, a traitor who covets the homeland he loves, would he have looked at you more?"
Qishan not only hated the sheriff, but also hated himself. If he hadn't chosen to go to the funeral back then, and "Qi Shan" hadn't been allowed to go on the road alone, "Qi Shan" might not have passed by that city, let alone run into Yancheng who harbored a dark heart. or—
It would be nice if the person who died back then was me.
The sheriff trembled with anger at being scolded, his face twitched uncontrollably, and he struggled to approach Qishan for questioning.
"Yes, I am 'premeditated'! I am a beast, I will repay my kindness, I am a white-eyed wolf, I am a wolf with ambition! But I have a choice? I left him a way of life, and he gave you a way of life. Is it also my fault? At that time There are only you in the formation, who knows what's going on?"
How is the truth not based on his own mouth?
"You said that he gave you life and let you escape. Who do you think will believe it? How can you compare with Qi Yuanliang? How can your low life be compared to 10% of others?"
The sheriff forgot the death threat for a moment.
Every sentence punishes the heart, pressing hard every step of the way.
"You said there is no Tan Lezheng in the world anymore? Hahaha, that sounds really good. Could it be that you killed your friend first and occupied his identity later? Otherwise, you are the son of a straw shoemaker and a cheap thing from a humble background. Famous, but still want to climb up? Bah! Bitch, do you deserve it?"
Before Qi Shan could do anything, the sheriff's head had already been trampled by Shen Tang, her face was livid, and she wished she could crush her head under her feet.
The sheriff vomited a mouthful of blood.
The sound seemed to be blown out of the pocket and the wind was blowing in again, wheezing, indistinct. He still said: "It's really despicable, what's the difference between you and me?"
Shen Tang glanced at the pale Qishan.
"Kill this thing..."
Qi Shan's hands hanging in his sleeves trembled like chaff, closed his eyes, and sneered with self-loathing: "Shen Youli, don't you think what he said is reasonable? I am indeed the one who can do such a thing..."
Shen Tang asked back: "It's none of my business?"
Qi Shan frowned: "The words are elegant!"
"Okay, I'm elegant." Shen Tang's feet gradually became heavier, and the sheriff felt that his head was about to burst from pain, "Yuan Liang knows that there is no suspicion of crime?"
The facts of the crime are unclear and the evidence is insufficient. Criminal responsibility should not be investigated, and prosecution cannot be carried out. Those accusations against Qishan were all fabricated and suspected by the old sheriff, because of this, Qishan was found guilty, which was somewhat sick.
Pray for goodness: "..."
Glancing at the half-dead sheriff, he closed his eyes.
"Kill it, it's an eyesore."
I wanted to disgust people, but I didn't expect to be disgusted.
Shen Tang let out a cry, and stamped his foot.
The skull at the foot of the head was cracked, the mouth and nose were bleeding, and the eyeballs protruded from the eye sockets like fish bubbles, and was finally crushed into a pool of rotten meat.
(end of this chapter)