newbobooks Chapter 120 I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go
Chapter 120 I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go
Upon hearing this, Ma Damazi continued to ask:
"When did you hand it in yesterday? Did you encounter the refugees who attacked the Third In command? Or did you also participate in killing the Third In command?"
The man turned pale with fear when he heard this, and stammered:
"I...we would never dare to do that. We ran into the Third Master and his group around 3:00 PM yesterday. They had just finished their meal and were fine when we passed by. It really wasn't us!"
The others also begged for mercy, saying that it was definitely not them.
Ma Damazi forced a smile and added:
"If anyone can provide clues, I will not only let him go, but also give him one hundred taels of silver!"
When the refugees heard this, many of them were moved.
But they really didn't know that the refugees were whispering to each other.
Ma Damazi had a gloomy face and stared coldly at the group of refugees in front of him with his triangular eyes.
In fact, no matter whether they were the murderers of the third brother or not, he would not let them go.
I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go!
There were about a dozen refugees in this group, and only seven of them were middle-aged men.
Ma Damazi waited for a while, and seeing that no one could say anything, he waved to his brothers and uttered a word between his lips:
"kill!"
When the bandits heard the order from their leader, they rushed forward without hesitation, their swords raised.
In an instant, miserable cries and desperate pleas for mercy rang out in the originally quiet valley.
Those refugees who tried to escape were blocked by the bandits guarding behind them before they could take a few steps.
It wasn't long before the bloody massacre was over.
The entire valley returned to peace, but the air was filled with a strong smell of blood that was nauseating.
After searching the bodies, the bandits dragged the refugees' bodies to another part of the valley and threw them directly into a deep ditch.
The luggage and other items were taken to the other side of the valley and placed together with their own ox carts.
After a while, the center of the valley became empty again, as if the brutal massacre had never happened.
Only the bloodstains left on the ground proved to people that a massacre had just taken place here.
More refugees came one after another and were also killed without knowing it.
In the space, Lu Qingqing secretly wondered what to do?
This bandit leader has obviously gone crazy with killing!
Unless they encounter a large group of refugees, these waves of refugees are just coming to die and are unlikely to cause any harm to the bandits.
The dozen or so bandits just now ran back to the hillside, not far from the entry point of the space.
If I go out now, I will definitely be discovered. I can only wait until it is completely dark and see what happens.
Before Lu Qingqing could think about it, another group of refugees appeared at the mountain pass. They were the two families whose luggage the third in command had searched.
Not long after the two families entered the valley, Ma Damazi and the bandits appeared in front of them.
When the two families saw the bandits carrying big swords, they were so scared that their faces turned pale.
They hurriedly turned around and tried to run back, but found that there were more than a dozen bandits behind them, and the group was instantly blocked in the middle.
At this time, the refugees also discovered the bloodstains on the ground, and the crowd suddenly became agitated.
Some children in the refugee group were frightened and crying, and the adults around them covered their mouths tightly for fear of angering the bandits.
As usual, Ma Damazi looked up and down at the group of people, but when his eyes swept across the middle, he suddenly stopped.
A man in the refugee group was wearing the third brother’s shoes!
When the third brother first put on those shoes, he showed them off to him, saying that they were the latest style in Beijing and very expensive!
Ma Damazi's eyes turned cold instantly, and he pointed at the man and said:
"You have paid the toll, but to whom?"
The man was already nervous, and after being called out, he was so scared that he couldn't speak.
Ma Damazi took two steps forward carrying the big knife. Before he could do anything, the man's father hurriedly replied:
"My dear fellow, we paid the toll yesterday. It was given to the Third Leader of Tianlang Village."
Ma Damazi looked at the old man with eyes as if he were looking at a dead person, and said coldly:
"I'm asking him!"
The old man was so frightened that he shrank his neck and instantly became quiet.
The man trembled all over and said in a trembling voice:
"We handed it over to the third leader of Tianlang Village around 3 p.m. yesterday."
"Did you kill the Third In Command?"
As soon as Ma Damazi said this, the man froze completely and waved his hands.
Ma Damazi looked at the refugees' expressions and determined that they knew what happened yesterday, so he spoke directly:
"Whoever reveals the murderer of the Third Boss, I will let him go. If you conceal or lie to me, none of you will survive!"
Ma Damazi's voice was cold and threatening, and the refugee group fell silent in an instant.
People looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.
Ma Damazi didn't give them much time. Seeing no one answered, his face became increasingly gloomy and he winked at the bandits beside him.
Several strong bandits quickly rushed into the group of refugees and dragged the man out.
The man was dragged to Ma Damazi's side, his legs weak and he could hardly stand.
The moment the big knife was pressed against his neck, the man was so scared that he peed his pants.
At this critical moment of life and death, he no longer cared about dignity and shame, and stammered:
"Master, please spare me! I'll tell you everything!"
His voice became hoarse and unpleasant due to extreme fear, and he trembled as he recounted what happened yesterday.
When Ma Damazi heard that a refugee had shot an arrow through the third brother's chest, he could no longer suppress his emotions and swung his sword to chop off the man's head.
Blood spurted out far away, and the head rolled and stopped in front of the refugee group.
The eyes of the head were still wide open, and the face was filled with fear.
The old man watched his son being killed and his head rolling in front of him.
Her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground, holding her son's head and crying loudly!
When the old man's other sons saw their brothers being killed, they were shocked and then angry, and their hands unconsciously touched the hatchet on their body.
Ma Damazi wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve and continued to ask:
"What does the archer look like? How tall is he? What are the characteristics of the people traveling with him?"
At this moment, the refugees looked at him in horror, and no one dared to speak for a moment.
Ma Damazi grinned, took out a purse from his waist and said:
"Whoever tells me, I will not only let him go, but I will also give him this bag of silver."
The refugees shuddered unconsciously as they looked at the bandits with blood on their faces and sinister smiles.
Seeing that no one spoke, Ma Damazi signaled his men to drag out another person.
The man was dragged out forcibly, and his family members did not dare to stop him under the threat of a machete.
He knelt limply on the ground and stammered:
"The archer... the one shooting the arrow was not tall, about four feet tall, thin, and his face was dirty and hard to see clearly. The person traveling with him was very tall, about six feet tall, tall and strong."