Chapter 67: Killed—What Next?

Chen Wuji is fierce right now.

His ferocity roars, and several Yuan Family youths fall silent.

Even those who were crying out in pain stop shouting, clenching their mouths and rolling on the ground.

The other few become as silent as chilled cicadas, not daring to even breathe.

They still cannot believe that the terrifying figure standing before them is Chen Wuji.

In their eyes, Chen Wuji now is like a towering mountain exuding murderous aura.

The strong scent of blood presses them, causing their calves to twitch.

"What did you just ask me for?" Chen Wuji's massive foot, forty‑two chi long, steps on Yuan Chen's face, clang clang.

Yuan Chen's nose spurts blood, his nasal bone crooked, "Chen Shazi, I admit you're indeed ruthless now, but what's the use of ruthlessness? You're doomed, I tell you, you're doomed. When the day comes that you are beheaded at East Market, the Laborers will definitely watch, then feed your head to the dogs."

"What's the use of ruthlessness?" Chen Wuji sneers, "Let me tell you what the use of ruthlessness is."

In the instant he bends, he slashes off Yuan Chen's right arm with a single stroke.

I have to admit, the family‑passed Tetanus Blade is truly handy.

Cutting off an arm requires hardly any force; it's very smooth.

I didn't understand before, but now I realize the difference between a good knife and an ordinary one is even greater than the difference between a person and a dog.

Yuan Chen's face flushes red, his expression instantly turns ferocious from the excruciating pain.

He actually didn't shout.

At this moment, Chen Wuji even feels a bit admiration for this scoundrel's hardiness.

But this makes Chen Wuji extremely displeased.

"Your damn arm is broken, and you don't even shout—what are you pretending to be a tough guy? Shout!" Chen Wuji stomps his foot on Yuan Chen's wound.

Yuan Chen lets out a howl and leaps on the ground like a maggot.

It's not that he doesn't want to shout; the pain is too great to let out a sound.

Chen Wuji glances at the crowd emerging from the abandoned house, slowly places his knife on Yuan Chen's neck, "Alright, that's enough. Stop shouting, stop moving. My knife is swift—so swift that if you even twitch your head, it could fall off."

Yuan Chen instantly falls silent, becoming startlingly obedient.

At this moment, he finally knows fear.

Although he doesn't know where Chen Wuji's confidence comes from, he feels a strong murderous intent.

Chen Wuji really intends to kill him.

Yuan Jintang rushes over with a large group of villagers.

"Chen Shazi, stop!"

Seeing his son's miserable state, Yuan Jintang's hair flares in anger, and he lets out a loud roar.

Chen Wuji lightly presses the blade, a slit slowly appears on Yuan Chen's neck.

He looks up at Yuan Jintang, smiles lightly and asks, "Village Chief, what did you just shout at me?"

"Shout 'Dad', Dad, you quickly shout 'Dad'!" Feeling the pain and cold on his neck, Yuan Chen hurriedly roars.

He's about to go mad; he can't even hold his urine.

"Shout 'Dad', quickly shout 'Dad'. If you really can't, kneel and shout! He's gone mad, he really wants to kill me, Dad." Yuan Chen shouts urgently, yet he doesn't dare to use too much force.

"Rebel son!" Yuan Jintang's face twists in fury, but seeing Chen Wuji's harmless appearance, he can't help but shiver, "Wuji, loosen the knife, we have something to discuss peacefully."

"What could we possibly discuss?" Chen Luozi steps out of the crowd, raises his hand and slaps Yuan Jintang's face, "Get the money, ten taels of Silver for your son's dog‑life!"

After saying that, he turns his head and asks Chen Wuji, "Wuji, is my price acceptable?"

"Fine enough," Chen Wuji nods.

Chen Luozi raises his hand and slaps again, "Why are you staring? Ten taels of Silver, or your son's dog‑life!"

Yuan Jintang glares furiously, his eyes like a fiery mountain, as if ready to bite Chen Luozi to death in one bite.

A few members of the Chen clan step forward from the crowd, their faces cold, blocking Yuan Jintang.

Although few in number, their aura is imposing.

This scene surprises the Young Strongmen of Xishan Village.

Everyone is from the same village and knows exactly what the Chen Family's nature is.

This family, which moved in just over twenty years ago, is regarded in the village as a pack of tail‑tucked mongrel dogs—thin on kinship, lacking any blood, and only able to smile apologetically when bullied.

Even the Wang Family, which has only four households in the village, is tougher than the Chen Family.

When something happens to the Wang Family, the men, women, and children of those four households at least dare to gather and resist.

But the Chen Family each sweeps only their own doorstep.

When any household gets into trouble, the others wish to board up doors and windows with planks, then stuff donkey hair in their ears.

Yet today, they actually stepped forward.

And they were so bold they even struck the Village Chief.

This doesn't look like the Chen Family at all!

"Are you rebelling?" Yuan Jintang shouts furiously.

Chen Luozi hums lightly, "You old rag, stop labeling us with such a high hat. We wouldn't dare rebel, but if you don't hand over the money today, I'll definitely take your son's dog‑life, promise kept."

"Come on, kill one so I can see!" Yuan Jintang roars.

"We want money, not a life. If you have the skill, kill my son. If not, kneel and apologize, then give me money to buy medicine for my son."

He doesn't believe Chen Shazi and these Chen Family members have such audacity.

Yuan Chen, frantic, "Dad, have you gone mad? I'm your son, not the beast you keep in the backyard. How can you sacrifice my life to bolster their courage? Quickly bring the money, my dear father, you can't just watch your son be killed by them!"

"Silence!" Yuan Jintang shouts angrily.

Yuan Chen rolls his white eyes in anger, then quickly says to Chen Wuji, "Brother Wuji, Father Wuji, release me first; I'll take you to get the Silver. I know where my father's Silver is hidden—sixteen taels, I'll give you all of it."

"The Village Chief's family is so well-off, sixteen taels—what did you do to earn so much Silver?" Chen Luozi mocked and asked.

Yuan Jintang looked at him coldly, not saying a word.

However, he made his attitude very clear: no money, but he does have a condition regarding his son's life.

Chen Wuji looked at Yuan Chen with contempt, lowered his gaze, and said slowly: "Don't blame me either. If the wronged spirit can't leave, go find your father. I also want to earn this Silver, but unfortunately, your father won't give it, so I have no way."

As he spoke, the Knife in his hand slowly pressed down.

Feeling the chill on his neck and the wind frantically blowing in, Yuan Chen panicked completely: "Father, give me money, give me money—I'll be damned, hurry up and give me money! He's going to kill me, he really is going to kill me..."

Yuan Jintang remained unmoved, even sneering: "Chen fool, if you have the guts, draw your Knife! If my son dies, I will have everyone of the Chen clan buried with him—men, women, old and young, all must die."

Chen Wuji's Knife sliced past, then he calmly stood up, shook off the blood droplets on the blade, and said: "Killed him, then what?"