Rebirth Zhu Yuanzhang's King Summoning System

Chapter 9 Reverse!

The old man rolled on the ground for a long time before he stopped. Zhu Chongba rushed over, rolled over the old man, and found that he had passed away forever.

"Too much deception!" Zhu Chongba stood up, rolled up his sleeves and was about to kill the supervisor, but Liu Futong firmly held him down.

"Don't be impulsive! If you do it now, Old Man Ye will die in vain! Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!"

Zhu Chongba's eyes were red, and he stared at the supervisor, his body trembling uncontrollably because of extreme anger.

The supervisor had never seen such a terrifying look in his eyes, so he couldn't help but took two steps back. It wasn't until Zhu Chongba carried the old man on his back to bury him that he resumed his arrogant face again: "What's wrong with bullying you? You low-spirited southerner, give me It's your honor to shine shoes! Let me tell you, there is no migrant worker that I can't train! You all listen to me, no one is allowed to give him food, starve to death, you bastard!"

Zhu Chongba dug a hole on the beach, buried the old man Ye's body in it, and kowtowed three times: "Uncle, I will avenge your revenge! I will give you the hope you mentioned. One day, I will never let such evil officials rule over the people again!"

Han Shantong sent the supervisor away, came to Zhu Chongba, and handed him a piece of sesame seed cake: "Brother Zhu, stand up, kneeling, there is no way to avenge Old Man Ye."

Zhu Chongba took the biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth, with a murderous look on his face.

"Where does the Dog Overseer live?"

"The first tent next to the checkpoint."

Zhu Chongba bent down to pick up a stone and put it in his trouser pocket, then turned and walked towards the tent.

Just as Liu Futong wanted to stop him, Han Shantong stopped him: "I really want to see if Brother Zhu is really as great as the saint said. Alright, let's do it quickly."

The sky was dark, starless, and the pale moonlight could not penetrate the clouds.

On the Yellow River beach, Han Shantong and Liu Futong quietly dug up Uncle Ye's body and threw it into the river, and buried something in it.

Migrant workers who had worked hard all day fell to pieces, snoring one after another.Their greatest wish is to sleep like this forever and never wake up again.

The Yuan soldiers on guard yawned again and again. In the hot summer season, only the few hours at night are the most comfortable. The cool breeze by the river is like a mother's hand gently pushing the cradle. With Xia Chan's "lullaby", the sentinel soon into dreamland.

With his feet wrapped around the wind, Zhu Chong walked quietly to the supervisor's tent, and the snoring inside was loud.

Dog things, relying on the protection of Yuan soldiers, disregard human lives and run amok.

Now, I want you to go down and apologize to Uncle Ye!
Zhu Chongba got into the tent, picked up a stone and slammed it on the supervisor's throat.

The overseer woke up and wanted to yell, but found that he couldn't yell at all. In a panic, he got out of bed and crawled out the door.

Without saying a word, Zhu Chongba followed behind the supervisor, throwing stones down continuously.

Ankle, wrist, finger, knee...

Where it hurts to hit.

The supervisor was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and the fat on his face was trembling.

Everything that could be smashed was smashed, Zhu Chongba dropped the stone and walked to the bed, picked up the supervisor's dagger for cutting mutton, roasted it on the fire, turned around and stuck it in the supervisor's thigh.

The supervisor's eyes were wide open, but he opened his mouth wide but could not make a sound. The sweat on his face flowed like a waterfall.

Zhu Chongba still didn't speak, just cut the flesh one by one, avoiding the vitals with each cut.

After about thirty cuts, the supervisor rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, spitting out the last breath of air in his body.

Zhu Chongba clapped his hands, pinned the dagger behind his waist, blew out the candles, and left the tent lightly.

The sentinel was soundly asleep, with a sharp dagger across his throat, Zhu Chongba walked away from the embankment in the evening wind.

The world doesn't know how many people like Old Man Ye are being oppressed by corrupt officials.

It would be a waste to not assassinate corrupt officials and eliminate harm for the people with the two great skills of sliding door lockpicking and drum flying show.

At this time, Zhu Chongba found a new goal in life: to kill the rich and help the poor, eliminate evil and promote good.Become a famous knight like Peng Yingyu!
Along the way, I have received a lot of Summoning Coins for helping the victims and widows.

Just killed the overseer and sentinel, and another 3000 summoning coins came into the account.

Zhu Chongba carefully checked the balance: 93000 summoning coins.With 7000 left, you can buy Xiang Yu's soul!
Nightingales sang softly in the woods from time to time, and the eastern sky turned pale.Thinking that in the near future, he will be able to possess Xiang Yu's supernatural power and become a man of indomitable spirit. Zhu Zhongba is full of pride and strides towards the house of corrupt officials.

On the Yellow River beach, Han Shantong and Liu Futong exchanged glances as they looked at the corpses of the supervisor and the sentinel.

The first fire to expel the Tartars will be lit tomorrow!
The east was getting whiter, and the migrant workers on the ground woke up rubbing their eyes.Among them, Han Shantong stood on a small slope, with a stern expression and burning eyes.

"White Lotus Sect members who are suffering! I was entrusted by King Ming in a dream last night, and he came to save us!" Han Shantong's voice was high and full of emotion.

The migrant worker who had just woken up looked at him suspiciously: "What did he say?"

"Ming Wang entrusted a dream?"

"The King Ming who drives away the darkness?"

"real or fake?"

"Come save us, man?"

The migrant worker saw the dead body at the checkpoint and exclaimed: "My God! Yuan Bing is dead! Yuan Bing is dead! We are free!"

There were cheers one after another, and they silently endured the whipping and insults from the supervisor, the pain of the death of their relatives and friends, and all the suffering in silence.At this moment, they who silently endured so much burden finally shed tears.

"We are free! We are free!"

Everyone shouted in unison: "Thank you, King Ming! Thank you, King Ming!"

Han Shantong shouted with his giant arms: "Are you really free? As long as the Yuan Dynasty lasts, you are in danger of being arrested again! Freedom? In the world of the Great Yuan Dynasty, how can we southerners have freedom?"

These words were like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing everyone's passion.

Han Shantong pointed to the place where Old Man Ye's body was buried and shouted: "Do you want to be free? King Ming said that your freedom is buried there."

"There? Isn't that the place where Zhu Chongba buried Old Man Ye?"

"What King Ming said must be correct."

The migrant workers dug up the soil three times, five times and two times, and the exclamation came one after another.

"Old man Ye's body has turned into a stone man."

"how can that be?"

"Ming Wang! Only Ming Wang can do it!"

"But why does this stone man only have one eye?"

"Hey, there are words on the back of the stone man. It must be left by King Ming!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Han Shantong raised his arms and shouted: "You are right, only the King of Ming can turn the corpse of Old Man Ye into a stone man overnight. Old Man Ye will be immortal in our hearts forever. King Ming said, only a stone man Eyes, stir up rebellion in the Yellow River! Your freedom is in your own hands! Drive out the Tartars and restore our Han country!"

(End of this chapter)