Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs

Two burly attendants stood in front of Zhang Chen, proudly saying, "My son is the son of a county captain. It is your blessing to see your horse, how dare you not sell it!"

Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes: "Get lost."

The two attendants rolled up their sleeves, with vicious expressions on their faces: "You kid wants to die!"

"My son is happy to meet a BMW today, so I will let him have a horse. I will sell the horse to me for five hundred taels." The young master waved his hand to stop the attendants.

"I'll say it one last time, I won't sell it." Zhang Chen was also impatient.

"I think you are toasting and not eating fine wine!" The two attendants glared at each other.

Brother Young Master's face also darkened, he must get such a BMW: "Are you sure you don't want to sell it?"

Zhang Chen ignored it and continued walking forward.

Brother Young Master suddenly shouted: "You little thief, how dare you steal my BMW, take it for me!"

"Yes!" The two followers responded and prepared to attack.

"You guys like horses so much, just die under them." Zhang Chen's tone was cold.

The horse demon raised its hoof and stomped on it, the two attendants spurted blood, flew upside down, and hit the ground heavily, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The sudden change paralyzed Young Master to the ground.

But Zhang Chen didn't show any mercy, kicked the demon horse's hind hoof, and kicked the young master to death.

"Ah! Killed, killed..."

The people who were watching the theater around were shouting in horror while running.

Zhang Chen feels that he is still very suitable for the Demon Sect. He will retaliate and respect those who commit crimes.

If it is the right way, many people will definitely criticize this kind of behavior.

Said that he shot fiercely, several people were not guilty of death, and so on.

Zhang Chen walked into a shop selling saddles as if nothing had happened, and said to the trembling shopkeeper, "Give me a saddle for my horse."

"Guest...Guest officer, your horse is much taller than ordinary horses, and there is no suitable saddle for the small... small shop." The shopkeeper stammered, even if he had one, he dared not sell it.

In case Zhang ran in the morning, he might be assisted in escape by the furious county Wei Anshang, or charged as an accomplice.

"No? Can't we order it now?" Zhang Chen frowned slightly.

Seeing Zhang Chen frowning, the shopkeeper was afraid of being killed, so he didn't dare to refuse again: "Yes... yes, if... if you can wait, little... villain, I will give it to you." You make it."

"how long it takes?"

"Big...about an hour."

"Okay, let's do it." Zhang Chen nodded.

While instructing the shopkeeper to get the materials, the shopkeeper peeked at Zhang Chen from time to time.

'His horse kicked the son of the county lieutenant to death, wouldn't he run away? In an hour, no matter how slow the county lieutenant moved, he should have brought people to arrive.

I helped him make a saddle, under the pretense of delaying the murderer. ’ Thinking of this, the shopkeeper moved a little slower.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged man wearing a county lieutenant's uniform and a plain knife on his waist hurried over with more than twenty arresters.

"My son!"

Before coming, the county lieutenant thought that his son might not have died, but was kicked unconscious by the horse.

But when he saw the unrecognizable corpse on the ground, he had to accept the fact and wept bitterly.

The county lieutenant closed his son's eyes with trembling hands, then raised his head with a ferocious face: "Where is the murderer, I want him to pay for my son's life!"

"Lord County Lieutenant, the murderer is in the saddle shop in front." Immediately, a witness came forward to report.

"What a thief, if you kill my son and don't run away, don't you take me seriously?"

The county lieutenant gritted his teeth and led the policeman towards the shop where Zhang Chen was.

"Wrap this up and don't let the villains get away!"

"yes!"

More than 20 arresters scattered and surrounded the shop.

The county lieutenant saw the horse demon at first sight. If it was before, he, who loves horses, must find a way to get this horse.

But now, he just wanted to tear the horse that kicked his son to death into pieces, and pay homage to his son's spirit in heaven.

The county lieutenant looked at Zhang Chen who was very calm next to him: "It was you who drove the horse and kicked my son to death?"

"Yes." Zhang Chen admitted flatly, as if it was just a chicken and duck that was kicked to death by the horse.

"Okay, okay, okay, take it for me!" The county captain laughed back angrily.

More than twenty arresters drew out their knives and cautiously moved towards Zhang Chen.

They didn't dare to be careless. A murderer who dared to wait on the spot and didn't change his expression in the face of the siege was either extremely capable and confident, or a fool.

The former is obviously more likely.

The catchers are just doing what they are told, running around for their living, and there may be a few good ones among so many catchers.

Although Zhang Chen thought he was not a good person, he didn't want to kill many people.

Zhang Chen flicked his finger, and a drop of blood shot out.

"Snapped!"

There was a blood hole the size of a thumb on the county lieutenant's forehead, and he fell down slowly with an expression of disbelief.

"boom!"

It wasn't until the sound of the body falling to the ground that the arresters discovered that the county lieutenant was dead.

When did you die?

Could it be just a snap of the villain's finger?

All the arresters felt cold all over their bodies and broke out in cold sweat.

Zhang Chen said lightly: "I don't want to kill too many people, you go."

All the police officers looked at each other quickly, and they felt like retreating.

One tael of silver a month, what a life!

But one head catcher didn't flinch: "Don't be afraid, everyone. If he had the confidence to kill us, he would let us go and take down the criminal."

Hearing this, many arresters were shaken again.

The headhunter then said to Zhang Chen: "Although I don't know what method you used to kill the county captain, but if you kill someone, I won't let a murderer like you go!"

Zhang Chen didn't know whether the head catcher was just pretending to use his subordinates ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or he was really upright.

"The son of the county lieutenant wants to seize my horse, frame me for stealing it, and send me to prison. Shouldn't I kill him?"

"Whether it's good or bad, right and wrong, it's up to the government to investigate and decide, it's not your decision!"

Zhang Chen stared at this person: "His father is a county magistrate, if I am an ordinary person and enter the Yamen, how do you think I will be sentenced?"

The head catcher hesitated for a moment: "I believe the magistrate will uphold justice."

Zhang Chen chuckled: "You don't believe it yourself, but you want others to believe it?"

The head catcher refused to accept: "You didn't go to the yamen, how could you know that the magistrate of the county will not give you justice. If you are arrested without a fight, follow me back to the yamen, and I will definitely find out the truth for you."

Zhang Chen sneered, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"If everyone is afraid of death, what do you want the Yamen to do quickly? Who will arrest you murderers." The head arrester regards death as home.

"In this case, I will help you." Zhang Chen spit out another drop of blood.

Catcher also had a **** hole on his forehead, and he fell down straight.

"Whoever stops me will die." Zhang Chen glanced at the other police officers.

All the arresters retreated one after another, but they did not dare to leave, for fear of being punished by the county magistrate later.

Zhang Chen didn't care, and waited for the saddle to be ready.

Half an hour later, several guys put the saddle on the horse's back.

"How much is the saddle?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Small people don't dare to ask for money, just take it if you like." The shopkeeper is actually afraid of being held accountable afterwards.

If you don't charge money, you can still use the excuse that you are being robbed, you are being persecuted, and you are also a victim.

Zhang Chen took out a broken piece of silver and threw it at the shopkeeper: "I'm buying it, not grabbing it."

After speaking, he raised his hand, and a lot of blood gushed out, revealing his identity as a monk.