Chapter 249 (1/2)

”It's Lord Weikang!”

Compared with Wei Meng, who is opposite Wei Kang day and night, it is inevitable that others will be slower to recognize Wei Kang with only one head, but the shock to them is more obvious. In the eyes of ordinary mountain people or an ordinary garrison soldier, Wei Kang, the head of the twelve guards, is already a big man in the top. But now, he had only one head left, which was hung on the north exit.

The soldiers of the garrison obeyed the commander's order and tried to separate the gathered mountain people. But while they were carrying out the order, they couldn't help peeping at the contents of the cloth and talking while the officer wasn't paying attention.

”Another one!”

This word has become a sentence with the highest probability of occurrence. Even if many people don't say it, it clearly means this in their eyes.

This kind of scene, this kind of scene, has been staged all over xiafeng district since the Nightingale organization appeared more than three years ago. From the remote border town to xiafeng City, the main city of xiafeng District, one villain after another was punished by them and displayed in public.

The black words on the white cloth list the crimes of these villains. The Nightingale has become the embodiment of justice in the eyes of many mountain people.

”Scattered, scattered!!” The guard at the north exit kept drinking and scolding the crowd. However, the crowd not only did not disperse, but also tended to gather more and more.

Weikang, it's Weikang! Weikang was killed by the nightingale.

The news is spreading fast, much faster than the spies sent by Wei Meng to deliver the letter. The disposal of such a big man pushed people's expectation of Nightingale to a new height.

The crowd could not be evacuated for a long time. The soldiers of the garrison were even crowded out of the crowd. They watched Weikang's head continue to hang there. They watched the white cloth list many shameful acts of Weikang, but they couldn't deal with them at all.

”Block the intersection for me! Don't let anyone come over again! Spread out, let them all spread out! ” The guard directed his subordinates in a rage, but with little effect. The garrison soldiers standing at the north exit are simply not enough to cope with the enthusiasm of the mountain people that was ignited at this moment.

”Waste!” A shout of reprimand came into the guard's ear.

”Who?” The anxious guard subconsciously roared, but looking around, he couldn't see who was talking to him.

”Those who disobey orders, kill!” The voice came again. The guard still couldn't find who was talking, but he had realized some possibility.

I only heard the sound, but I didn't see the person. This is obviously using the power to transmit sound. Among the twelve guards, one is an expert in the spirit of Ming.

Lord Wei Meng?

The guard subconsciously shrunk his head. The twelve guards have no official position, but their power is far superior to those lower level officials. Realizing that the ”waste” might be Wei Meng's evaluation of him, the guard's face was even more sad than before. At this time, where else would he take into account? He immediately frantically issued instructions from Yu Weimeng.