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Wu Bo, who was covered with a black cloth, was quickly dragged and tied to a pillar. The black sound of wood bulging from the ground was heard from the ground. After a cup of tea, after no movement around, the black cloth in front of Wu Bo was removed. Fu Chunnian stood in front of him with a look of sinister smile. Wu Bo opened his eyes wide and looked around, and couldn't help but be under the situation in front of him.

After a jump, the foot of the ground around him was densely filled with dry firewood and dry grass, which were enough to roast dozens of fat sheep. Several shopkeepers with strange faces and eyes were even holding torches with red flames in their hands. The crowds around him were already crowded with excitement. Fu Zhongjing, who felt that he was suffering from a great humiliation, was ready to use a fire sacrifice to regain the dignity he had just lost.

Several monks were scattering paper money on Wu Bo's head, and the nanmu rosary in his hand was sizzling and silently chanting some scripture that Wu Bo couldn't understand at all. Looking at such a large formation, Wu Bo couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"You really want to burn me to death? Kill the officials of the court in vain, but it is a serious crime to kill the nine clans." After breaking away for a while, Wu Bo, who found that the ropes tied to his body were not loose, said to all the people around him who laughed and scolded, but there seemed to be no possibility of any change at this moment. The sounds of ignition were heard one after another in the crowd. It was obvious that Wu Bo's abusive behavior of extorting their money just now had aroused public anger. Everyone wanted to cut off a piece of flesh and blood from the Xibei Bu and swallow it alive to relieve the anger in order to relieve the resentment in his heart.

Fu Chunnian, who raised his arms and responded, stroked the crowd with big hands. The noisy crowd immediately calmed down. Fu Chunnian, who didn't want to hear Wu Bo continue to chatter, punching Wu Bo directly in the face, which made the other party's mouth and nose burst out blood, and pointed at Wu Yonglin's nose and cursed: "Shut up, you bird man, and you are still here to argue when you die. If you kill you, Xibei, who pretends to be the magistrate, we are not only innocent, but also a great achievement. When we report to the government, we can also get a reward. Since you have fallen into the hands of your master today, then wait to be roasted into a roast pig."

"Why do you think I am not the prefect Wu Bo?"

"This" Fu Chunnian, who was undecided, immediately hesitated and couldn't answer. Seeing his father Fu Zhongjing beside him with a ruthless and determined look at him, he snatched the torch from the hand of a shopkeeper next to him, and without saying a word, he began to light the pile of firewood under Wu Bo's feet.

The firewood was burning with black smoke. At this critical moment, a colorful firework in the black smoke rushed into the air above the threshing ground, and the "thunderbolt" exploded in the air.

Fu Chunnian, Fu Zhongjing and his son and the gentry who were watching the fun had not yet understood what was going on. A tide of shouts rang out from all over the place. Those who were originally watching the fun on the branches of trees outside the tall courtyard wall immediately ran to the ground like monkeys. Before the tourists guarding the gate of Fujiazhuang had time to close the gate, a group of farmers carrying shoulder poles, iron hoes, five-toothed straw forks and other various farm tools rushed in and broke through the line of defense. They first rushed towards Wu Bo, who was roasted by the fire in the threshing farm, who was choked by the thick smoke and coughed and almost fainted.

More than a dozen burly men wearing public uniforms, carrying bows and swords, pushed apart the crowd and knelt in front of Wu Bo, who was rescued from the fire.

"The younger ones are a step late, which scares the adults."

Fu Zhongjing, surrounded by tourists from all over the village, realized that his group of people had just committed a heinous crime that was enough to be removed from his head several times. Fu Chunnian found that Wu Bo was only guarding him. He was unwilling to accept that he made up his mind and shouted at the tourists from all over the village, "It's over and over, and no one of the people who came today should let go. If you kill one person, you will be rewarded with ten guan coins. If you kill one person, you will be rewarded with hundreds of guan coins. If you kill Wu Bo, you will be rewarded with a thousand guan coins. If you finish the silver and money, you will be rewarded with it immediately."

The shopkeeper who was in charge of the money in the Fu family was also extremely efficient at such a critical moment. As soon as Fu Chunnian showed up, he immediately walked out of the backyard, carrying a group of porters filled with baskets of copper coins on his shoulders. The power of cash was indeed huge. The village shop around him who had been hesitant immediately came back to his senses and felt confident. Everyone with red eyes rushed up with the stick in their hands without saying a word.

The farmers holding various farm tools, the men holding the sword tightly, and the farmers like angry beasts were fighting in the threshing ground immediately. The bows and arrows completely lost their use in the melee. Waves of people collided with each other, and their broken legs and feet flew together, shouting and resonating with the dominance. One direction was venting the anger that had been accumulated for many years, and the other side rushed like crazy to earn that amount of money, fighting in blood. The originally clean threshing ground instantly flowed into a river and corpses were everywhere.

Fu Zhongjing and Fu Chunnian had already withdrawn from the chaos and returned to the backyard. The two men who had packed up a bag of silver were now under the escort of several close-knit shopkeepers to step out of a secret small gate to escape, trying to present the unjust grievances they suffered today to a grain merchant with an official background in Tokyo who had been closely interacting with each other over the years. They filed a lawsuit through the other party, but Fu Zhongjing stepped out of the door with one foot, and their wishful thinking was gone. Some people had been waiting for them here for a long time. A voice that made them both familiar and terrified sounded in the dark corner: "You two left like this? Don't say goodbye to me? Isn't it too unrighteous?"

When Wu Bo appeared in front of the father and son alone, the father and son were stunned at first, and turned around and wanted to retreat. There was a body like a bear and a crooked body behind him. The big man holding a giant horned bow in his hand blocked their retreat. A pair of eagle-like eyes stared at them so cold.

"Kill him for me, I have a great reward."

Several shopkeepers were ordered to rush towards Wu Bo with their weapons in their hands. However, the few people had not approached Wu Bo, who had only a few steps away from the single shadow of Wu Bo. Wu Bo was originally hiding a wave of thin arrows and fast stones like flying towards the people who were caught off guard. After a muffled groan, the shopkeepers fell down as if they were magically immersed, looking at Wu Bo as if they were smiling.

The smile emerged from the shadows intact. Fu Zhongjing suddenly raised his hand and slapped his son who had no time to dodge. This trick was also extremely powerful. He slapped off several front teeth in his son's mouth. Looking at his son who was spitting blood, Fu Zhongjing seemed to be unsatisfied and cursed Fu Chun's face: "You rebel, you have committed such a great rebellious crime, and you can tie it up without restraining your hands."

Fu Zhongjing even began to untire his belt to tie his son, which shocked the giant man who was holding a bow on the side. He turned against someone faster than reading a book. This was the first time he had seen him.

Wu Bo was in trouble at this time. From beginning to end, Fu Chunnian was jumping around. At this moment, Fu Zhongjing suddenly destroyed his relatives for justice, which made Wu Bo not know how to cure his crime. Once the Fu family's father and son could not be cut off today, today's bitter plan had actually ended in failure, and the next plan would be defeated.

Wu Bo inadvertently captured the scarlet flames in Fu Chunnian's eyes kneeling on the ground and was about to give him a head. He sold a flaw and inadvertently loosened the strange knife in his hand to his waist. He sarcastically said: "The golden lion will be stepped on by the black lion of the hometown forever from today. Who will remember that there has been a person like you in the future? Just wait to squat in the black prison for the rest of your life."

Aroused by Wu Bo's words, Fu Chunnian broke free from his body with a sensation of vigor, and took advantage of the strange knife on Wu Bo's waist who turned around to greet him and snatched him into his hand.

"My son cannot."

As soon as Fu Zhongjing finished speaking, the quick knife in Fu Chunnian's hand slashed hard at Wu Bo, who was facing his back to him. The smell of the air being cut open could be smelled in the air. Wu Bo, who had already been on guard, thrust his wolf's waist and flashed out. The strange knife only cut one of Wu Bo's clothes.

Before Fu Chunnian could swing the second knife, the arrow shot by the man holding a ox horn bow behind him flew over like a wind and moon, and directly penetrated Fu Chunnian's chest holding a scimitar. A stream of warm blood splattered directly onto Fu Zhongjing's face, who had no time to avoid it.

Feeling the son who was slowly losing his temperature in his arms, Fu Zhongjing let out a wolf-like roar from his throat. Fu Zhongnian, who was ashamed, took off his new headscarf, pulled his hair desperately, and dug his face with his nails, like a demon, muttering the words: "My son is dead, haha, spring year."
Chapter completed!