[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-84":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: My Cheat Skill Is Myself",{"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},2315339,4528,"Chapter 84: Capture Sun Erniang and Others","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-84",84,"\u003Cp>Lin Xu and the others, torn by indecision, turned to their leader, Lu Congyi, to make the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Zhang, could you perhaps find some more evidence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Congyi gritted his teeth and decided to stand with Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted his own judgment:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, with his extraordinary bearing and conduct, could not be a man who spoke recklessly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Evidence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie smiled: “Wang Han, take a good look at the bun in your hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, Wang Han instinctively felt he must obey Zhang Jie’s command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He examined the half-bun in his hand closely,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and suddenly spotted a thin strand like a hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang, Lu Congyi, and the others fixed their gazes on the half-bun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Han reached out and pulled out a strand of hair from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just a hair? What does that prove?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At most, it shows the cook was careless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang forced a laugh, feigning calm though fear stirred within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big brother, no!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This hair is stiff and short, curled and twisted—like the hair near a man’s privates!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xu, the more educated second brother, cried out in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could these buns… be human flesh buns?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fifth brother, Hu Liu, muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Zhang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Han looked to Zhang Jie for help, hoping he would dismiss the suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just swallowed several large buns in one go!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before coming here, I heard a rumor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Great Tree’s Crossroads, travelers dare not pass. Fat ones become buns, thin ones feed the river.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Sun Erniang was clearly one of the three female warriors from Water Margin—the She-Scorpion Sun Erniang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, she and her husband, the Vegetable Garden Zhang Qing, had run a black inn at this crossroads,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>secretly killing countless travelers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other black inns simply overcharged: items worth one cash sold for five, even one tael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sun Erniang and her husband, the Vegetable Garden Zhang Qing, were like Hannibal’s “Uncle Ba”—truly, physically, devouring their guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Great Tree’s Crossroads, ingredients were always fresh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after all, the meat you’re eating might have been standing beside you moments ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men are iron, rice is steel; Sun Erniang looked at those who tried to flee—hating their weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ingredients here at Big Tree Crossroads are always fresh,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the food you’re eating might have been standing beside you just moments ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Han, imagining he’d eaten human flesh, gagged repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was “rice flesh”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh grown on rice was rice flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Han, thinking of the rice meat he’d eaten, burst into violent retching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Congyi and the four brothers exchanged glances, hearts pounding with relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Zhang Jie not warned them in time, they wouldn’t just have eaten rice flesh—they’d have become it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if these buns contained no knockout powder,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>once they fell asleep tonight, they’d be killed with a single blade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they’d truly become dead pigs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wicked woman, give me your life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yunlong, hot-tempered, glared fiercely, raised his broadsword, and slashed at Sun Erniang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, they’d become real dead pigs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her cover blown, Sun Erniang sneered, rolled over like a lazy donkey, and dodged the Mountain-Splitting Strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet instead of fleeing toward the kitchen, she charged straight into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her target was unmistakable—Zhang Jie, protected by Wu Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang knew the inn’s few servants stood no chance against these burly men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her only hope now was a desperate gamble: seize the leader, capture the highest-ranking target—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>take Zhang Jie hostage, forcing Wu Song and the others to hesitate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang knew the few clerks in the inn stood no chance against these burly men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang dared attack Zhang Jie? She clearly didn’t think him, Wu Erlang, worth a second glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Villain, give me your life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song roared, clenched his fist, and swung his arm toward Sun Erniang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Wu Song’s sudden roar, Sun Erniang felt a thunderclap explode beside her ear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her ears, even her skull, rang with a deafening buzz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time she recovered, Wu Song’s iron fist was less than three feet away—there was no time to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll fight you to the death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang, no stranger to ruthless deals, summoned her own ferocity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she ignored Wu Song’s incoming fist and thrust both index fingers straight at his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Wu Song didn’t dodge, they’d both be crippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang, no less a ruthless soul for daring in uncapitalized trade, harbored a fierce resolve within,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song sneered—he’d killed tigers barehanded;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>why would he fear Sun Erniang’s suicidal move?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand, already prepared, shot forward and seized her fingers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with a twist, the two fingers she’d used for her desperate strike\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>bent into a shape no normal finger could achieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand, prepared in advance, struck later but arrived first, gripping Sun Erniang’s fingers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang cried out in pain, her face flushed with sickly red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the graceful, tiger-like Sun Erniang looked almost pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wu Song had no pity for flowers or jade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not only had she run a black inn, harming countless travelers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she’d sold human flesh buns—her crimes too vast to be recorded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely for attempting to harm Zhang Jie, their benefactor, she was beyond pardon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did Sun Erniang run a black inn, preying on passing merchants,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song roared again, adding three more units of force to his fist already at her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang had no choice but to weakly raise her uninjured arm to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was like a mantis trying to stop a cart—*CRASH!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang was blasted several meters away, crashing down with a *boom* and crushing several tables and chairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed was mere formality—facing Wu Song, who could wrestle lions and tigers at full power,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang, even called “She-Scorpion,” was no match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she were a true night demon, Wu Song remained the earthly master of demons!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, how shall we deal with her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song, having swiftly subdued Sun Erniang, asked Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Sun Erniang were a true night hag, Wu Song was still the earthly lord of demons!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Congyi and the others were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though many things had happened, they’d unfolded in the blink of an eye—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their strongest fighter, the fourth brother Song Yunlong, hadn’t even had time to intervene before it was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder Young Master Zhang dared travel with only one bodyguard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although many things had happened, they occurred in the blink of an eye,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their strongest member, Fourth Brother Song Yunlong, had no time to intervene before it was all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No wonder Young Master Zhang dared to go out with just one bodyguard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second brother Lin Xu suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now’s display—if all five of us brothers attacked together, we still wouldn’t be Wu Song’s match!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention Wu Song still looked calm and composed, clearly holding back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The others in this inn are surely no better either,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Wu Er, go capture them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All this butchering, killing, even chopping meat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>couldn’t possibly have been done solely by Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be right back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song clearly realized this too, and growled with murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He applied force to each of Sun Erniang’s joints, dislocating them,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ensuring she could not resist, then strode with murderous intent toward the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll go help too. Second brother, you stay here and guard Young Master Zhang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Congyi ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Big Brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second brother Lin Xu swiftly stepped in front of Zhang Jie, alert and watchful in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go help Brother Wu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After making arrangements, Lu Congyi picked up his broadsword\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and charged into the kitchen with Fourth Brother Song Yunlong and Fifth Brother Hu Liu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A waiter’s startled, furious cry came from the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The one who kills you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These waiters are awfully slow, aren’t they?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie began doubting the waiters’ competence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were engaged in a capital offense and hadn’t even heard the commotion just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then again, maybe precisely because they’re engaged in capital offenses, the kitchen’s soundproofing is too good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie speculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, whether killing or disposing of bodies, silence was essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems my hearing is just too sharp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie looked at Lin Xu, who remained vigilant but made no other move, and reached his conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a clatter of clashes in the kitchen, silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, these are the ones!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Wu Song and the others dragged several bruised, swollen men—some with broken arms, some with broken legs—into the main hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So tragic! So terribly tragic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faces of Lu Congyi and his two brothers were grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene they’d witnessed in the kitchen could not be described as anything less than hell!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpses inside were piled like pigs and sheep, gutted open,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>organs, bones, skulls, limbs—all neatly severed and arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, in Sun Erniang and the others’ eyes, humans were no longer humans, but mere pigs and sheep to be slaughtered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If there truly is hell on earth, this must be one of its chambers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth Brother Song Yunlong, recalling the scene, still trembled with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the Vegetable Garden Zhang Qing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie studied the middle-aged man among them—the one with the oldest appearance, wearing a black gauze hood with a sunken crown,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dressed in a white linen shirt, with knee guards tied to his legs—and asked without expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s your grandpa! Today your grandpa’s been caught by you—kill me or cut me up, do as you please!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qing spoke with defiant grit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his swollen, grotesquely puffed face made his words sound absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his swollen, bloated face made his words seem absurdly comical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch your tongue!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song had no patience for Zhang Qing—he stepped forward and delivered a brutal slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song valued righteousness and admired outlaw heroes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Zhang Qing and his kind, who treated humans like livestock, had long ceased to be human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wu Song’s slap, Zhang Qing’s face swelled even higher,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>thin trails of blood oozed from his lips, pitifully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie shook his head: “I heard you were once a monk at Guangming Temple—how did you learn not a single shred of compassion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Zhang Qing had once tended the vegetable garden at Guangming Temple in Mengzhou, nicknamed “Vegetable Garden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He burned down the temple over a trivial matter and slaughtered all the monks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, at Crossroads Slope, he encountered the retired bandit Mountain Night Demon Sun Yuan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was knocked down by a yoke, taken as a disciple, and married off to Sun Erniang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang learned all her father’s skills,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and together with Zhang Qing, they built grass huts outside the city at Crossroads Slope, selling wine and human-meat buns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together with Zhang Qing, they built thatched huts outside the city at Crossroads Ridge, living by selling wine and human-meat buns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qing turned his head away, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, how shall we deal with these people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie tapped the table, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting them go? Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Report to the authorities? Also not ideal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing had run this racket for years—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if they had no protectors, Zhang Jie wouldn’t believe it even with his toes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if we kill them all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then kill their protectors tomorrow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought flashed through Zhang Jie’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his martial arts, he might still face complications,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but directly eliminating those who created the problem? He was very skilled at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—I’m a juren now, with an official degree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie suddenly remembered his status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though a juren wasn’t an official, he had the qualification to become one;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>round it off, Zhang Jie was effectively part of the Great Song bureaucracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he was part of the same system, he could dismantle it piece by piece,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rather than let local officials band together to protect each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tie them up. Report to the authorities tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie ultimately decided that killing entire families was too extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a pure-hearted youth, a good citizen of Great Song!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Zhang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Congyi hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his years of wandering the martial world,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he knew reporting this to the authorities would likely turn a big matter into a small one, and a small one into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our master is the top scholar of the Jingdong East Road’s recent examination,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with his intervention, these villains will surely be brought to justice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Wu Song stepped forward proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re the top scholar himself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Congyi and the others were stunned, bowing hastily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With the top scholar taking charge, this matter will surely be resolved properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second brother spoke with full confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Lin Xu look more confident than Zhang Jie himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie could only marvel at how terrifyingly important degrees were in Great Song!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, they agreed: report to the authorities tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After final deliberation, they would go to the authorities tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, the few who dared not eat anything from the inn ate some dried rations they had brought with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Sun Erniang and the others, they had nothing to eat at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At night, the few still haunted by shadows slept fully clothed in the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Zhang Jie ordered Wu Song to take his official seal and report the matter to the authorities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself stayed behind with Lu Congyi and the others to guard the scene,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>preventing any accomplices of Sun Erniang from coming to destroy the evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope you won’t disappoint me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie watched Wu Song’s retreating figure, his gaze dark and distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If these officials still tried to suppress the case despite the irrefutable evidence, he wouldn’t hesitate to slaughter their entire families!\u003C\u002Fp>",2308,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","57cc44f85b16cc1bfa0c6543bda59d999f35a7eaa717ae4169da3544ad11be8d","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-85","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-83",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]