The Peddler suddenly appeared, frightening Yu Zhuo so badly his whole body went weak, and he nearly fell off Bu Pan.
"Be careful. Bu Pan is so high—don't you dare fall!" The Peddler grabbed Yu Zhuo and steadied him.
Yu Zhuo wanted to call for help, but the Peddler took a shaving of elm wood from his robes.
Wood shavings were a byproduct of carpentry. They were generally used to start fires and could also be made into particleboard. Elm Wood Shavings were rich in glue; after being soaked in water, they could be used as hair gel for styling, so shavings counted among miscellaneous goods.
The Peddler used the wet shaving to tidy Yu Zhuo's hair, then used its edge to chop off Yu Zhuo's head.
The guards atop the zither carriage stared in dumbfounded shock, yet not one stepped forward to protect Yu Zhuo. An invisible force had pinned them in place.
Sun Tiecheng, carrying a cloth sack on his back, squatted behind Yu Zhuo with both hands tucked into his sleeves. He wept bitterly. "You're so cruel! What are you doing? You killed the man, and you're still worried he might fall? Look at how well those two brothers were getting along, then you went and got their big brother killed! What are those two supposed to do now?"
The head on the left, Lian Xian, and the head on the right, He Shun, both turned to look at the Peddler.
A great cloud of dust fell from the air. The Peddler held the shaving and smoothed Lian Xian and He Shun's hair as well. "Go see where your big brother has gone."
Whoosh!
With another flick of his hand, the Peddler sent those two heads falling as well.
Sun Tiecheng cried even more miserably. "You're really