Chapter 52: 51, Heaven's Justice is Manifest, Retribution Never Fails

51, Heaven's Justice is Manifest, Retribution Never Fails

Zhou Chang handed the firewood knife in his hand to Bai Xiue.

He stepped aside, and the vicious expressions and hateful words of the Baijiafen villagers surged toward Bai Xiue like a tide, unimpeded.

Rushing in along with their wild shouts and curses were the various weapons and tools in their hands.

Yet, facing the myriad blades rushing straight for her vital points, Bai Xiue's eyes were blank, her hands and feet helpless: "I, I..."

"Because you suffered injustice, you expected a righteous official to step forward.

Because you were harmed, you prayed for gods and ghosts who distinguish right from wrong to decide for you." Zhou Chang's voice was icy, "From your birth until now, you have walked this path all along.

Whether marriage or death, it was always others who decided.

But do you not remember? You once decided for yourself—so as not to marry the young master Wen in the city, you chose to hang yourself before the Bride's Pool.

You were not afraid even of death, yet you fear harming a single hair on their heads?

They want to kill you; why can't you kill them?!

Why make your own heart struggle so? Decide for yourself; isn't it better to let them struggle on their own?!

Those who kill shall be killed by others!

As long as you have awakened within your heart, today you kill them—tomorrow, if they have the chance, they will return it, letting them come and kill you!

—But it is best not to leave them any chance!

Act!"

Zhou Chang placed one hand on Bai Mu's shoulder; he neither intended to shield Bai Mu behind him nor showed signs of letting Bai Mu fend for himself, but simply held Bai Mu's body, making him stand by his side.

The blades in the hands of the surrounding villagers all came toward the three of them.

Swords and blades have no eyes; Zhou Chang and Bai Xiue each had methods to block those weapons, but Bai Mu, an ordinary man, how could he stop this chaotic swarm of swords, spears, and staffs?

Watching those blades frantically strike at her father, and with Zhou Chang's sharp shout beside her urging her to act—the invisible string in her heart finally snapped at this moment!

Swish swish swish!

The swords, spears, iron forks, and other weapons striking at the three were all tightly entangled by lotus silk bursting from Bai Xiue's fingertips.

Bai Xiue flicked her ten fingers like threading a needle; that lotus silk, seemingly weak but actually extremely tough, forced the various blades to suddenly turn their points, returning exactly where they came from!

In the crowd, blood flowers bloomed instantly!

In an instant, several corpses remained on the ground!

After breaking the killing taboo, Bai Xiue felt her heart bright and clear; the noisy thoughts pressing on her mind were all swept away by the bloody rain and fierce wind at this moment!

Her fingers turned even faster!

However, all around, the villagers who had originally been extremely vicious and fearless even when seeing ghosts manifest now, suddenly seeing a ghost act and kill, were each terrified, their souls fleeing in panic; they screamed and shouted, running like wolves and pigs, each fleeing separately!

"Ah!"

"Ghost! Evil ghost!"

"Run!"

In no time, the villagers of Baijiafen scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only more than ten corpses behind on the spot.

The pungent smell of blood filled the dark night; corpses lay scattered all over the ground.

Bai Xiue stood amidst the pile of corpses, yet not a single drop of blood stained her; strands of lotus silk, like silver light, were drawn back into her fingertips. Compared to before, the lotus silk below seemed to have undergone a qualitative change.

Her father stood beside her, staring blankly at the grotesque corpses covering the ground.

Seeing her father's expression, Bai Xiue lowered her head somewhat timidly.

But at that moment, she heard her father laugh heartily:

"Hahaha!

Killed well, killed well!

These Qing demons, these Nalan dogs—they ruined more than half the Bian Bai clan in this village, ruining our family and causing our deaths... Retribution!

What good retribution!"

Bai Mu's face flushed red, extremely agitated.

He then tightly grasped Bai Xiue's palm, repeatedly saying, "Youngest daughter, you did well; you have this ability, you should have done this long ago!

They killed you; you became a ghost; you should come to claim their lives!

Well done, youngest daughter!"

As her father spoke, he suddenly shed tears sadly.

Having witnessed his daughter wielding such inhuman methods with his own eyes, he already believed deep down that his daughter had become a ghost—yet Bai Mu, a son-in-law in Baijiafen who had long suffered oppression, could not distinguish the difference between a ghost and a trickster; he only felt that since his daughter had become a ghost, they were now separated by yin and yang.

"Father..."

Bai Xiue softly comforted her father; her expression was gentle, yet there was a hint of soaring spirit in her eyebrows and eyes.

After comforting her father, she looked around—where had the young master Zhou, who had been beside her just now, gone?

On the other side.

As soon as Bai Xiue broke the killing taboo, Bai Mu and her 'adopted son' led a group of villagers fleeing in panic.

The group fled in a frantic rush, completely unaware that an outsider had mixed into their ranks.

That person followed behind Bai Mu and her adopted son; Bai Mu turned her head several times but detected nothing amiss.

Until the group walked a distance, and no more wails or human voices could be heard behind them, Bai Mu relaxed her mind, slowly stopped her steps, stood in place panting, and adjusted her breathing.

Her adopted son, Nalan Rongzhen, sat heavily on the ground, grinning and panting heavily, yet he looked even worse off than Bai Mu.

Nalan Rongzhen cast his gaze toward the small path they had come from; the other side of the road was pitch black, nothing visible.

But as he looked at that darkness, fearing Bai Xiue, whose body was full of lotus holes, might walk out from it, he laughed and pierced his own throat with silk threads—he struggled, trying to climb up from the ground several times, yet failed each time.

Fortunately, someone nearby lent him a hand, and he managed to stand up, still trembling as he said, "Bai Xiue, she won't be chasing us, will she?"

"She shouldn't be."

The person beside him who was supporting him replied, his voice far calmer than his own.

"That's good, that's good." Nalan Rongzhen felt slightly relieved, then turned to see who had kindly helped him up—no sooner had he turned than he came face to face with Zhou Chang's deathly pale, expressionless corpse-like face!

"Aaaah—!"

Nalan Rongzhen instantly remembered this person!

This man had only struck once, yet Nalan Rongzhen had already etched his appearance into his mind!

"Ghost! Ghost!"

Nalan Rongzhen's body shook like a sieve; in his eyes, Zhou Chang now looked like a great evil spirit!

He tried to break free from Zhou Chang, but the hand Zhou Chang held onto his arm could not be shaken off no matter how hard he tried!

"Where's the ghost!"

"Has Bai Xiue come?"

"Where is she? Where?!"

Hearing Nalan Rongzhen's terrified screams, the people around him were instantly filled with dread; they hurriedly picked up the weapons on the ground and frantically scanned the surroundings, yet they completely ignored Zhou Chang, who was gripping Nalan Rongzhen's arm.

Only Bai Mu was most concerned for her adopted son at that moment.

She saw the side profile of the person supporting her adopted son, and her heart instantly chilled; after a moment of inner struggle, she grabbed a iron spear and thrust it toward Zhou Chang's back!

"Crack!"

At that moment, Zhou Chang suddenly released the five fingers pinching Nalan Rongzhen's elbow!

The instant he let go, he had already shattered Nalan Rongzhen's joint!

He swiftly turned his head, facing Bai Mu's ferocious face.

The 'corpse face' grinned at Bai Mu: "You attacked first..."