Chapter 51 Take Action

Refugee gathering place.

A big pot was bubbling with hot steam, and the tempting aroma spread, making the refugees standing by the side glow with green light.

These refugees standing by the pot were basically men. Although they were not strong, they had some color on their faces and bright eyes, which was completely different from those refugees who were dying.

However, although these men were salivating at this moment, they did not dare to move. Instead, they looked at a person with fear from time to time.

This was a man with a scar on his face and cold eyes.

There was a short knife hanging on his waist. Although it was a little rusty, the sharp blade still told people that it was a murder weapon.

At this moment, the scarred man was eating a bag of dry food voraciously.

Because he ate too quickly, some residues fell from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

Many refugees were so angry when they saw this.

You have to know that many of them haven't eaten proper food for a long time.

Tree bark, grass roots, and even algae in the puddle, as long as they can eat, they will not let go.

So when they saw the scarred man eating bread openly and even deliberately wasting it, you can imagine how they felt.

But the scarred man didn't care about these at all. After eating another piece of bread, he sighed with satisfaction, stood up and shook off the residue on his body, and then came to the stove.

There was a person lying here.

A skinny woman.

But at this moment, the woman's face was completely disfigured and her body was covered with scars.

But even so, the woman still didn't die, but looked at the sky with a pair of lifeless eyes.

Seeing this scene, the scarred man grinned, raised his leg and kicked the woman.

"Damn, you're still very patient. You're still breathing even in this state. I don't know what you're waiting for. You don't want to taste the broth, do you? Hahaha!"

The scarred man couldn't help laughing at the end, and seemed to be very happy with his sense of humor.

The woman didn't say anything. In fact, she couldn't open her mouth at all.

Only a tear slowly seeped out of the corner of her eye and slid down silently.

At this time, the scarred man became more and more crazy. He reached out and picked up the ladle in the pot and scooped a spoonful of hot soup.

"Come on, don't you want to eat? Then I'll feed you a taste."

As he said, he was about to pour the boiling soup into the woman's mouth with the ladle.

At this moment, an arrow passed by and nailed his arm.

The ladle fell to the ground, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

The scarred man hugged his arm and screamed in pain.

"Who is it?"

"The one who wants you dead!"

Accompanied by an extremely cold voice, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

The scarred man's pupils shrank instantly, because he felt the boiling blood in the man's body.

"Quick, rush up and kill him!"

The scarred man immediately roared, commanding his men and the refugees to rush forward, and he turned and ran.

But how could Zhao Ya let him go?

He raised his knife and slashed, and wherever he passed, these people were neatly harvested like wheat ears under a sickle.

Without any obstacles at all, he rushed to the front of the scarred man and slashed him diagonally.

The scarred man, who was running at full speed, suddenly felt his legs lighten, and then the whole person fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Looking back, he saw that his two legs were standing right in front of him.

The scarred man realized that his two legs were cut off, and he couldn't help but roar again.

"Ahhhhhh spare my life, spare my life!"

Although he said so, his only remaining hand still quietly grasped the short knife at his waist, intending to launch a surprise attack when the man in black came close.

But soon his plan failed.

How could his tricks be hidden from Zhao Ya? Zhao Ya kicked him on the arm, and the short knife fell to the ground with a clang.

Then Zhao Ya reached out and grabbed his arm and twisted it violently.

With a burst of crackling noises, the scarred man's arm was twisted off by Zhao Ya.

The scarred man almost fainted from the pain.

But Zhao Ya still did not vent his anger.

He had seen the scene just now, especially the miserable state of the woman, which made Zhao Ya even more shocked.

So Zhao Ya would naturally not be polite to the instigator.

"Is the pancake delicious?" Zhao Ya asked coldly.

The scarred man then understood why this sudden killer came, and his heart was filled with regret.

If he knew that this result would be like this, he would never touch that woman.

But now that things have come to this point, it is too late to say anything.

The scarred man was also aroused and grinned.

"It's delicious, absolutely delicious, but it's not as delicious as meat!"

After saying that, the scarred man looked at Zhao Ya with a provocative look, hoping to anger this man and make him kill him quickly.

Sure enough, the scarred man noticed the flash of anger in the eyes of the black-clothed man in front of him.

But this anger was quickly hidden, and then Zhao Ya laughed.

"It seems that you like to eat meat!"

"Yes, I especially like to eat meat. I have eaten no less than 20 or 30 pieces during this period. The taste... Tsk tsk, it's even more fragrant than mutton."

Zhao Ya nodded, "In that case, then I will let you eat enough!"

Zhao Ya picked up the big pot on the stove and came to the scarred man.

"You... what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Don't you want to eat meat? I'll feed you now!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Ya began to pour hot soup on the scarred man.

The scarred man roared in pain, and first cursed Zhao Ya loudly, then turned into a low begging, but soon he could not speak, and could only moan unconsciously.

When the soup was finished, the scarred man was deader than dead.

Zhao Ya threw away the pot in his hand and turned to the woman.

At this time, the woman was still breathing weakly, especially when she saw Zhao Ya's figure, her eyes seemed to be brighter.

Zhao Ya was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "The person who killed your child is dead."

The woman suddenly became excited, and a hoarse sound came out of her throat, and tears kept flowing.

Zhao Ya understood what the woman meant, she wanted to be free.

So Zhao Ya nodded.

"Close your eyes!"

The woman closed her eyes as he said, and Zhao Ya stabbed her throat with a knife.

The woman's body stiffened, then she slowly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she was smiling.

Zhao Ya drew his sword and turned around, looking at the rest of the refugees.

No one dared to look up wherever his eyes went.

The tragic death of the scarred man just now had completely frightened these people.

Zhao Ya thought that he would kill all the people present in anger, but looking at these skinny people with wounds all over their bodies, Zhao Ya suddenly felt that it was meaningless.