CH 490

As soon as the old woman died, the surrounding followers of the Fa Jiao woke up like they were in a dream, and scattered in panic towards the darkness outside the village.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and feces. Everyone stood still for a while before realizing that they had won.

The tension in their hearts was relieved, and many people collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. But soon, the sound of gasping was replaced by cries of fear and nauseating retching.

The others who came out of the Qingfeng Temple were fine. They had already adapted to many things along the way with Li Huowang.

Chun Xiaoman wiped the blood off her face and was about to say something when her body suddenly went weak and she fell to the ground, sweating profusely.

"It's nothing. The masters who came have left. This is what happens after being possessed by a god," she said.

When the children and Gao Zhijian saw that the others who had been possessed by gods were also like this, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Scholar, you're not good enough. Fortunately, I didn't learn these useless things that Li Shixiong gave me. I'm lucky," Gouwa proudly showed off the magic weapon in his hand.

"You little brat! This is just the simplest mantra! You're only worthy of comparing with this. If you have the guts, let's compare again when I learn the more powerful Er Ling Tu and San Ling Xiu!" Li Huowang retorted.

"Hey! Look at what you can do! Let's compare then! What's the point of gambling?"

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"Gouwa, are you done yet? Is this the time to mess around? Hurry up and help us to the main courtyard! Can't you see that Gao Zhijian is injured too?"

With the help of others, the people of Niuxin Village gathered again in the Bai family's main courtyard. To prevent another surprise attack, torches were hung on the walls, illuminating the entire courtyard.

Although they had won, the whole Niuxin Village was shrouded in a faint pain. The reason was simple: twelve bodies covered with white cloth were placed in the center of the hall.

Niuxin Village didn't have many people to begin with, and now twelve of them were dead. Even if they weren't friends, they were acquaintances who had exchanged a few words with others.

Lü Zhuangyuan, with a worried expression, smoked his dry tobacco. Two of the twelve dead were his new disciples, and one of them was the most talented one. What a pity.

"Why did this happen? Isn't Da Liangguo peaceful?" he asked.

"Those people are not Da Liangguo. They keep talking about 'Yu'er Shen, Yu'er Shen.' It seems like they have become superstitious about something," Chun Xiaoman said as she helped the children with their injuries.

"Yeah, I don't think they're from Da Liangguo either. I've seen bandits before, and they usually target the wealthy households in the village. They rush in, steal, and leave. They wouldn't attack the tenant farmers like this," a seasoned village soldier chimed in.

Lü Zhuangyuan tapped his dry tobacco on the pillar and took out some yellow tobacco from his tobacco pouch. "Why would they kill people when times are good? They must be full and bored."

"If you want to know why they targeted us, just ask them," Gouwa said as he walked in with something in his hand.

When the others approached, they were startled. This thing barely counted as a person, but its limbs and facial features were all twisted, making it look like a monster.

"How about that? Isn't my divine needle powerful? This person was paralyzed by my divine needle. He can't walk or die, so I brought him back to ask him clearly," Gouwa said.

A group of people surrounded him and looked at the thing in front of them, but no one spoke for a while.

"How do we ask? Li Shixiong is the best at interrogating, but he's not here now."

"I'll do it!" The thought of the dead Nan'er made Chun Xiaoman's anger rise, and she immediately picked up a bamboo broom from the corner of the wall and started beating the person in front of her.

After his deformed body was beaten black and blue, Chun Xiaoman stopped and fiercely interrogated, "Tell us! Why did you come to our village to kill people?"

"You bitch! If you have the ability, kill me! If you kill me, I can become a ghost of Yu'er Shen! I'll be the emperor in my next life! As for you stubborn people, you're only fit to be pigs and dogs, eating shit for the rest of your lives!" the Fa Jiao follower mocked with his mouth under his arm.

"Do you really think I won't dare?" Chun Xiaoman raised her sword and pressed it against his throat.

Faced with the mocking smile on the man's face, Chun Xiaoman's anger flared up. She couldn't help but want to kill him.

"Hey hey hey, you can't do this. Look at me instead," Gouwa said as he walked out.

When he came back, he was wearing Li Shixiong's clothes and holding a pile of knives of all sizes in his hands.

"Gouwa Shixiong, why are you wearing Li Shixiong's clothes? And why are you holding my pig-killing knife?" the child couldn't help but ask curiously."Stop the nonsense, just watch!" Gouwa squatted in front of him, coughed a few times, and spoke in the tone of Li Huowang: "I know you're not afraid of death, but what if life is worse than death?"

With that, he neatly laid out the knives one by one. There was a sharp knife for stabbing pig hearts, a hook for hanging pigs, a broad-backed cleaver for chopping bones, and a small knife for scraping pig hair.

Looking at these knives gleaming coldly, the man's eyes twitched, but he still shouted loudly: "Damn it! If you have the guts, kill me!!"

"Oh? Still got a tough mouth? Then where should we start?"

In the end, Gouwa's hand didn't grasp any of the knives, but instead picked up an ordinary thick hemp rope. "Hehe, didn't expect me to pick up a rope, did you? How about we use this as an appetizer for you?"

"This hemp rope is not silk or satin. It's very rough, oh, look at it, so rough." Gouwa said, rubbing the hemp rope hard against his body. The rubbed area immediately turned red.

"Wait a moment, I'll thread this thing through your crotch, pulling it slowly from left to right like a saw. This hemp rope is not a knife, it's rough, it will slowly grind your skin and flesh into a pulp, bit by bit, just like grinding ink."

As Gouwa spoke, fear gradually appeared in the man's eyes, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

"Oh, right, because it's threaded through your crotch."

As Gouwa vividly described with the thick hemp rope in hand, the man completely broke down, his face covered in snot and tears. His body was shaking like a sieve. "I'll talk! I'll talk!! I'll tell you everything! Please, just kill me!! Wuuu..."

Seeing this, Gouwa clapped his hands excitedly and turned around triumphantly, "Ha! How about that, see how capable I am!"

However, what he received was not the admiration and respect he imagined, but aversion and unease.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Hey, I didn't do anything, I was just imitating how Brother Li used to talk."

(End of Chapter)