Water Margin: Did we kill Zheng Tu today?

Chapter 109 My Wife

"Today I'll start by skinning you alive!"

Sun Erniang shouted fiercely, bare-chested and wielding two sharp knives, she slashed at Zheng Tu like a tiger pouncing on its prey!

At the same time, the two fat, stupid men, Xiao Er and Xiao San, also let out strange cries and pounced on the front left and right, their skinning knives and bone-chopping knives flashing coldly.

The three men surrounded and killed Zheng Tu, effectively blocking all his escape routes, leaving him with no way to avoid the attack.

Zheng Tu was so frightened that he didn't move an inch until the three knives were about to reach him, at which point he suddenly swayed.

With his current eyesight, he could easily spot the subtle flaws in the three-person encirclement.

The two fat men charged forward too aggressively, while the third man was a moment too slow. Although Sun Erniang's twin swords were sharp, she made a mistake due to extreme anger.

Finding a gap, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and slid out like an eel!

This evasion was flawless!

He passed right through the gaps in the three men's flashing blades, not only unharmed but also using the momentum to escape the encirclement.

Sun Erniang's twin swords missed their mark, and her body lurched forward due to the momentum of her charge.

Just as the woman was still struggling to keep up her momentum, Zheng Tu flashed behind her like lightning!

His left hand locked her neck from behind like an iron hoop, while his right hand flashed twice quickly.

"Snap! Snap!"

With two crisp cracks, the joints of her two arms were dislocated in the blink of an eye!

Sun Erniang's two once strong and muscular arms went limp and fell to the ground, unable to muster any strength.

Two sharp knives clattered to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive positions on the field had shifted!

Zheng Tu has now restrained Sun Erniang, and one of his tangled arms is firmly locked around her throat.

With just a little force, the woman's neck snapped like a straw in an instant!

His movements were so fast that Sun Erniang only saw a blur before her eyes and was momentarily stunned before she became fish on his chopping board.

It wasn't until the excruciating pain of dislocated arms came over her that she suddenly realized what was happening!

His neck was mercilessly squeezed by the towering muscles of that iron arm, his trachea was blocked, and he gradually found it difficult to breathe.

The feeling of being on the verge of death surged into my mind like a tidal wave! It instantly overwhelmed all my fierce energy.

Only then did Sun Erniang truly feel fear.

She's going to die! She really is going to die!

The moment this thought arose, his mind went completely blank. He couldn't care less about chivalry or the reputation of being a shrew; all that remained was the most despicable survival instinct. He began to howl like a pig, utterly suicidal.

"Ugh—!!"

The sound was sharp and piercing; it was no longer as composed as usual, and it was extremely unpleasant to hear!

The two fat men were even more stunned, feeling as if the man had vanished in the blink of an eye.

When she saw him again, her beloved eldest daughter, Sun Erniang, was screaming in agony in his hands.

The two brothers were dull-witted and found it difficult to understand this change.

Seeing Sun Erniang in such a miserable state, he immediately panicked.

They looked at each other in bewilderment, but could not think of any way to help. They simply took two quick steps forward with their knives, ready to rescue him.

Seeing this, Zheng Tu shouted at the two men, "Stop!"

As he spoke, he applied a little more force to his arm.

Sun Erniang suddenly struggled to breathe, her face flushed red, and she rolled her eyes back in pain.

The two fat men, Xiao Er and Xiao San, were startled by Zheng Tu's loud shout and, seeing Sun Erniang in such pain, immediately stopped and dared not go any further.

The two men exchanged a glance, at a loss for what to do, and could only stare intently at the thief with their two bull-like eyes.

Zheng Tu was very satisfied with their current reaction and admired how obedient they were.

Sun Erniang finally recovered some of her strength, her fear subsided somewhat, and she regained a little of her senses. She pleaded in a trembling voice, "Good...good man...please spare me..."

The tangled arm was locked around her neck like an iron chain, from which she could not break free.

Having experienced that before, she no longer dared to struggle easily.

Zheng Tu smiled slightly upon hearing how obedient the shrew had become.

His gaze swept over the two fat men, then he looked down at the body trembling with fear in his arms.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Tell those two brothers to throw their knives on the ground and kick them over here."

Upon hearing this, the female demon was unwilling.

If the second and third brothers were to remove their knives, they would be able to easily deal with this thieving man!

When the time comes, we'll be at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board. What good will come of it?

Her eyes darted around, and she was about to bargain when she suddenly felt a tightness around her neck, and her vision went black and she couldn't breathe!

Such pain is unbearable for an ordinary person.

Moreover, although she was a shrew, she was still a woman after all.

Sun Erniang mustered her last breath and immediately yelled hoarsely at the two fat men, "Waiter... San... throw away the knife... kick it over here..."

The two fat men were staring blankly at Sun Erniang's white flesh.

The woman had taken off her outer garment to prevent blood from splattering on her clothes during the fight.

At this moment, his arms hung limply, which benefited the two fools.

Even the waiter knows what it's like.

The mistress stared wide-eyed, drool practically dripping from her mouth, completely oblivious to everything else.

Seeing this, Zheng Tu increased the force in his hand.

Sun Erniang winced in pain and cursed, "You two idiots! Look again... and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Hearing Sun Erniang's shouts, the two of them snapped out of their daze.

The waiter was the first to come to his senses. After hesitating for a moment, he threw the two cleavers in his hand on the ground and kicked Zheng Tu with his foot.

The mistress was still in a daze when the second mistress pushed her, and she hurriedly threw the knife away and kicked it out.

The three knives slid down to Zheng Tu's feet.

Just then, a noise came from outside the door.

It sounded like someone had put down a heavy object, followed by hurried footsteps approaching.

The four people inside the room, with eight pairs of eyes, all looked towards the door.

A man carrying a load of firewood was seen resting at the doorway. Peeking inside, he stumbled upon Zheng Tu holding Sun Erniang, while Xiao Er and Xiao San stared at each other in bewilderment.

The man's face changed drastically. He immediately threw down his bundle of firewood, strode in, and shouted, "Hero, please calm down! Hero, please calm down! Please forgive me! I have something to say, please listen to me!"

Zheng Tu used his iron arm to firmly lock Sun Erniang's neck, protecting her in front of him.

He sized up the newcomer and smiled, "Just say you've come, and I'll hear what you have to say."

But what did the newcomer look like?

He wore a blue gauze face mask, a white cloth shirt, knee pads, and hemp shoes, with a sack tied around his waist; he had a face with three prominent jawbones, a few wispy whiskers, and was nearly thirty-five or thirty-six years old.

Zheng Tu knew that this man must be the husband of the shrew Sun Erniang, known in the martial arts world as Zhang Qing of the Vegetable Garden.

Seeing that Zheng Tu's arms were still firmly locked around his wife Sun Erniang's neck, Zhang Qing dared not move. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, bowed, and said, "May I ask your honorable name, sir?"

As he spoke, his eyes quickly swept over Xiao Er and Xiao San on the field, then looked at Sun Er Niang, whose arms were dislocated and whose face was pale. A hint of pain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.