Chapter 567

Cold Mountain Village.

A small village in the Yangzhou region. The entire village is not large, with only a thousand villagers, almost all of whom have lived here for generations. Men farm and women weave; although life is hard, the villagers here live peacefully.

Until today...

After nightfall, the entire Cold Mountain Village is pitch black.

This is the Song Dynasty, ancient times. Working at sunrise and resting at sunset is the norm for this world. Except for a very few major metropolises of this era, such as Tokyo Bianliang City, the entire world is almost pitch black after nightfall.

But in this pitch-black mountain road, there is a scattering of firelight flickering.

"Big Brother, ahead is Cold Mountain Village, the last place with human traces before entering the mountains. After that, it's the big mountains. Once we enter the mountains, we'll be safe!" a trembling male voice sounded under the torchlight.

No one spoke, and no one answered, only the sound of panting and fast walking.

Defeated, defeated!!

Originally, the situation was excellent. All the roads in the south of the Song Dynasty rose in rebellion. All the local government offices opened their treasuries of gold and silver. There were also wealthy families from various prefectures uniting in the middle, and scholars running about. Many schools and powerful families were encouraged by it. Whether they were local squires, wealthy landlords, or rich merchants, they all contributed food and people. In just half a month, they gathered an army of over 500,000. Moreover, they were of one mind, with money and food; it could be said that everyone from top to bottom was united, and even within the Song court, there were many who were inclined toward them.

This should have been a sweeping battle. Anyone with a little insight knew that the time for a change of dynasty had arrived.

But...

The disciple of the immortals descended from the sky. In the first battle, he killed 150,000; in the second battle, he killed 200,000. It collapsed, truly, completely collapsed!

This number is not some boastful claim; it is truly killing 150,000 people, 200,000 people.

The disciple of the immortals, with one blade, severed mountains and rivers. Just outside Wu County, the capital of the Suzhou region, a blade mark ran through thirty miles away. With one blade, he killed more than ten thousand people and directly severed the Qingliang Mountain outside Wu County with a single stroke!

The might of a heavenly human!

Almost like the might of heaven!

Defeated, defeated!

How could mortals possibly resist a disciple of the immortals? Not to mention that this disciple of the immortals might have already become a god; otherwise, how could he have such terrifying power?

Run, run, run; defeated, defeated, defeated. The entire south of the Song Dynasty is in chaos. Terrible routed troops have begun to appear everywhere. Seeing that a catastrophe is about to descend, this god travels ten thousand miles a day, fighting in various roads in the south. Whenever he sees routed troops, he first shouts three times the strange slogan of "kneel and raise your hands." If they do so, the god will sense them in a peculiar way for a moment. Some routed troops are unharmed, while others are ordered to be decimated one in ten, one in five, or even one in two. If they dare to resist, they are all massacred.

It can be called extremely cruel!

This routed army is exactly one of the rebel armies from the southern roads. They fled all the way, and now only about three hundred people are left, but they are all the officer's trusted backbone. Although chaotic, they are not scattered. According to his plan, they are walking into the mountains, and their destination is the Great Viet Dynasty further south.

Although it is unknown how many people can reach it on this long journey, it is better than staying here waiting for the immortal to come up and perform a decimation of one in two, right?

Others may not know, but the general commanding this rebel army roughly knows the reason why the immortal kills no one, decimates one in ten, one in five, and one in two... Those who plunder commoners and massacre commoners, no matter whose orders this army is following, are basically chosen from one in ten, one in five, or one in two. The more commoners they kill, the more cruel it is when they are killed.

He knows his own affairs. The army of more than ten thousand he commanded also plundered many villages and towns, and even slaughtered a town when the rebellion started. Even he had enjoyed several women, and he had killed many commoners with his own hands...

He simply could not have any chance of survival!

So instead of waiting to be killed, it is better to fight to the death and run to Great Viet in the south. He had also used his position to have relations with forces in Great Viet. If he defected there, he wouldn't ask to be a high-ranking official, but at least he could end up as a wealthy man, right?

With such thoughts, the officer led these three hundred personal guards and broke into Cold Mountain Village.

Routed troops... The commoners of this era know very well what routed troops mean. But they have no way to resist. Although there are a thousand people, these three hundred are all soldiers with knives and guns. And them? The old, weak, women, and children make up the majority, and the remaining young men are mostly honest villagers. Their weapons are only hoes and pitchforks.

After a brief conflict, more than ten villagers were killed, and the remaining villagers were all concentrated on the drying yard in the center of the village, each squatting down in extreme terror.

The officer, surrounded by guards, arrived at the drying yard. He looked at these villagers and said loudly: "Elders and villagers, please rest assured, we are just..."

The voice had just started when suddenly, the wailing of a woman came from a villager's house not far away. The officer's face stiffened immediately. He looked fiercely at the personal guards beside him and was about to order the soldier who disobeyed orders to be executed on the spot. But just as the words were about to leave his mouth, he suddenly saw the eyes of the surrounding soldiers turning green. The order he was about to give could not be spoken.

Routed troops, fleeing in defeat, scattered. He is now only relying on the inertia of being an officer to command and unite them. Even these routed troops, let alone his twenty-some personal guards—once his family, wealth, and status are gone, these personal guards might not necessarily obey his orders anymore.

This is the system. If it is intact, naturally there are three shouts of "Long Live." But if the system collapses, he is no different from these soldiers, and might even become a target for venting because his status was higher before.

And why can that immortal act recklessly? Why can he kill hundreds of thousands in a row?

It is nothing more than that great power belongs to himself. Whether you submit or not, he kills you all, and the rest will naturally submit.

But he can't do it!

So he fell silent. And the surrounding routed troops, seeing that he had nothing to say, all grinned hideously and pounced on the thousand villagers. For a time, ghosts wailed and wolves howled, and blood covered the ground. Every woman, regardless of age, was dragged out, and even some young men were dragged out. If anyone dared to resist, they were immediately hacked by big knives. For a time, the entire drying yard was covered in flesh and blood.

The officer closed his eyes, sighed sadly, and turned to find an earthen house with his personal guards to stay in. But just at this moment, a sharp whistling sound came from the long night sky.

Hearing this whistling sound, the officer shivered all over and immediately shouted: "Go, go..."

Before the words were finished, the dozen or so soldiers who were still hacking people on the drying yard exploded, and flesh and blood splattered onto the survivors' bodies and faces.

The surviving villagers were still in a daze when they saw a majestic young man land with a fairy. As soon as he landed, he let out a roar toward the sky, like thunder on dry land. All the roaring and chaos in the village went silent. Immediately after, those routed troops began to wail and run out of the village.

But how could they run away at this time?

Everyone saw the majestic young man point his hand repeatedly. All the routed troops running out of the village immediately fell to the ground. But for a moment, they didn't die, but began to roar and wail in crazy pain. Then they tore at their own flesh and bones. In just a moment, they dismantled themselves into a pile of rotten meat, the kind where you couldn't even see a human shape, and only then did they truly die.

After more than a hundred people were treated this way in succession, the remaining two hundred or so dared not have the slightest movement. Each wailed and lay on the ground, and immediately the sounds of "Master," "God," "Grandfather," etc., begging for mercy arose.

The person who came was Su Xing. He looked at the tragic state of the village with a livid face.

The massacre had clearly just begun, but at least two or three hundred villagers had been killed, and many women and children had been defiled. The drying yard was already full of corpses.

"...Is there anyone who wants revenge!?"

Su Xing shouted loudly. He looked at the villagers and said: "I allow you to kill them! They are not human, just demons, monsters, beasts, etc., wearing human skin. You kill them, and I guarantee no one will pursue it. The government cannot pursue it, those squires and wealthy landlords... from now on, there will be no squires or wealthy landlords in this area. In short, is there anyone who wants to take revenge and wash away their shame!!"

For a time, no villager dared to move. Su Xing was not impatient, just repeating the same words over and over again. After saying it seven or eight times, a few young men among the villagers cried and jumped up, each picking up knives and guns from the ground, and began to hack and stab the soldiers lying on the ground crazily.

Su Xing just watched them vent and hack silently. For these working people, he had enough patience and empathy, only because they were human, and only humans could feel pain.

After these villagers killed a few people, each of them was weak in the hands and feet. Even with the anger of their relatives being killed, at this time they were crying, howling, and vomiting, each kneeling on the ground and shouting to vent something.

Su Xing said with pity: "I came too late... Villagers, watch as I take revenge for you!"

While speaking, Su Xing didn't care. Relying on the super brain's emotional perception, he picked out the most heinous ones among the two hundred remaining routed troops, and directly injected qi into their bodies, causing their meridians to flow backward and their nerves to overload. Next, it was time for them to pay for their sins...

Immediately, nearly a hundred soldiers wailed crazily, tearing at their own flesh and bones like ghosts and demons, and under the gaze of the villagers, they dismantled themselves into pieces of flesh and died.

This process was not long. From the injection of qi to death, an ordinary person would take at most less than a minute. But this process was like a year for the routed troops and villagers. For a time, I don't know how many people sprayed feces and urine, and some routed soldiers who were not injected with qi directly slit their own throats with knives.

"Immortal, immortal... this is too cruel."

At this time, an old man among the villagers, dressed in neat cloth clothes and looking as if he lived in luxury, stood up tremblingly and shouted.

Su Xing glanced at him, and with a perception of his emotions, he immediately knew what this old man was. The so-called village elder was also the only landlord in this Cold Mountain Village, and a scholar of the Song Dynasty.

However... this old man's daily conduct was not greedy or evil. He seemed to truly believe in the books of the sages. Although he was a landlord, he did not oppress the villagers. At least from the perspective of this era, he could be considered a good person in this village. Not only did he teach the village children to read almost for free, but the rent was also more than 20% lower than that of landlords outside the village.

He... is a human.

Su Xing finished his biological judgment and patiently said to the old man: "Old man, they are not human. Don't be deceived by their appearance. They are just some kind of monster wearing human skin. This kind of monster will not feel pain. Look, they are wailing so miserably, but they are actually just imitating our human behavior, letting us humans soften our hearts so we will let them go. But doing so would be letting the tiger return to the mountain."

The old man saw Su Xing speaking politely to him, and his last worry was gone. He immediately bowed respectfully and said: "Immortal, being saved by you is truly a blessing for our Cold Mountain Village. But heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Even if the chief culprits are killed, that's enough. They also have parents and relatives. Being so cruel is really hurting the harmony of heaven..."

Su Xing scratched his head. He couldn't kill people directly, so he was also in a dilemma. He didn't know how to persuade such an old pedant. After looking at him twice, he nodded and said: "The old man is right..."

The remaining hundred or so soldiers all breathed a sigh of relief, and even the surviving villagers who had been scared silly seemed to have recovered. But Su Xing's tone changed: "But they didn't kill you, old man. The so-called 'grievances have heads, debts have owners'—I'm not wrong about that, right? Am I?"

The old man was a bit confused, but this principle is true everywhere. He nodded immediately: "What the immortal said is very true."

Su Xing smiled and said: "That's good. Then let the old man let those killed by them stand up and tell me they forgive them, and then I will let them go and never kill another one of them. How about that? Because the people they killed aren't you, old man, so why do you have the right to help them forgive these things? So, let the old man let those who were killed say it themselves."

Old man: "?"

Villagers: "?"

Routed troops: "?"

For a time, Su Xing's "confused index" rose by about several hundred. He didn't feel anything strange, turned his head, and said to the routed troops: "Since no one stood up to say they forgive you, then there's no way. I can only send you down to see them and then see if they forgive you or not."

"Decimate four in five!"

"Execute!!"