Chapter 27: Killing Zhang Lin

Dawn has broken.

The New Year is drawing ever closer.

Even so, the corpse-buriers, who work all year round without rest, must still perform their unchanging tasks.

Burying corpses.

Moreover, as the year-end approaches, their work has become even busier.

Because more people are dying.

The quota for this year has not yet been met, so the overseers naturally will not accept it; even those who have already met it want to vie for a higher ranking, and thus they have intensified their demands, causing the labor intensity and hours to constantly increase, from morning till night, working through the night.

"My lord, my lord, don't, I'll yield, I will yield!"

And so, those who are worked to death, those who have lost hope... in any case, the corpse-buriers themselves have become busy, having to bury nearly a hundred corpses every day.

He was nodding in satisfaction, when suddenly he was stunned again.

And what made Ning Cai feel even more relieved was that, until now, he had not seen any more sinister or evil corpses.

At the same time, other strange owls that had just been startled, along with some other beasts that had begun to grow accustomed to it and were waiting in the bushes, swarmed toward where the fresh blood had spilled to peck and lick.

The light in Zhang Lin's field of vision dimmed for an instant, and before he could even utter a second word, he saw, upon raising his eyes, that the person, Du En, had already arrived before him.

As the leader, Du En, was thinking at this moment, however, about how to kill.

Meanwhile.

The moon was completely obscured by dark clouds at this moment.

Soon it will be evening, finishing up by working overtime.

Time to kill and set fires!

The only thing that made them breathe a sigh of relief was that these corpses generally did not have many hidden dangers, so they didn't have to worry about lying down with them while they were working.

Damn it!

Zhang Lin, terrified and furious in his heart, having completely confirmed that there was a problem, was just about to do something.

He flicked a leg up again, kicking directly into Zhang Lin's lower abdomen; like a giant boulder rolling down a mountain, it crashed into him with a boom, and with a *pfft* sound, the area of the lower dantian Qi sea shattered into mush!

*Snap! *

Something was crushed, causing the others present who heard this sound to tremble in horror, burying their heads deep, not daring to lift them even a fraction.

Zhang Lin noticed that something was wrong, and was frowning, about to open his mouth to say something.

Zhang Lin cursed and swore, about to raise his hand and sweep, intending to directly sweep away the person blocking his path.

Zhang Lin swept his eyes over again, and they were immediately horrified, hurriedly lowering their heads, biting their teeth, and moving their tired, heavy bodies to clear a path.

A dark night with a high wind.

But Du En was faster; his hands reached out like lightning, grabbing both of his hands.

"You..."

More terrifying than iron pincers, as he exerted force to grip, the muscles were already crushed!

The Sand-Raising Technique, which he intentionally controlled to the "First Glimpse of the Path" stage, was unleashed, and immediately a large handful of yellow sand flew out, splattering all over the big owl's face with a *pitter-patter*.

The evil cultivator lurking in the dark seemed to have been caught; in short, there were no more incidents occurring one after another.

"Coo!"

Now, catching big owls was very simple for him; he didn't even need sharpened wooden sticks or firewood, he just needed to select a target and then raise his hand for a Sand-Raising Technique.

Wei Ming even asked such a question.

"Damn it, stop dawdling, get out of my way!"

Zhang Lin, a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator who was strong and robust, and who hadn't been affected much even after working until now, looked at this slow pace and, without a shred of pity, directly raised his hand and swept it out violently, as if tossing away trash.

Then, with a violent twist and pull backward, the sound of *crack-snap* was incessant; it was bones breaking and shattering!

He pulled up the hood of his garment, covered his face, and moved silently.

Du En just shook his head slightly, indicating it was unnecessary.

At first glance, one might think it was a cluster of living corpses, dragging their rotting bodies and toddling along.

This person had long sensed his approach, and at this moment, he wailed and begged, his feet moving, but they felt as if they were filled with lead, sore and swollen, unable to speed up at all.

Because at the end of this new path, a person had just stopped, standing straight there without the slightest intention of dodging.

The torches burning all around suddenly flickered, and the light dimmed.

This way, there was no need to go far to find a new nest of strange owls.

Lifting it up to look, one could see that the big owl's face was covered in dense, tiny holes, embedded with yellow sand particles, and blood was seeping out, looking quite horrifying.

Then, carrying the big owl upside down, he began to lead the way back.

There was simply no time to mobilize magic power to strengthen his defenses or to launch a counterattack.

Six corpse-buriers were burying corpses, drenched in sweat under the lingering heat of the winter day.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye!

Du En's gaze remained calm; facing this person who was destined to die, as his foot retracted and landed, his hands had already let go, then lifted slightly, and swept together toward the center.

Only then did Zhang Lin's scream escape his throat.

The blood spilled all along the way due to gravity, just right for draining it.

When all sounds subsided and no one was seen climbing back up, it was clear they were not alive, leaving only those who witnessed this scene with eyes full of misery and bitterness.

"Boss, are there enough medicinal herbs at home? If not, I can help look for some."

He had long since calculated everything in his heart; now it was just nearing implementation, and he was making further refinements.

The others, with their heads hanging low, caught glimpses of his legs and lower body out of the corners of their eyes, and were all startled.

With this breakthrough in strength and obvious progress, he could naturally accomplish more things.

"Ah!"

"Hmph! A bunch of spineless wretches! If you don't give them a lash, they don't know how to yield the way!"

After a short, sharp cry, it flapped its wings powerlessly and fell from the high treetop, and Du En only needed to walk over and reach out a hand to grab it as it was on the verge of death.

Because it was still early and the strange owls had not yet returned to their nests, Du En could catch a large owl on his way back.

However, among such a crowd, there were actually exceptions.

In the dead of night, there were still many wretches who had just finished their shifts, dragging their incomparably weary bodies as they walked along the narrow paths of the shanty town.

Under the illumination of torchlight, they cast deep, hunched shadows.

The reason these bold ones still dared to gather here at this time was mainly for this dinner.

Du En silently stopped his cultivation, walked out of the house, and looked up at the sky.

Cracking sounds rang out incessantly; it was impossible to tell if they were wood or bone.

Walking all the way back to the small courtyard, it was still the same daily trivialities.

Bang!

The thin figure blocking the path immediately spun, spat blood, and flew sideways, smashing into a wooden house on the side of the narrow road and shattering its wall.

The others were already accustomed to it, completely lacking the astonishment that would have made them gasp at the beginning.

At the same time, glancing at the headless corpse collapsing listlessly and blood spraying on the spot, they could not help but clap and cheer in their hearts!

They were terrified of seeing the face of the person who had struck, lest they be casually slapped to death themselves!

It was not until the dead of night that everyone else had fallen asleep.

Some even had the impulse that if they could meet and thank the person, it would be worth it even if they were silenced!

Of course, Du En had already left quickly.

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