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The Village Chief let out a blood-curdling screech like a pig being butchered. It was as if his throat was trembling.

Liu Qing did not hesitate as he grabbed the village chief's wrist with one hand, took a step forward, and used his other hand to hit the village chief in the face.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of sounds, seemingly produced from his bones being struck, rang out. The village chief's voice had already become unclear, and his face was covered in blood.

At this moment, my heart trembled even more. If I did not have the strength to stand up, I would have already rushed forward to stop Liu Qing.

After all, how could the body of the village chief endure such tormenting? If this continued, he would probably be beaten to death by Liu Qing.

The village chief deserved to die, but he shouldn't have died in Liu Qing's hands.

After Liu Qing punched down a few times, he suddenly let go of the hand. The village head retreated a few steps and laid on the ground, gasping for breath.

But at almost the same time, Liu Qing rushed forward again. From the looks of it, he seemed to want to attack again.

This time, the village chief was really scared. He was not brave to begin with, and when he collected the corpse of his foster father that day, he could already see that.

Facing the threat of death, even though he had already been beaten to such a state, his body still couldn't help but tremble.

He quickly kneeled on the ground:

"Liu Qing, right? Brother Liu Qing, look at how your father and I still had a good relationship when we were alive, please leave me with a chance to live.

At my age, let me live a few more years.

I'm sorry …

Before he could finish his sentence, Liu Qing did not give him a chance. He rushed forward and without a word, pressed the Village Chief onto the ground.

His fist, which was not too big, seemed to have unlimited strength as it smashed down on the village chief's head.

With each hit, a loud sound was produced, and the cultivator's expression didn't change. It was as if he had just hit a sandbag.

Fresh blood splattered everywhere. That face of his was so distorted that it seemed as if he had been slapped by Chu Feng. However, the Village Chief's breathing had also decreased.

"Bang!" "Bam!"

Every knock seemed to come from the depths of hell.

I broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly remembered that Liu Qing had said on the night his father died that he would kill the culprit.

I thought his tone sounded like a street hooligan bragging, but now, I'm finally able to look him straight in the eye.

He seemed to be a sloppy person, perhaps he was a very serious person …

"You can't kill people!"

I sat on the ground. At this moment, the strength of the leaves seemed to have passed by a bit. Although I couldn't stand up yet, I was able to force out a few words.

But these four words, had no effect and instead caused Liu Qing to laugh:

"Don't be silly, the law is useless in a place like this!"

As he spoke, Liu Qing once again landed a heavy punch. After that, he stood up while panting, and stretched his shoulders.

There were still drops of blood dripping onto the fist. It was shocking when it landed on the ground.

At this moment, the village chief was completely dead. His face was completely distorted and he looked extremely disgusting.

After that, Liu Qing walked over with blood all over his body and an evil smile on his face. He walked towards me as if he was a ghost that had just walked out of hell.

Seeing Liu Qing approach towards me like this, I felt chills go up my spine, especially when I saw the direction of Liu Qing's gaze … It was rather strange.

Every time I saw that look, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Especially now that I don't have the ability to move...

Liu Qing chuckled as he walked over. He squatted down and helped me button my shirt.

Looking at my terrified eyes, he said:

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Looking at your chest, I don't even know if you're a man or a woman."

With that, Liu Qing hugged Lingling with one hand and helped me up. This time, we directly opened the already broken entrance to the warehouse and walked out.

The Village Chief chose this time because it was not a time for the villagers to come out. Although the warehouse was not located in a remote area, there were no passersby.

This also provides us with a lot of convenience, to avoid being seen by others, and to bring us disaster.

The Village Chief was killed by Liu Qing just like that, which gave me a surreal feeling.

And even if I saw the killing with my own eyes, I would still feel uncomfortable.

Furthermore, how could Liu Qing, who killed many people, be so calm and collected?

He could laugh when his father died, and he could still laugh when he killed someone.

Even if he could be said to be heartless, he shouldn't have reached such a level …

This person seemed to have never passed by before, but he also seemed to have always been very serious.

The Village Head's warehouse is not far from my house, which is why he chose it to commit the crime.

He took the two of us straight to the house and poured some cold water from the house on my face.

This made my head tingle, but at least I was able to speak.

"You actually killed someone …"

This was my first sentence after my consciousness had recovered a little.

I can't understand it. I can't accept it.

So far, although I have seen many deaths, the death caused by supernatural powers is not the same as the death caused by murder.

In a way, I think it might be worse.

"So be it. The day my dad died, I said I was going to kill him."

Liu Qing mumbled to himself before turning around to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"The medicine in your body will be gone in half an hour. I'll go walk around the village and see if there's anyone else you know."

With that, Liu Qing left.

I took a deep breath and tried to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

Although Liu Qing didn't say it, I understood what he meant. He walked around the village with his whole body covered in blood.

When people found the Village Head's corpse, they would turn their attention to him.

This way, some of those close to the village head would not suspect me.

Watching Liu Qing leave, I wanted to thank him, but the words that were just spoken felt like they were stuck in my throat.

My suspicions towards him were not completely dispelled. After all, whether it was wandering around the village or appearing in Aunt Zhang's home, all of them were extremely suspicious.

I was not a very expressive person. I felt grateful, but it was hard to say what I wanted to say. I just watched him leave.

After half an hour, my body slowly recovered and Lingling had more or less recovered.

She did not know about the Village Chief's death, so I simply told her about it, but I did not tell her that it was Liu Qing who killed the Village Chief.

This matter must be kept a secret, otherwise, it will harm Liu Qing, and it will also harm me.

That afternoon, the village was in an uproar. The village head was killed, and the person who killed him was a young man from a foreign village.

Not long after, another piece of news came out, saying that the killer was Liu Songxian's son who was carrying the coffin.

The village chief had died, and the entire village was in an uproar. But when Liu Songxian died, no one in the village even asked.

This point is very suspicious. Liu Songxian died in our village, so it is impossible for him to be pressed down like that. Furthermore, the hut he died in is filled with blood.

Why did it seem like the villagers had reached a consensus and no one was interested?

In the afternoon, I brought Lingling to Aunt Zhang's house once again.

At this time, the Aunt Zhang's grass grew even taller, but the interior of the house was still empty.

It gave off a sinister feeling.

I stood at the door, staring at the place where my foster father was hanging. My foster father and the Aunt Zhang were both hanging at the same place.

I tried my best to recall, to dig out, to look for, and to recall the appearance of the Aunt Zhang when she died from my blurry memories.

Aunt Zhang could be said to be the person who left the deepest impression on me over the years. After all, at that time was still young, and it was my first time seeing such a malevolent corpse.

Although it couldn't be said to be fresh in his memory, he definitely had an impression of her.

When he thought about it carefully, the way the two of them died, and even the way their eyes looked after their death, were all the same.

When the village chief reached out his hand to give me pointers, I suddenly thought of something.

Then this direction... Would there be a way out?

I stood where they had died, looked in that direction, and took a closer look at the location of their deaths.

Right now, as long as I am able to find a clue, I can't let it go. At this moment, I crease my eyebrows and find something amiss …