The Lost Tomb : The Southern Archives Mysteries

Chapter 17: Despicable Plague God

The sailor looked back at his accomplices, winked, and they all moved to surround Zhang Haiyan with their daggers raised. 　　

Zhang Haiyan counted the number of sailors and found that there were seven of them. For this kind of small barge, seven was a large number.

I can't kill them. I can't cause a panic again. In addition, if I kill them all, this boat will never set off, and then I might affect a lot of people's lives.

But the other party obviously didn't want to let him go, and started surrounding him in a half circle.

"Killing Chinese passengers on a ship. Aren't you afraid of being pestered by the plague god?" Zhang Haiyan asked with a smile.

Back then, they killed the sailors who killed Chinese people at sea. For a long time, the Chinese on this route gained some sort of respect. But as the murders decreased, their missions had also decreased, so their reputations seemed to have gradually faded.

"The plague god isn't that well informed and this person doesn't have any companions. In this corner, no one will see him getting killed." The leading sailor was a man with an Indian-style cloth wrapped around his head. Zhang Haiyan listened as he continued, "I'm afraid it's the same for you. Since you've witnessed the scene, I guess we'll have to kill you, too."

Now Zhang Haiyan understood why there were so many sailors. They're obviously in a group, and even came to the toilet to kill someone. It seems that my reputation is still lingering here. This young man should be on the boat alone without relatives, so they targeted him.

He looked at the silver coins and thought to himself, he's quite rich despite being so young.

The sailors surrounding him were getting closer and closer. These people had been working on the water for a long time, so they were quite observant. They saw that this young man looked calm even though he was drenched and seemed a little absent-minded. As a result, they didn't dare move forward rashly.

Zhang Haiyan calculated the time. After a while, the police would definitely board the boat to investigate. To be on the safe side, he couldn't let things get any more out of control, so he decided to solve the problem quickly. He sneered before suddenly stepping forward, falling to his knees, and saying to the sailors, "Masters, please have mercy on us."

The sailors were startled and took a step back. Zhang Haiyan took out a roll of money from his pocket and offered it up with both hands. "This person is my cousin, and there are only two of us left in our family. If we both die, our family will have no descendants. Take the silver coins and the money. We promise not to tell a soul about it. Please have mercy on our cheap lives."

When the sailors looked at each other, Zhang Haiyan continued, "It's not robbery. We're giving you the money out of respect. You don't need to be afraid that the plague god will find out about it. Now that the plague is running rampant, you don't want to be condemned by the heavens, right?! We're all just trying to make a living."

Zhang Haiyan's eyes became red and watery as he spoke. The leading sailor frowned, took the money, and flipped through it. It wasn't a small amount, so he smiled and said, "Little brother, you're quite talented. You're not like those who want money but don't want their lives. You know that you have to worship a mountain when you see one."　　

As Zhang Haiyan nodded flatteringly, the leading sailor winked at the people behind him. They didn't want to kill people and cause trouble, either. They released their hold on He Jianxi, who started coughing after being painfully strangled.

The sailor patted Zhang Haiyan. "My name is Er Erlong. You can call me Brother Long. I will protect you on this boat. The money will be handed over to the brothers." With that said, he turned around. "Give them a single room. Our ladies are theirs. They can pick whoever they want."