Chapter 20: Six Consecutive Kills

The mountain forest path was not dark at this moment, but there was no one else around.

Du En walked in front, Lu Xiang followed behind, walking further and further away.

At first, Lu Xiang was quite pleased, looking forward to how he would teach Du En a lesson, but by now, no matter how stupid he was, he should have realized something was wrong.

So he stopped in his tracks and raised his hand to grip the hilt of his blade.

"Stinky brat, what kind of trick are you playing?"

"Playing?"

Du En turned around silently.

Struggling to boost his Dharma power and clinging to life, he turned his head to look, but did not see the person who had attacked, only vaguely seeing a shadow among the trees.

He was somewhat dazed, his consciousness beginning to disconnect and flicker; in his dimming vision, a headless corpse was being crushed by fish feed, falling heavily to the ground, blood splashing all over the pond and attracting a group of spirit fish to attempt to devour it.

There was simply no one who reached out to help.

A member of the Iron Hand Gang was grinning at this moment, cursing: "What are you lot doing? Hurry up and chop wood for your master! I'm telling you, if you dare to slack off, I'll whip you!"

Because the overseer here had left and no one was in charge now, slacking off a little was not a problem.

Crack, splat!

The hand gripping the blade had its bones crushed and muscles mangled by a stomp.

Even if Du En appeared to outsiders at this moment as just an unlucky fellow who had been given a hard time by the manager while asking for his wages and had suffered severe injuries, it was not enough to completely cover up this issue.

Because what the Blood Eagle Gang was best at was killing the chicken to warn the monkey; they didn't care if you actually had a problem, if there was any suspicion at all, they would kill you just to warn the others.

Gurgle gurgle~

Huh?

This is, I...

His bloodthirsty nature and his style of killing frequently brought him instinctive experience, which made him choose to tilt and roll directly, dodging to the side and rushing onto the ground.

The original sound was interrupted by a sudden choking cough.

He no longer cooked porridge, but instead grabbed medicine and boiled it on the stove, letting the bitter smell in the courtyard grow increasingly thick.

He was startled on the spot again and went to draw his blade, but a foot had already stepped directly over.

This person's face was flushed red, his eyes filled with resentment and helplessness.

Treating a chicken feather as a token of authority!

The overseer here wanted to slack off, so he let this member of the Iron Hand Gang keep watch, and so this guy started beating and scolding the others, not caring at all whether they were actually slacking off.

Lu Xiang couldn't help but howl in pain, subconsciously performing a carp leap, but he delivered himself right to the target; the hand reaching toward his face grabbed his head, clamped his mouth shut to stifle his scream, and then slammed him heavily onto the ground.

Seeing Du En's pale face and weak breath, Wei Ming's expression changed instantly, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, speaking angrily: "How about we go and fight that guy Lu Xiang? Six against one, we can definitely win no matter what."

He downed a bowl of detoxifying medicinal soup, filled to eight-tenths capacity, in one gulp.

Finally, this member of the Iron Hand Gang died in agony after struggling.

By the time the others working in the same field discovered it, Du En had long since run off, leaving no trace.

Soon it was evening time.

Seeing this, a fierce light erupted in Lu Xiang's eyes; his free hand pinched a Dharma seal, and he launched a fierce surprise attack.

Du En's figure darted rapidly through the mountain forest.

Kill, kill, kill!

He looked down in a daze, only to see a blade protruding from his chest, then being dragged and pulled out.

They were all people who deserved to die!

Eh?

Why is my vision spinning?

Blood spilled, still in shock!

What is the situation?

What on earth is this situation?

This brat, how could he be so strong?!

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, Lu Xiang simply could not believe that Du En, relying solely on his punches and his physical body, was this terrifying, comparable even to a demonic beast!

This was actually quite normal; although he couldn't compare to a Foundation Establishment manager like He Bo yet, his Yellow Earth Art was already at a stage of proficiency, equivalent to the level of decades of bitter cultivation by an ordinary person.

Consciousness extinguished, the person returns to the west.

The others remained silent, their hearts filled with bitterness.

"Boss, you..."

Six against one could indeed win; after all, everyone was in the early stage of Qi Refining, and as long as they gritted their teeth and didn't back down, they really wouldn't fear that scoundrel Lu Xiang, but afterwards, facing the retaliation of the Blood Eagle Gang, it wouldn't be a simple case of being six-against-one in return.

Next was eating another pot of Three Talents Porridge, and he began to continue circulating his energy to heal his wounds.

Du En moved from place to place; encountering overseers slacking off, he saw the overseer was absent, then rose up to launch a surprise attack, taking a life with one blade!

"In short, as long as the person looks intact, there's nothing else to be done..."

The target: members of the Iron Hand Gang.

After circulating his energy for one major cycle, his complexion finally showed a slight flush.

The killing move was not in the blade, but in this hand of Fire Bomb Technique!

Whoosh!

Flames suddenly ignited, transforming into an inch-sized missile, rushing toward Du En's face!

"Heh, I've killed without blinking an eye; I've already slaughtered three of the Iron Hand Gang's brats before. You, a fool who just arrived less than three months ago, can you still take this move of mine?"

Then he changed his clothes.

Then he turned his head back, extending a trembling hand toward the person who had just whipped him.

How could killing just Lü Xiang be enough?

If two people directly related to the corpse-buriers die in succession, it will definitely expose problems.

"Hehe, the situation is stable now. Tonight, after I go back, I'll go find that little wench. I just love the ones who are easy to bully; when the time comes, I'll just force myself on her and have a good time!"

"So, I still need to kill a few more..."

Another logging site.

"Winning is possible, but then what?"

"Awoo!"

If they didn't go up and give them a hard kick, it would be considered them showing restraint!

Satisfying!

Hahaha!

"Still daring to slack off, huh? You bunch of lowlifes, you only deserve to be whipped, understand? You're all just a bunch of—ugh, cough!"

By a pond, a member of the Blood Eagle Gang carrying a sack of fish feed was moving somewhat sluggishly at this moment.

The operation must continue!

It was mainly to prevent these two gangs from having any poisons or the like on them.

Three from the Blood Eagle Gang and three from the Iron Hand Gang, the numbers matched perfectly.

One ear was grazed by a fist and was instantly crushed to pieces.

What greeted them was only a cold, indifferent gaze filled with pleasure.

Target: the people from the Blood Eagle Gang.

The others appeared to be returning in a hurry.

Lecherous thoughts bubbled in his heart, his hot blood began to flow downward, and he felt his crotch bulging, eager to have a go.

"Save, save, save me..."

When he pushed open the door, the porridge and medicine had just finished cooking.

He tossed the blade randomly into the mountain forest, washed off the excess blood, confirmed that he had left no traces—especially traces of magic power—and then hurried back in secret, returning to the corpse-buriers' small courtyard before the others could react.

Lü Xiang was instantly stunned by this, his expression freezing directly, and then his vision blurred as Du En had already forced his way in front of him.

He pushed open the courtyard gate violently and saw Du En just extinguishing the clay stove, pouring out a bowl of pitch-black, thick medicinal soup.

"Wh, what?!"

Therefore, as soon as Lü Xiang looked up now, he saw Du En standing before him once again.

Six people killed in a row.

Ning Cai came out to smooth things over.

And then.

There was also the nourishment of spiritual meals, further promoting the consolidation and thickening of his physical strength.

Boom!

Pfft!

Shatter!

Du En was expressionless; he raised his hand, which was sticky with pulp, blood, and bone fragments, gave it a shake, pulled out Lü Xiang's blade, and left without looking back.

Slap!

As soon as the words fell, a whip was already lashed out fiercely, and with a 'slap', it struck the person in front who was bare-chested and working hard at logging.

Upon smelling this pervasive bitter medicinal scent, his expression changed instantly, and his pace became even more hurried.

Thus, the operation was nearly complete.

"And then, and then..."

Wei Ming was left speechless by the counter-question.

Lü Xiang was feeling smug in his heart, and then, he saw Du En's footsteps shift slightly, his figure swaying, and he dodged his inch-sized fire bolt with great ease.

Next, he took turns washing and cleaning, then cooked brown rice, waiting in a depressed mood for Lü Xiang to come and collect the money.

Waiting and waiting, he didn't wait for the dead man Lü Xiang, but instead waited for the sounds of shouting and killing.

(End of this chapter)