Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 553: They were all fucked by pigs

A bright moon rises above the East China Sea, illuminating the sea with sparkling waves. The sea looks toward a huge beast, dormant at the foot of the mountain, staring at Huiying Academy with eager eyes.

Yu Qinghuan asked Ah Liu, Qingniao and Jinqiao to guard Mr. Feng. Four secret guards guarded outside the thatched cottage while she lurked nearby.

When the moon reached its peak, the lights in the academy were turned off and there was silence.

Dozens of men in black rushed over quickly. When they approached Huiying Academy, they quietly formed an encirclement. They jumped over the walls of the academy one by one and entered the academy quietly, as if they were looking for Mr. Feng.

They had only one goal, and that was to kill Mr. Feng without anyone noticing. It would be too eye-catching if all those students were on the assassination list and silenced.

But they didn't know that the academy had been prepared for it. Their idea of ​​taking Mr. Feng's life without wanting to alarm anyone was impossible.

"Who is it?!" the senior brother who was watching the night shouted, and rushed forward with his sword in hand, "Why did you break into our Huiying Academy at night?"

The assassin's whereabouts were exposed by the loud shouting, and he wanted to stop the loss in time. Before alerting everyone, he chopped down the sour scholar who was whining. Several people gathered around and chopped with their swords.

Unexpectedly, the scholar could actually do martial arts. He held a sword flower in his hand to block the chopped knife. In a flash of light, the scholar's sword killed several people.

"Dong dong dong..." At this time, another scholar on night watch noticed the movement here, knocked the gong in his hand, and shouted, "The assassin is coming, the assassin is coming!"

Before the approaching assassin could figure out why the little scholar holding the gong shouted like this, the dark thatched cottages had already lit up one after another.

The assassins quickly communicated with their eyes, as if to say.

"Huh? These scholars are not afraid of death?"

"They seem to be waiting for us, huh?"

No matter what the assassins thought, their figures were now exposed in the light, densely packed and spread out like black waves around Huiying Academy.

All the thatched cottages were brightly lit, but there was no sound, as if the people inside were dead, so quiet.

Even the scholar holding the sword and the scholar holding the gong disappeared, and they didn't know which thatched cottage they had gone to.

The surroundings were so quiet that the assassins were wondering what medicine these sour scholars were selling. They originally thought that the scholars were powerless, but the corpses on the ground reminded them that this was not the case.

Could it be that the people in the academy already knew their intentions and made preparations in advance?
Are all people like that scholar just now, with martial arts superior to them?
The more he thought about it, the more the assassin's heart beat, and the slower he got into position and approached the thatched cottage.

Just when they heard the sound of their hearts pounding like a drum, the scholar who had just held the gong suddenly appeared on the roof. He struck the gong and shouted: "Here comes the man, let the pigs go!"

The assassin quickly threw the dart at him, but wherever he was on the roof, he was gone.

pig?
What pig?

The assassin's head was full of questions.

Just when they thought they were vicious dogs, a group of chubby pigs, dragging their heavy bellies, rushed towards them as fast as possible.

The assassin didn't know how powerful the pig was, so he kicked it and tried to knock the pig away. As a result, the pig, which weighed several hundred kilograms, only slightly deviated from its direction. The assassin who kicked it hard injured one of his legs.

Some assassins who underestimated the enemy did not evade in a hurry, but were kicked hard by the fat pig. Either their legs were broken, or they flew out and were trampled by the pigs. The scene was horrific.

At this moment, the gong sounded again, and the scholar appeared on the roof. He shouted: "Throw the bottle!"

The assassins had question marks on their faces again. While avoiding the pigs scurrying around, some assassins were preparing to rush onto the roof.

The windows were opened at the same time, and bottles and cans were thrown out. Looking at the bottle that fell in a parabola as soon as it was lifted into the air, the assassin didn't take it seriously. In his heart, he laughed at the little scholar who was so poor that he had nothing to do except herd pigs.However, just when the bottles touched their bodies and the juice/liquid powder inside spilled out, their expressions suddenly changed.

With a clanking sound and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, more than a dozen men in black were thrown to the ground, unable to move. They were howling under the weight of the pigs scurrying back and forth.

That damn little scholar appeared on the roof again. At this time, he struck the gong and shouted: "Honey bombs, get ready!"

The windows of the thatched cottage were all closed, and pebbles flew out from various gaps, hitting everywhere.

At the same time, buzzing sounds were heard everywhere, as if thousands of bees were flapping their wings and flying over from all directions.

"Ah!" The assassin screamed and slashed at the void.

The gong sounded again, and the little scholar shouted: "Pick up your sword and fight with them!"

Several scholars jumped out with swords in hand and fought with the assassins. They were smeared with insect repellent and the bees were not allowed to come near them.

This little scholar was none other than Yu Qinghuan. She threw down the gong, took out an inch-long short whistle, and blew the beast-taming note, causing Huihui and Pearl to rush out quickly.

The smell of blood filled the air, and there was a sickening sweetness in the air. One after another, the men in black fell down. Soon, there were no assassins left standing. Dozens of them were all knocked down, dead and wounded.

The scholars in the room were overjoyed: "Solved! We won!"

Unexpectedly, the scholar picked up the gong again and shouted: "There are still fish that have slipped through the net. They are preparing to attack with fire! Those who are good at it will stand on the roof to catch the arrows!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gripped the dagger first and flew into the forest at an incredible speed. In front of her, two furry little guys flew past.

Dots of stars ignited in the forest, and the flaming arrows were intercepted and extinguished by one person and two beasts before they were about to be shot out. Even if there were arrows that slipped through the net and were too late to stop them, they were still held in the hands of those scholars with high kung fu skills.

The assassins who were preparing to attack with fire were all killed, but the next wave of poison attacks began again.

In the southeast corner, several secret guards lit a fire, and a strange wisp of black smoke rose up, was blown away by the wind, and drifted in the direction of the academy.

The flying bees smelled the smell of smoke and fell down one after another, while the scurrying pigs also fell to the ground, their legs twitched and stopped moving.

"Put on the bamboo charcoal masks!" Yu Qinghuan shouted, taking out a piece of cloth from the bottom of his sleeves and covering his face. The cloth was made of two pieces of cloth sewn together, with a gap in the middle filled with bamboo charcoal powder, which can block a large amount of poison. Smoke is inhaled.

Yu Qinghuan hurried to the southeast corner. When the assassins saw her, they rushed up with swords in hand.

Mingzhu and Huihui were intoxicated by the poisonous smoke filling the air, swaying and losing the ability to attack.

There were about five or six assassins. Yu Qinghuan was not good at martial arts, so she could not confront them head-on, so she could only fight and retreat.

The southeast corner was relatively hidden, and those scholars who knew martial arts couldn't find it for a while. Yu Qinghuan fell into a hard battle alone.

Mr. Feng in the room said: "Lu Chuan, Lu Hao, the smoke is coming from the southeast. Go to the southeast corner and extinguish the source."

The blue bird and the golden bird hesitated: "But sir, you..."

Mr. Feng’s tone left no room for doubt: “Go quickly!”

The blue bird and the golden bird left, leaving Ah Liu alone.

At this moment, the window was broken open, and several assassins rushed into the house, slashing at Mr. Feng with their knives.

(End of this chapter)