Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 169 - 66: Riot

"Kill!"

"Those unwilling to starve to death, follow me inside, and grab the food!"

"It's just one life either way..."

"Charge!"

Under the cover of night, it was pitch black.

Once out of the reach of the torchlight, one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.

Only chaotic noises and roars rose and fell, the sounds grew closer and closer, and the frantic shouts made everyone's face turn pale.

Clearly.

There was a riot among the refugees in the city.

And judging by the sounds, it was not just in one place; it seemed to have spread throughout the city.

"Master."

Wu Hai gripped the long saber in his hand tightly and whispered:

"You should hide at the back."

He knew Fang Zheng's power was stronger than his own.

But Fang Zheng was the master, and he was the servant. Since he was paid by the master, naturally, he had to do his utmost to protect his safety at critical moments.

Fang Zheng shook his head lightly:

"No rush, the people living on this street are either rich or noble, not ordinary folks. Almost every household has a nurse; it should be fine."

Squeeze the soft persimmon first.

The refugees aren't fools; they should choose their targets wisely when robbing.

"Bang!"

A loud noise, deafening, made Fang Zheng's face change slightly.

This sound was nearby...

Did something really happen?

"Master!"

Wu Hai looked back, eyes seeking approval.

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng nodded, Wu Hai was overjoyed and hurriedly ran inside.

Scanning the scene.

There were not many people in Fang Mansion.

Old Liu, who guarded the gate, was as weak as a chicken and was useless.

The coachmen, Li San and Li Hu, were both introduced by Wu Hai. Among them, Li Hu had a First Blood cultivation base, while Li San was just strong and robust.

Besides them,

there were four extra workers from the kiln, who usually doubled as nurses. Other than that, there were no outsiders.

Even counting Fang Zheng, there were not even ten people.

The rest were women and children.

When this place was still Sun Mansion, there were no less than fifty people, nearly half of whom could wield a weapon in times of emergency.

Luckily, although they were few in number, their strength was not weak.

Li San and Li Hu were both elite soldiers retired from the Hu Ben Army, skilled in battlefield tactical coordination, able to stand firm in front of even a Second Blood Martial Artist when working together.

Over the past two years, Wu Hai had enough to eat and drink, and he had not neglected his martial arts, improving significantly in strength.

Moreover...

Fang Zheng himself was here!

"Clang!"

The gate suddenly trembled, dust falling in streams. The massive impact force even shook the gate tower and made several people tense up.

How could this be?

Fang Zheng looked surprised.

He knew perfectly well how sturdy his gate was, made of solid wood as thick as a ruler, and opening it every day exhausted Old Liu's strength.

Now,

with just one hit, it was on the verge of collapse?

"It's a battering ram!"

Li San's eyes narrowed:

"This is a siege device. Even a makeshift one cannot be made by refugees, there's something strange going on!"

Do you even need to say it?

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes.

How could ordinary turmoil spread throughout the city in such a short time? Clearly, someone was inciting from the shadows, making the situation even worse.

"Someone's climbing the wall." Li Hu shouted:

"Watch out!"

With his shout, he had already bent his bow and nocked an arrow.

"Snap!"

The arrow hit the wall, sinking several inches into the ground, with the fletchings vibrating rapidly, scaring the refugee who just climbed up off the wall.

In the Otherworld, especially in wealthy families, the courtyard walls were high and steep, covered with sharp spikes and plants full of thorns.

Climbing the wall,

would first leave oneself bruised and battered.

Li Hu also showed restraint and did not aim at the refugee; otherwise, at such close range, he would not have missed.

"Everyone."

Fang Zheng stepped forward and shouted loudly:

"We don't have much food here, even if we shared it with you, it's definitely not enough to eat. But we do have swords and knives ready to entertain, do you really want to try it?"

"Deceiving ghosts?" Someone shouted outside the gate:

"You rich people love hoarding the most; you're the last to starve. In such a big courtyard, you must have hidden lots of food."

"Swords?"

"Trying to scare us!"

"Clang..."

The sound of a collision rang out again.

The two gates had already shown obvious twisted deformation, and the door bar was cracking. Shadowy figures appeared on the wall.

"Charge!"

"Charge in and distribute the food!"

"If they don't give us food, then kill them. It's all because of these rich people that we ended up like this; they deserve to die!"

"Bang!"

"Everyone." Fang Zheng shouted loudly:

"What will it take for you to leave?"

"I really don't have any extra food here, but I have money. I'm willing to give you a hundred taels of silver to leave, how about that?"

There was a sudden quiet outside.

Then whispering began.

"A hundred taels?"

"That's a hundred taels!"

"At the current market rate, it's enough to buy twenty acres of excellent farmland."

"..."

"What are you doing?" A loud shout interrupted everyone's discussion:

"Charge in, everything inside will be yours. Don't just take a hundred taels; even if we want a thousand taels, they will have to give it."

"Satisfied with a mere hundred taels of silver?"

"Doesn't anyone know the price of food now? A hundred taels of silver isn't even enough for us to eat for a few days!"

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

The rage and desire in the refugees' hearts were once again stoked by the words, and everyone roared loudly, while the battering ram smashed heavily against the gate again.

"Bang!"

The outside shook violently, already on the verge of collapse.

Fang Zheng squinted, turned back inside, and took out a powerful crossbow with an odd shape, laying three crossbow arrows neatly on it.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the gate, weighing several thousand pounds, came off the hinges, flew up from the ground, and crashed heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Before the dust had settled, several figures had already rushed in.

"Kill!"

The newcomers, eyes bloodshot, wielded sharp blades, exuding a strong killing intent, clearly not just here to rob food, but to kill and loot.