Chapter 158: Only Death and Blood Can Wash Away This Sin

For everyone else, there was only one way in and out of Hu Family Village — passing three checkpoints and slaying six generals.

But for Chen Chen Guanlou, every path was open.

He walked as if on level ground, stepping into Hu Family Village from the back mountain.

In the village, some children played and laughed, while another group served as horses and oxen, kneeling on the ground, waiting at any moment for their little masters to mount them.

A little fatty rode atop a frail little Miss, whipping her legs furiously with a leather crop. "Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up…"

The little Miss was far too frail; even summoning all her strength, she could not outrun the other human horses and oxen. She lost, and knelt on the ground trembling. Though she knew exactly what fate awaited her, she could not even muster the thought of fleeing, nor the courage to lift her head and beg for mercy.

The little fatty flew into a rage — his mule was too useless and had actually lost. Furious, he snatched up a stone from the ground and smashed it viciously against the mule's head. "Useless cur, what good are you, better off dead."

The little fatty was no more than eight or nine years old, yet he was utterly seasoned, smashing the little Miss's head without the slightest psychological burden. The spray of blood only made the little fatty more and more excited.

"Ah, my hand, my hand, my hand…" The little fatty dropped the stone, clutched his wrist as blood gushed out, and wailed at the top of his lungs.

So the little fatty knows what pain feels like too!

But the little girl kneeling on the ground felt not the slightest relief — only terror, terror like plunging into a dark abyss. She stared in fright at the little fatty's wounded hand, so scared she didn't know what to do, kowtowing again and again, not caring even when her head split open.

"You're dead, dead! My mother will throw you into the millstone to feed the dogs and pigs, throw you into the demon's den, so you'll never be reborn for all eternity."

"No, no. Master, beat me, beat me hard, I beg you not to feed me to the pigs and dogs. I can still crawl, I can learn to bark like a dog, I can serve as ox and horse, I'll do anything you want. Master, I beg you. If you must, cut off my feet, I'll be an ox and horse my whole life, an ox and horse my whole life. I only beg Master not to send me to the mill, please, I beg you."

"Cut off her legs! Yes, yes! Quick, bring a knife, I want to chop off her legs myself."

Hearing this, the little girl rose, ran to the corner, picked up a cleaver, and without the slightest hesitation, held it out with both hands to the little fatty. Then she obediently lay flat on the stone block, legs stretched straight, awaiting her cruel and bloody fate.

The stone block was dark in color, coated with a thick layer of grime — the stains left by blood. How many people's legs had been chopped off on this very stone block?

From beginning to end, the little girl's gaze was numb. She picked up the cleaver, handed it to the little fatty, lay down on the stone block, showing not a trace of fear or dread. As if the legs were not her own.

Only when the little fatty mentioned the mill did real terror flash in the little girl's eyes.

What kind of twisted world is this!

Is this the human realm, or is it hell?

I'm afraid even the eighteenth layer of hell could not match one ten-thousandth of this place.

The little fatty rubbed his hands together, gripping the cleaver tightly. That excited little look in his eyes showed this was clearly not his first time doing such a thing. He raised the blade, swung, chopped…

The little girl was utterly bewildered!

The pain she had expected never came.

Hesitantly, she slowly turned her head, and the deepest terror surfaced on her face. The next second, she fainted dead away from fright.

The little fatty lay in a pool of blood at her feet, his body cleaved in two, a cruel smile still hanging on his lips at the moment of death.

Before coming, Chen Chen Guanlou had been wondering what kind of family this was.

Now he knew — evil had been carved into the flesh and blood of every member of the Hu family, etched into their very genes. Regardless of gender, regardless of age. Every grain of rice they ate, every sip of water they drank, every garment they wore, every copper coin they spent — all carried sin and blood.

Only blood and death can cleanse the souls below who cannot find release, can wash away the anguish and fury of thousands upon thousands of families, can wash away the humiliation of every victim who was tormented.

Human evil at its worst must be purged.

Kill!

Slaughter all of this, destroy all of this — start with these little beasts.

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

"Dong dong dong…"

The mountain village sounded the warning gong. The able-bodied men took up weapons; the serfs stared blankly and numbly at everything; the children locked in the cattle pens listened tensely to the sounds outside.

Chen Chen Guanlou fought his way from the back mountain to the front building, then from the front building to the grand manor at the center of the village.

Wherever he passed, severed limbs and blood flew in all directions.

If you treat people as mules and oxen, you must be prepared to be treated as mules and oxen.

A mere Third Rank, and you dare block his path? Cut through.

Flashing blades and dancing swords.

In this world's martial arts, only speed is unbreakable.

Chen Chen Guanlou did not know how fast he was; he only knew he could be even faster, that he had not killed enough.

Not enough, not enough, keep killing!

Slaughter all evil.

At last he fought his way into the grand manor. On his body lay a dozen or so Third Rank martial artists, and one Fourth Rank martial artist.

The survivors in the room stared at the scene in terror, their eyes filled with fear.

So the Hu family knows fear too!

"Hero, spare us! Spare us! I know our Hu family has committed monstrous crimes. As long as the hero spares our miserable lives, everything here is yours. From now on, the Hu family will hide our names and never again engage in the kidnapper's trade."

Having said this, the old man decisively opened the secret chamber. In an instant, everyone's eyes were dazzled.

Inside the secret chamber, a roomful of gold, silver, and treasures — worth at least several hundred thousand taels.

Several hundred thousand taels!

The accumulated wealth of several generations over a hundred years, every copper coin stained with the blood and tears of countless families, the lives of countless victims, the souls that could not find release.

"Do you hear it?"

The Hu family members looked utterly bewildered, not knowing what he was talking about.

Chen Chen Guanlou pointed to the sky. "Do you hear it? The souls are wailing, screaming, roaring!"

"Hero, listen to me… ahhhh…"

The old man was wailing.

In the blink of an eye, every adult male in the room had fallen into a pool of blood, leaving only a few children.

"Grandpa, save me!"

"Grandpa, I don't want to die!"

"Spare my child, and I'll give you my life." The women stepped forward. Their solidarity was astonishing; their maternal love was moving.

But the way they treated the children in the cattle pen, the serfs in the fields, the people in the mill who no longer looked human, and the mountains of piled white bones in the demon's lair—they were as cruel as evil ghosts crawling out of the eighteenth layer of hell.

They were people, and yet ghosts!

They were half-human, half-ghost; neither human nor ghost.

They were nothing but a pack of evil ghosts wrapped in human skin—hardly fit to be called people!

"Write down all your business partners and every means of contact. Hand over the account books. Hand over the transaction lists. Don't try any tricks."

"We'll hand over everything. We only beg the hero to leave a single seedling for our Hu family, so that the Hu bloodline may be passed down somehow."

Chen Chen Guanlou laughed.

Such a sinful, blood-soaked clan—even at death's door, still obsessed with continuing the bloodline. Were they deluding themselves into thinking they could make a comeback a hundred years from now and rebuild the kidnapper clan?

"Especially Boss Qi's information—every detail must be written down."

"Qi… Boss Qi?" A flash of deep meaning crossed the old man's face.