"It''s Lord Weikang!"


    Compared with Wei Meng, who is opposite Wei Kang day and night, it is inevitable that others will be slower to recognize Wei Kang with only one head, but the shock to them is more obvious. In the eyes of ordinary mountain people or an ordinary garrison soldier, Wei Kang, the head of the twelve guards, is already a big man in the top. But now, he had only one head left, which was hung on the north exit.


    The soldiers of the garrison obeyed the commander''s order and tried to separate the gathered mountain people. But while they were carrying out the order, they couldn''t help peeping at the contents of the cloth and talking while the officer wasn''t paying attention.


    "Another one!"


    This word has become a sentence with the highest probability of occurrence. Even if many people don''t say it, it clearly means this in their eyes.


    This kind of scene, this kind of scene, has been staged all over xiafeng district since the Nightingale organization appeared more than three years ago. From the remote border town to xiafeng City, the main city of xiafeng District, one villain after another was punished by them and displayed in public.


    The black words on the white cloth list the crimes of these villains. The Nightingale has become the embodiment of justice in the eyes of many mountain people.


    "Scattered, scattered!!" The guard at the north exit kept drinking and scolding the crowd. However, the crowd not only did not disperse, but also tended to gather more and more.


    Weikang, it''s Weikang! Weikang was killed by the nightingale.


    The news is spreading fast, much faster than the spies sent by Wei Meng to deliver the letter. The disposal of such a big man pushed people''s expectation of Nightingale to a new height.


    The crowd could not be evacuated for a long time. The soldiers of the garrison were even crowded out of the crowd. They watched Weikang''s head continue to hang there. They watched the white cloth list many shameful acts of Weikang, but they couldn''t deal with them at all.


    "Block the intersection for me! Don''t let anyone come over again! Spread out, let them all spread out! " The guard directed his subordinates in a rage, but with little effect. The garrison soldiers standing at the north exit are simply not enough to cope with the enthusiasm of the mountain people that was ignited at this moment.


    "Waste!" A shout of reprimand came into the guard''s ear.


    "Who?" The anxious guard subconsciously roared, but looking around, he couldn''t see who was talking to him.


    "Those who disobey orders, kill!" The voice came again. The guard still couldn''t find who was talking, but he had realized some possibility.


    I only heard the sound, but I didn''t see the person. This is obviously using the power to transmit sound. Among the twelve guards, one is an expert in the spirit of Ming.


    Lord Wei Meng?


    The guard subconsciously shrunk his head. The twelve guards have no official position, but their power is far superior to those lower level officials. Realizing that the "waste" might be Wei Meng''s evaluation of him, the guard''s face was even more sad than before. At this time, where else would he take into account? He immediately frantically issued instructions from Yu Weimeng.


    "Let them go! There is no amnesty for those who disobey! " The guard roared, and the soldiers heard the order, as did the people gathered here. Before the soldiers took action, the people were in an uproar.


    Not out of fear, but out of anger. Everyone''s emotions were excited because Wei Kang was killed. Originally, they were restrained because of fear of the rule of power, but the cruel and fierce order of the guard completely broke this last depressed mind.


    Everyone''s eyes lit up anger and pointed to the guard who issued the order. And just this look that seemed to eat people was the unexpected response of the guard. His heart was empty, he subconsciously stepped back, one hand had been firmly pressed on the handle of the knife, and roared at all the mountain people: "what do you want to do? Want to rebel? Somebody, stop them for me. "


    There were two close guards behind the guard, but when he saw such a scene, he didn''t dare to come forward.


    They are just ordinary soldiers, because of long-term training, or have the threshold to touch a little soul power, but they are not those through the realm powers with powers after all. In the face of such a crowd, their realm strength will not play any role at all.


    "What''s the matter? Are you deaf? Or do you want to rebel? " The guard found that the two guys behind him hesitated and didn''t move, and shouted angrily. Seeing the guards like this, the mountain people encouraged their confidence. These soldiers and commanders, who usually make them afraid, don''t look terrible at all.


    "If you don''t spread out, there''s no amnesty for killing?" One of the mountain people walking in the front looked cynically at the frightened guard and his two guards. This look usually only appears on the faces of ordinary people like them!


    "Yes." A reply.


    The guard did not speak, nor did the two guards, but almost everyone in the audience heard the answer. Everyone looked around for the source of the sound. When their eyes turned to the boulder with the north exit, they saw a figure passing high. The head of Weikang hanging on the boulder had been taken off, and the long cloth strip flew up, as if they had opened their eyes. Without waiting for anyone to respond, the cloth has flown back, but a person has been dragged back from his tail. It is the mountain people who spoke and laughed at the instructions of "don''t disperse, kill without amnesty".


    Wei Meng stood on the boulder at the north exit, holding Wei Kang''s head in his left hand and the white cloth in his right hand. The mountain people''s necks were strangled and suspended, and they were struggling desperately at this time.


    "Yes." Wei Meng repeated again, using the voice of the soul of Ming, and everyone present could clearly hear, "if you don''t disperse, there is no amnesty."


    Anger is still written on the faces of all mountain people, but now, they are hiding bit by bit. Instead, they are used to fear. Some people are still staring, while others are already leaving. The mountain people who were hung in the air by Wei Meng and were about to die, but no one cared at all.


    "For the last time, spread out." Wei Meng said.


    Those mountain people who were still stunned finally took action and hurried to leave. People push people and block people. Some people are pretended to be hurt, but they don''t dare to make any sound at all. Everyone is trying to suppress and hide for fear of being noticed. So many people moved and left together, but no one spoke, only the continuous, dull footsteps.


    Wei Meng stared at all this coldly. He still hung the poor mountain man in his right hand. His struggling movement was getting weaker and weaker. At this time, an arrow flew from the far end.


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    There''s always someone behind me when I code today. It''s very stressful!