Chapter 3747 Slaughter in This So-Called Peaceful Place

Artai wiped away his tears, took off his coat, and wrapped the baby boy up.

After walking a few steps, I met Huitong, the abbot of Fahua Temple.

Huitong saw him appear with a sinister look on his face and couldn't help but take a step back and said calmly: "It turns out to be Young Master Wei."

Artai stopped, looked at him for a moment, and said coldly: "Who did I know? It turned out to be the master in charge. My whole family suffered such a disaster today, and I think it is thanks to the master's 'help'."

Huitong said hurriedly: "Young Master, this is absolutely not the case..."

"You are a stinky bald ass who talks about benevolence, justice and morality. My father regarded you as a close friend, but you betrayed him!" Atai thought of the tragic death of his father and second sister, his eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed Huitong's neck, Finger force.

Huitong struggled in fear: "Young master, what are you doing... Your family's affairs have nothing to do with poverty and hatred!"

"You don't need to quibble, I'm going to kill you."

"In this quiet place, you won't be afraid of killing someone..."

"You damn monk, go back and look at the corpses and blood all over the room!" Artest pinched his neck, pointed at the wall, and slammed into it.

Huitong screamed, his vision went black, he vomited, and almost instantly became incontinent.

"No, don't kill me..."

Huitong's bones softened and he knelt on the ground, his plump face full of wrinkles and tears, "Please, spare me... It was not my intention to betray your family. I was also forced by the Nanping County Prince's Palace... If not In this way, the Prince of Nanping County will massacre more than a hundred people from Fahua Temple..."

Artai grinned, showing his sharp teeth: "Do you think that I, Wei Jintai, can't kill all the 100 people in your Fahua Temple?"

Huitong felt a chill in his heart.

"Go to Abi Hell and wait for your disciples and grandchildren! I will send them to see you soon!"

Artai exerted force with his five fingers and clicked.

He pinched Huitong's neck.

Seeing Huitong like a puddle of mud, Atai let go of his hand and turned around.

When several young monks saw this scene, they were so frightened that they screamed and ran away.

Artai held the baby boy in his left hand, drew his sword with his right hand, and rushed towards them——

When the twenty-ninth person was killed, the baby boy in his arms let out a pitiful and weak cry.

Artest, who was covered in blood, was woken up. He looked at the corpses on the ground and shook his hands.

The sword fell to the ground.

Holding the baby boy in his arms, he rode away on horseback.

When he found a hospital, he put all the money and valuables he had in front of the doctor and said in a hoarse voice: "Take care of this child and take care of him."

The doctor saw that he was covered in blood and said tremblingly: "You, do you want to treat the injury..."

Artai ignored it, looked down at the swaddled baby boy, put him into the doctor's arms, turned around and strode away.

"Sir!" the doctor shouted while holding the child.

Artai mounted his horse, turned around, and said expressionlessly: "Mr. Zhong, I heard that you and your wife have been married for many years and have nothing to do, so I will give this child to you!"

"Ah?" The doctor was stunned.

"Thank you!" After Artai said, he put his feet into the horse's belly and rode away.

Despite the confusion, sadness and fear, Artest still thought about the future for the baby boy.

If the Prince of Nanping County rebels, the Wei family will inevitably be implicated. Even if the imperial court was lenient, he would never end well after killing so many people just now.

He could not take care of this newly born child. Wei Heng and Wu Liu'er were both dead. It was not clear what happened to his sister Hongluan.