Supreme Emperor of Swords-Novel

Chapter 243 At the Sight of Injustice

Ding Hao felt that he was walking through the scenes of ancient costume dramas in his previous life and suddenly he had an illusion of time and space travel.

Walking in the crowd, Ding Hao’s dusty temperament and the divine steed of a white horse attracted a lot of attention.

“Elder, have a bowl of noodles, please.” Ding Hao chose a slightly cleaner snack stand, tied “Lion-dragon Beast of Snow Province” to a horse post, and greeted the boss.

The owners of the stall were a pair of white-haired elderly couples around the age of 60. The elder man’s back was slightly hunched, but he was hale and hearty, rosy-cheeked, greeting guests, and the old woman cooked noodles quickly. The two were dressed simply, and they were obviously not rich, but they looked very satisfied. The old man helped the old woman wipe sweat from time to time, which made people envious.

The stall was wreathed in thick fragrance, and there were many guests. It was along with the fragrance that Ding Hao found this stall.

“All right, young man, your noodle is coming,” the old man said in a long tone. He then placed a bowl of noodles with good color, smell, and taste in front of Ding Hao. It was steaming hot. In such a snowy winter day, it instantly gave people a kind of warmth.

The smell of the noodle whetted Ding Hao’s appetite. His nose twitched. As he was about to eat, all of a sudden, there was a swallow saliva voice.

He turned and saw a dressed tattered child, standing next to the stall. The child’s dark and big round eyes were wide open. The youngster enviously stared at the bowl of noodles in front of Ding Hao.

The child was emaciated, obviously undernourished, wearing clothes that had been mended many times. There were so many patches on the clothes that it was hard to recognize what it looked like originally. This youngster was covered in mud and his hands were blue with cold. He looked extremely poor. He was obviously hungry for a long time and looked a little dazed.

There were five or six adults standing beside the child. They were all malnourished, sallow and emaciated, dressed in rags, and out of tune with the noisy atmosphere in the night market. They all looked embarrassed and shy. Perhaps they came over because of the smell of the noodle and could not help swallowing saliva.

“Daddy, I’m hungry...” the child whispered.

The voice was crisp and melodious like the sound of an oriole. The child was actually a girl, but she was unkempt and looked like a boy because of malnutrition and dysplasia.

The man who was called father was a middle-aged man who looked in his early 30s. He was about 1.8 meters tall but skinny. His lips were blue. Maybe he was too hungry; his body is a little quivering. When he heard his daughter’s words, he looked embarrassed and looked into his own arms and then shook his head somberly. He touched the little girl’s forehead and said, “Xuer, please bear with me a little longer, and daddy will help you find something to eat...”

While he was saying, he was also looking around. When he saw there were leftovers, he would muster his courage to ask for some, but every time people would order this beggar to stay away. The moment he walked over from a distance, some vendors disgustedly waved and told him to f*ck off.

“F*cking beggars, stealing my food, do you want to die?”

A burly young fighter stood up and shouted. He waved his hand and the little girl’s father was floored. It was just because the middle-aged man wanted to pour a little soup this fighter had eaten to his daughter.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground and knocked heavily. Blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

The other companions quickly lifted the middle-aged man up. They were angry and sad but they dared not say anything.

The little girl rushed to her father in panic, and crystal tears trickled down. She cried, “Daddy, daddy, Xuer is not hungry. Xuer is not hungry at all...”

Seeing this, Ding Hao sighed in his heart.

In essence, Land of Infinity was a cold world under the law of the jungle prevails. The prosperity of night markets could not cover up the tragedy of the weak. Bullying always happened everywhere. Somehow, Ding Hao’s originally good mood was completely destroyed by this scene.

“D*mn, you’ve taken my stuff. Are you going to leave like that? Stop and pay for it!” The young warrior was very aggressive and fierce just because a little soup left at the bottom of the bowl. He was asking 10 taels of silver from the little girl’s father.

“I, I don’t have any money, sir, I dare not...” The middle-aged man was scared trembling.

“You have no money? What is in your arms?” The young warrior smiled darkly and grabbed the middle-aged man’s arms. The middle-aged man did not master martial arts, so he could not avoid that man’s grabbing. His shabby coat was grabbed and tore up. Several silver ingots rolled out.

“No, please, this is the last money our village people gave us. We need to use it to hire guard fighters...” The middle-aged people crazily rushed over, trying to take back the money, and his fellows were nasty at this time, desperate to come over and surrounded the young fighter in the middle.

“Haha, hicks, do you want to beat me together?” The young man sneered and patted the table.

Clang!

A dozen strong men stood up. They were all warriors, carrying weapons, ferocious expressions. Their breath was powerful. At first glance, they must be the wandering fighters who had killed people. They sneered and surrounded the eight beggars in the middle.

“You... I...” The middle-aged group was frightened and begged, “Masters, please, this silver is really life-saving money. The guardian fighters in our village are missing. We have to use it to employ some new guardian fighters. Without the guardian fighters, hundreds of people in the village will not survive this winter!”

“I don’t care whether your villagers are going to die or not. You touched my food, and then you should pay for it. Hurry up! Killing you will be as easy as killing a dog!” The young warrior smiled grimly and showed no sympathy at all.

The eyes of those poor men were full of despair.

Ding Hao sighed. He did not move and just waved his hand. An invisible force gushed out.

The young warrior only felt that his hand suddenly lightened. The silver he held flew out and turned into a string of silver streamers, which fell into Ding Hao’s hand three or four meters away.

“Don’t be so mean. What they want is just some food. Why do you have to kill them all?” said Ding Hao without turning his head. At the same time, he put the silver on the table in front of him.

“You f*ucking... little b*stard, what are you? I’m Wen Xin, Running Thunder Sword. Are you going to interfere with this?” The young man was very angry and told Ding Hao his name, which seemed to be famous at this place because the people around gasped when they heard the name.