Chapter 47: Both of You Must Die

As he spoke, Meng An kicked the figure's head with a 'thud, thud, thud', and the figure let out a painful wail.

Tian Shangfei hurriedly came over to stop him, "Hey, hey, hey! Old Meng! Old Meng! Don't kill him! The boss still has use for him!"

"Wait until he's done using him, then you can finish him off. I have some Rong Kingdom torture tools I got from a traveling merchant; they're very effective! We can play with them together then."

Meng An realized this and hurriedly cupped his fists toward Qin Jiang, "Boss, this dog thing made me busy all night, I couldn't control myself, otherwise I could have returned last night!"

Speaking of this, he was somewhat annoyed; it was all because of this dog thing that he hadn't been able to earn face in front of the boss!

He had guaranteed he would return last night! Qin Jiang smiled and looked at the figure on the ground; the man was bruised and swollen, his chin was shattered, and his teeth were almost all knocked out.

He turned and waved at Zheng Deyu. Zheng Deyu walked over, looking at the figure on the ground with gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot, wishing he could tear this guy apart alive!

"Did you see clearly? Is it Liu Ping'an?" Qin Jiang asked.

Zheng Deyu stared fixedly at the figure, his two rows of teeth trembling uncontrollably, "Yes! Even if I become a ghost, I won't forget him!"

"That's good."

Qin Jiang looked at the many villagers, "Since everyone is here today, consider it a witness; let's go to the mine together."

After saying this, he grabbed the hemp rope binding Liu Ping'an and dragged him toward the mine.

Before long, the villagers of Daliu Village and some villagers from nearby villages followed along to the mine.

The villagers who had caused trouble with the Village Chief yesterday were sitting on the ground where they were; they hadn't closed their eyes all night, and whenever they wanted to sleep, they would be woken up by the disciples of the Red Tiger Gang.

The Village Chief sat on the ground with a hunched body, his head thrust forward, and combined with his thin frame, he looked just like a vulture.

Qin Jiang didn't waste words; he drew his Black Water Blade and dragged Liu Ping'an toward the mine.

The Village Chief looked at Qin Jiang's figure, his gaze falling on the bound figure in his hand, and he instantly recognized that it was his own son.

"My lord! My lord! What are you doing?! What are you doing?!"

He screamed in terror, struggled to get up, and rushed straight toward Qin Jiang.

Bang! A Red Tiger Gang member raised his leg and kicked him, sending him straight to the ground, "Damn it! Behave yourself!"

He was also one of the gang members who had entered the cave with Qin Jiang yesterday, and he had long been subdued by the terrifying murderous aura Qin Jiang possessed.

Qin Jiang turned his head, tapped his head with the hilt of the Black Water Blade, and walked in front of the Village Chief, "Forgot about you; you come too."

Dragging the two into the mine, a bone-chilling cold surged out, far thicker than yesterday, and even the gang members guarding outside the mine couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Hiss~ Meng An rubbed his arms, looking into the mine with some worry; Qin Jiang's figure had already walked into the darkness.

"The boss won't have any accidents, right?"

Tian Shangfei glared fiercely, "What kind of bullshit is that! Even if the two of us were watching out here and something happened, nothing would happen to the boss inside!"

Meng An nodded in agreement, "That's true. However, I'm definitely more resilient than you. Just watch, once the boss becomes the Sixth Master, I'll definitely be the Head Chief!"

"Bullshit! You could become the Head Chief?! Then I'd be the Deacon!"

Inside the cave, Qin Jiang dragged the two toward the interior; the further they went, the more violently the two struggled.

He didn't use his murderous aura to suppress them; all in all, he quite enjoyed the scene of watching people struggle.

"My lord! My lord! It was all me! It was all me! Don't kill Ping'an! Don't kill him! It was all me!"

The Village Chief was dragged along the ground, enduring the pain as he pressed his palms together toward Qin Jiang.

On the other side, Liu Ping'an had also long since woken up, his mouth opening and closing, emitting blurred words, "Kneel, kneel, kneel! It was my dad who did it! It was my dad who did it!"

Although it wasn't very clear, the meaning was understandable.

Hearing what Liu Ping'an said, the Village Chief's face turned withered, and in an instant, it was as if he had lost all vitality.

He nodded powerlessly, "Yes, it was this old man who did it, my lord, please spare Ping'an's life."

Qin Jiang smiled, raised his hand, and with a wave, threw the two directly beneath the female corpse.

"Ah! Ah—!"

Liu Ping'an took one look at the female corpse wearing the wedding dress and immediately twisted his body in terror, but he couldn't move even half an inch.

The Village Chief looked at Liu Ping'an's ugly appearance and closed his eyes as if accepting his fate; his heart was calm, only regretting that he hadn't wiped this wretch onto the wall back then.

"My lord, everything was arranged by this old man; it was this old man who was blinded by greed to do such a thing. Whether you want to kill or carve me up, it's all up to you."

Qin Jiang smiled, "Old Village Chief, you misunderstood. I don't care whether it was you or your son who did it. Today, both of you must die."

As the saying goes, if the father incurs a debt, the son pays it, and if the son incurs a debt, the father pays it; it is reasonable and fair.

The words, spoken with a hint of a smile, rang in the Village Chief's ears, and he opened his eyes wide, "My lord, you—"

Before he could finish half a sentence, a chill passed through his throat, and then it was violently withdrawn, splashing blood. Seeing this, Liu Ping'an hadn't even had time to react before he also felt a chill in his throat, and then his vision began to be covered by a layer of black mist.

Rip~ Qin Jiang tore off a piece of Liu Ping'an's tattered clothing and casually wiped the blood off the blade of the Black Water Blade.

"Take a deep breath; dizziness is normal, it will pass in a while."

After a while, the two stopped moving, and a layer of black mist gradually dissipated from their bodies.

In just a few breaths, the black mist was evaporated by the pillar of light cast from above the mine.

Looking at their corpses, they were already shriveled beyond recognition.

Shaking his head, he walked out of the mine, and Meng An and Tian Shangfei immediately surrounded him.

"Boss! Are you alright?!"

"Boss! Everything okay?"

Qin Jiang was slightly stunned, looking at the two in front of him; this worried expression was not fake.

"What could happen to me? Collect the corpses inside; burn the Village Chief and his son, and give Zheng Deyu's wife a proper burial."

"Yes! Understood!"

"Wait a minute! Don't steal my work!"

A moment later, the corpses were burned, sending up large plumes of thick smoke.

The surrounding villagers who were watching cheered, and some even set off firecrackers.

These people were basically of different surnames and had long since had enough of the oppression from the Village Chief's family.

The corpses burned until near noon; Meng An came over holding a meat pie and a water skin, "Boss, eat something. This is what I brought from Lao Zhang's shop in the city, it's delicious!"

Qin Jiang took the meat pie and water skin; after practicing Red Tiger Fist to the Second Layer, his body's demand for energy had increased significantly, causing his appetite to grow greatly.

"Boss, when are we going back?" Meng An asked.

Qin Jiang glanced at him and smiled, "What, missing your Yun'er?"

"No, no, no! Old Meng doesn't have that kind of mind! Not like Lao Tian!" Meng An hurriedly waved his hands to deny it.

"Let's stay for two more days, and go back once we're sure there's nothing else," Qin Jiang said.

"Eh, alright!"

Two days later, Qin Jiang was in the courtyard performing Red Tiger Fist stances, and an illusory crimson tiger shadow gradually solidified behind him.

Looking at the panel,

【Current Martial Arts】

Longevity Five Qi Technique (Second Layer) (220/400)

Iron Arm Fist (Consummation)

Earth Dragon Body (Second Layer) (170/300)

Red Tiger Fist (Second Layer) (50/900)

【Potential Point: 13.8】

It had only been three or five days, and his Red Tiger Fist experience points had already increased by 40.

At this speed, even if he relied on his own cultivation, it would only take three or four months to be enough to practice Red Tiger Fist to the Third Layer.

Facts proved that as long as the nutrition kept up, his Martial Dao talent was actually not bad; it could even be considered genius-level.

After pondering for a moment, he made up his mind that once he returned today and solved the problem of Red Tiger Fist's excessive baleful aura, he would add points to the Third Layer.

In any case, he had already revealed a portion of his strength; after returning, not to mention being promoted directly to Hall Master, at the very least the position of Deacon would not escape him.

Afterwards, he could also set about sweeping up Potential Points.

For the Red Tiger Gang, wanting to collect some ancient objects was not a difficult matter at all; no one would block the Red Tiger Gang because of this.

Tap, tap, tap! "Boss! Something happened! Zheng Deyu's wife's grave has been dug up!"

Meng An ran into the courtyard in a hurry.

Hearing this, Qin Jiang frowned, and a surge of anger rose in his heart, difficult to suppress.

He grabbed the Black Water by his side, "Let's go! I want to see which blind dog thing it is!"

(End of this chapter)