[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-legend-of-dragon-son-in-law":3,"chapter-legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-1917":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Legend of Dragon Son-in-law",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1750551,2236,"Chapter 1915: 1915: Aggressive Villagers","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-1917",1917,"\u003Cp>Chapter 1915: Chapter 1915: Aggressive Villagers\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undead at the front was hit by a rolling pin and fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its body started to wither visibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! It’s this thing again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larkin Davenport instinctively took a step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unstoppable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he knew the weapon’s effect was limited, the initial strikes could still kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up in the direction from which the rolling pin had flown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there! Who’s pretending to be a ghost!” Larkin Davenport hid behind the Undead Tribe, shouting loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! Since you act without virtue, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Larkin Davenport said, but his eyes continued to scan around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was very quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rolling pin seemed to have appeared out of thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more strangely, the sword cultivators were also carefully observing, clearly unaware of what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could it be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demarco Mount’s remnants?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one way out, the city gate was tightly held by the Undead, and no one could get in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In broad daylight, it was somewhat eerie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound of footsteps could be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors of the City Lord’s Mansion were pushed open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of people, dressed variously, looked like villagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They held tools in their hands, leisurely walking out from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lazily, at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you! How did you get in here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tennyson Cultivator Leader was taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many people!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They controlled the entrance, and there were still sword cultivators patrolling inside the City Lord’s Mansion; how could they have let dozens of people sneak in?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question confused Larkin Davenport even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either the Tennyson Cultivator Leader was acting, or these people weren’t from the Manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Tennyson Cultivator Leader’s bewildered look, Larkin Davenport believed these people were unrecognizable to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was all an act, the Tennyson Cultivator Leader deserved an award.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are we? We don’t even know.” The man leading them wore coarse linen clothes, and there was a hole in his straw shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They must be villagers from some place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this day and age!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of hiking shoes costs nothing; why would anyone still wear straw shoes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… you wanted to go inside earlier, right?” the leader walked over to Larkin Davenport, bending down to retrieve the pitch-black rolling pin from a dried-up corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You killed my people?” Larkin Davenport didn’t answer his question; he instinctively placed his hand on his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of Undead surrounded them immediately, their eyes filled with hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I killed him because he wanted to go inside,” the leader wiped the rolling pin, chuckling: “Anyone who goes in will die. These sword cultivators trying to enter will die too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is that a threat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could a group of villagers possibly do to block his thousands of people?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larkin Davenport sneered contemptuously, pointing to the dried corpse on the ground. “You killed my people; you must pay with your life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was thought to be an expert, but they were just a group of villagers skilled at ambushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could they accomplish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood.” The villager leader turned, speaking to his companions behind him: “Still not enough of them dead to make them afraid. Brothers, get to work!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader planted the rolling pin directly into the ground!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, quickly shifted aside!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undead were initially startled, but soon found it laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think they’re all mad, and severely ill. Kill them, kill them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larkin Davenport waved his hand, his inner fury having nowhere to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoever stands in the way, take them down! Search thoroughly, he must find Mr. Han Caldwell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he watched as events unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undead drew their swords, ready to rush in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But suddenly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A villager wielding a large hammer walked over, and smashed it down on the rolling pin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt everyone’s eardrums!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling insufficient power, the burly man switched hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a small hammer to a big one!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another smash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the rolling pin sank halfway in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without any deformation, its black color wasn’t even scratched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell! Kill them all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Larkin Davenport’s command, the Undead were poised to rush forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you been feeling weak lately?” the leader glanced at the one with the hammer, eyes filled with disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the iron hammer and smashed it down on the rolling pin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A booming sound!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undead knelt to the ground in agony, clutching their ears, wailing nonstop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their senses were many times those of ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the pain they endured was also many times greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before they could catch their breath from the torment, the man hammered again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rolling pin was fully embedded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Four, your turn!” He handed the hammer back to his companion, stepping aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly man with a stooped back walked out from the crowd; he was Old Four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Four’s hands were unlike the others; he had no tool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, his tool was his own body parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the gaze of all, Old Four undid his pants and urinated on the rolling pin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undead were both in pain, covering their ears, and looking wide-eyed, incredulous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did relieving oneself mean at such a critical moment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet something strange happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rolling pin, drenched in urine, began to expand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground cracked gradually, as if stressed to its limit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Eight, it’s your turn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Four pulled up his pants and quickly left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guy eating a burger stepped out from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop pretending to be a ghost! Kill them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larkin Davenport had enough!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to go mad!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by killing these weirdos could he quell his inner rage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Eight wiped his mouth, chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly stomped down!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground erupted with tens of rolling pins!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These pins, pitch black, shot up from beneath the Undead without warning!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Piercing right through their bodies!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As screams echoed, the Undead instantly turned into dried corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rolling pins seemed to possess magic, retracting once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rise!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Eight stomped again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pffft!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground was fractured beyond recognition!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pins shot up from the ground!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indiscriminately exterminating the Undead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of thunderous booms!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens, hundreds of rolling pins began to run wild beneath the Undead’s feet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, the harvest season is here!” the leader said, bursting forward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ripping an Undead apart with bare hands!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throwing the corpse onto the rolling pin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, the Undead instantly became dried corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of rolling pins on the street was increasing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now there were several hundred!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spreading out along the street, endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone wielded a fork, someone carried a kitchen knife!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Undead didn’t have time to react before being smashed on the head with a chopping board, landing them on the rolling pin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encountering it meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shovels, sticks, steel whips, and even bare fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These villagers in disguise kept grabbing Undead, throwing them onto those seemingly blunt, but very sharp, rolling pins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they touched them, it meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In less than a minute, the Undead had lost hundreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larkin Davenport retreated frantically, being careful not to touch the rolling pins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was truly uncanny!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>",1222,"2026-06-06T17:05:51.818Z",1,"novelbin.me","ce65854ec48b48b3772cf0f864dc1e7ecafa52272f45260ef59f3e714cebc491","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-1918","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-1916",2546,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flegend-of-dragon-son-in-law-cover.jpg"]