newbobooks Chapter 443 Chaos 1
Chapter 443 Chaos 1
The scene was breathtaking! Countless faces distorted with excitement and fear, countless pairs of calloused, bony hands, and countless frail bodies bursting with astonishing strength formed an unstoppable torrent!
They were no longer lambs being driven, but had transformed into a furious tide! The wooden fence creaked with a teeth-grinding groan under the immense force, instantly being squeezed and deformed, teetering on the verge of collapse.
The soldiers who were maintaining order were pushed around by the surging crowd, and the defense line was instantly riddled with holes.
The soldiers responsible for maintaining order, blocking the wooden fences and steps, were under increasing pressure! The human wall they formed was crumbling under the impact of the huge flow of people.
Shields banged against each other, spears were grabbed, pushed away, and even broken by countless hands! Some soldiers were pushed to the ground, covering their heads and faces in fear; others were forced to retreat involuntarily.
The soldiers shouted loudly, pushed with their guns, and blocked with their shields, their faces a mixture of tension, fear and a barely perceptible confusion - many of them were also the "ghosts" of Xiangsheng City, and facing these "compatriots" who were charging madly, the weapons in their hands became particularly heavy.
In the chaos, there were indeed soldiers with flickering eyes and rolling eyeballs.
Some deliberately tripped while pushing and shoving to create a gap; some quietly released the force when blocking and let the crowd rush past them; some even took advantage of the chaos, pretending to be knocked down, lying on the ground groaning "ouch", but in fact they were creating a passage for the charging crowd.
They silently expressed their inner turmoil and resistance to orders from "above" through their actions.
Perhaps because he was shaken by the rumors in recent days, or perhaps he was already dissatisfied with the emperor's madness, he chose to silently "let go" at this moment.
"Senior Brother!" Zhang Miao and Yan Zhou took advantage of this precious opportunity when the chaos intensified and the pressure suddenly decreased, protecting the frightened and pale Li Qinghuan and the complicated-looking Xiao Yan, quickly broke through the last obstacle, and successfully met up with Lu Wensheng and others.
Tang He watched them arrive safely, and his tense face finally showed a hint of relief. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "You came just in time! It's just in time!"
"I'm waiting here, isn't that just right?" A panting voice filled with resentment interrupted.
Wang Yanzhi was half-supported and half-dragged by Yu Shuoyang, squeezing in from behind the group of monks.
He looked like he had just rolled in a pile of dust several times, his face was covered in dust, his coarse cloth shorts were covered with sawdust and oil stains, and his hair was messy.
He was breathing heavily and wiping the sweat off his face with his sleeves, but the more he wiped, the more smudged his face became. Combined with his "bitter and resentful" expression, he looked particularly funny.
Yu Shuoyang couldn't help but sigh. While steadying him, he gloated over his shortcomings, "He's incredible! He's managed to become a 'craftsman' in the palace. He works diligently from nine to five, repairing roofs and carving window grilles for others. He's so dedicated that he's almost become the imperial carpenter! Want to escape? It's as difficult as climbing to the sky!"
"Craftsmen have no human rights!" Upon hearing this, Wang Yanzhi stretched out a pair of hands covered with scratches, stains and wood splinters in grief and anger. There were also several bruises on the palms that were obviously caused by being hit by a hammer.
He complained aggrievedly, his voice almost tearful, "Don't you understand? Those concubines and stewards in the palace complain about the smallest things! Today they fix the unstable table legs, and tomorrow they complain that the carvings on the window lattices are not delicate enough!
It seems that every beam and pillar in the palace should be carved with nine dragons!
I'm constantly rolling in the shavings, weaving through the ink line, exhausted as a dead dog! That pittance isn't even enough to buy a good pair of knee pads! Want a chance to slip away? No way! They're watching me closely, afraid my "craft" will slip away!
If I keep doing this, my hands won't be used for practicing magic anymore, but for serving the Wood Ancestor!"
He exaggeratedly showed off his "tortured" hands, with a look of resentment, as if he had suffered a great injustice, which formed a strong contrast with the tense and life-and-death atmosphere around him.
The originally tense atmosphere was somewhat diluted by his sudden "complaint".
Lu Wensheng couldn't help laughing when he saw Wang Yanzhi's gray face and his "weathered" hands.
He reached into his bosom and quickly pulled out a clean white handkerchief. He handed it over with a soothing smile, "Alright, alright. Thank you for your hard work, Brother Wang. Quickly wipe it."
Wang Yanzhi's eyes lit up, and he took it with both hands almost reverently, saying repeatedly: "Thank you, senior brother! Thank you, senior brother!" He looked so cautious and as if he had obtained a treasure. It was obvious that after getting the handkerchief in his hands, he was reluctant to wipe the dust off it and was probably going to keep it as a treasure.
Yu Shuoyang, who was standing by, saw it clearly, and a hint of understanding and mischief appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He was quick-witted and quick-handed. While Wang Yanzhi was still immersed in the excitement of "getting the handkerchief from his senior brother", he snatched the white handkerchief away!
"Hey?! Yu Shuoyang, what are you doing?!" Wang Yanzhi exclaimed.
"What? To make the best use of it, of course!" Yu Shuoyang snorted and chuckled. Moving as fast as lightning, he clamped Wang Yanzhi's chin with one hand to stabilize his shaking head, and with the other hand, he grasped the soft white handkerchief and rudely hit Wang Yanzhi's "cat face" that was covered with sweat, oil, and sawdust.
"Ugh! Ugh! Yu Shuoyang! Let go! My face! Senior brother's handkerchief!"
Wang Yanzhi was rubbed until he screamed and struggled desperately, but he could not get rid of Yu Shuoyang's iron-like hands. Finally, he knelt on the ground, silently feeling sad about Lu Wensheng's dirty handkerchief - that annoying Yu Shuoyang!
Lu Wensheng looked at the "tragic" yet strangely familiar fighting scene in front of him, and his heartstrings, which had been tense because of Wei Liang's madness and the tense situation, completely relaxed. The corners of his mouth involuntarily raised a larger arc, with helplessness and relief.
He thought to himself: I used to hear people say that Junior Brother Wang and Junior Brother Yu often quarreled and argued in the sect, and their relationship was tense. Now it seems that the rumors are indeed not to be believed.
This playful and no-holds-barred manner clearly showed the intimate interaction that could only occur between two people who had a very good relationship and were extremely familiar with each other - well, yes, good, a deep friendship, very good.
In this brief and relaxing atmosphere, on the high platform, Wei Liang looked at the out-of-control scene where monks gathered below the stage, the crowd surged, and the center of the formation was seized. His last psychological defense line completely collapsed.
He collapsed in the cold and damp mud, his hair disheveled and his dragon robe filthy. He waved his arms like a madman, laughing hysterically and cursing at the chaotic crowd.
"Hahahaha! Idiots! They're all a bunch of idiots! Live! Isn't it good to live a peaceful and stable life?! Everlasting life and wealth are within your reach! Why destroy it?! Why die with them?! Stupid! Hahahaha..."
His crazy roar sounded particularly harsh and desperate in the wind, rain and noise.