Chapter 40: The old master is kind-hearted, cannot bear to see this

I copy, the fart technique is number one under heaven!

Ji Ming was overjoyed, wielding the shovel he chased after them.

Just as he was about to give them a good beating, he suddenly stopped his hand.

No wonder these three clumsy thieves are all useless; turns out they really are useless……

Don't kill us!

The boss struggled to speak, but as his strength kept spurting out and draining away, he couldn't even crawl at this moment.

The sugar lump pressed to the ground, and the tumor still dazed, likewise could only emit faint whimpering sounds.

No matter what, they had no ability to resist at all.

Propping himself with the weapon in his hand, Ji Ming pinched his nose and fell into deep thought.

In another world, he sees things very clearly.

Whether he is willing or not, whether he does good or evil.

Some things are bound to happen sooner or later.

It's been five days since he crossed over; he had long prepared himself mentally for killing.

Think about it: if he were really the timid cannon fodder Ji Ming from the setting, he might have died today.

When it concerns one's own life, one cannot show mercy.

Better to act on the spot than to pick a day; let's put it into practice right now!

Sorry.

First using the Stunning Club to knock out the three, Ji Ming took out the waist dagger he had previously picked from under his white robe.

Gripping the hilt, Ji Ming held his breath and stabbed each of them in the neck and back one by one.

The poor little thieves couldn't possibly have any armor; the sharp blade tip entered their flesh without obstruction.

Goodbye.

He threw down the bloodied knife, and Ji Ming didn't rush to leave either; instead he hid at a nearby corner.

Watching them drain of blood, until they silently slipped away in unconsciousness.

Ji Ming sighed, slowly closing his eyes.

It wasn't due to sorrow or regret, but rather he felt……

Turns out it's no different from chopping pork; I thought it would be hard.

Knocking people out before delivering the fatal blow, I'm still a pretty good guy!

Rubbing his own fingertips, he even felt a bit excited.

But amidst the excitement, as a modern person, Ji Ming's heart ultimately gave rise to a hint of pity.

Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life; from now on, we should kill as few as possible.

I'm a doctor after all; it's ugly to have hands stained with blood and cruelty!

From now on, if such a situation arises again, let someone else handle it.

Moreover, don't die in front of me; at least take a detour, for we are kind-hearted and good-natured, unable to bear such sights.

After a long while, once the three were completely dead.

Ji Ming rose to confirm his current position, then slowly felt his way toward the clinic.

But as he passed through an intersection, he suddenly heard dense footsteps approaching from nearby.

After a brief thought, unable to dodge, he sprang up and lay flat on the nearby stone wall, hiding in the darkness.

Soon, several teams of masked individuals, looking quite professional, bandits gathered from three directions.

The tallest among them spoke softly.

How's it going, are all our people here?

Here!

All here, fifteen capable hands total; tonight we'll definitely take that shop!

Good, stay sharp when the time comes.

Under the black robe, Ji Ming secretly observed all this, thinking he didn't know which unlucky household would suffer badly.

……

Not to that extent; to rob me, just two competent professionals with normal brains would suffice.

No need for heroes to talk much; I'll just hand over my wallet with both hands, okay!

In the night's cold wind, it seemed the leader wanted to give further instructions on the plan.

He waved again, lowering his voice.

That elf shopkeeper may be disabled, but elves as a race grow wiser with age; they must never be underestimated.

When the time comes, we few will immediately surround and kill him, quick battle, quick decision.

Then send a few people to control the nearby dark alleys, move all the goods, understood?

Understood!

Then follow me!

The bandits came and went quickly, leaving only Ji Ming tangled in dilemma.

Their target is clearly the diseased tree materials shop; and according to my information, that elf shopkeeper who looks like he has many stories is definitely a high‑level professional.

So now there are two paths before me.

One is to risk warning the shopkeeper, either fight or flee, then gain some favor.

The other is to mind one's own business to avoid trouble, pretend to know nothing, and obediently go home to sleep.

Ji Ming pondered for a moment, but then suddenly discovered a more serious problem.

Isn't this all a bit too coincidental?

Suddenly, a clumsy thief came to attack the clinic, leaving the timid... cautious me, who never goes out at night, to end up here.

Then, by a stroke of bad luck, the bandit leader, like a lunatic, repeated his plan right under my nose.

And the person they happened to rob and kill was someone I could barely exchange a few words with, a hidden expert with some willingness to develop.

The most interesting part is that yesterday I just received a district map from a patient.

This map is unbiased, recording the full layout of the buildings nearby.

It also used a red line to mark a shortcut that leads quickly to the vicinity of the grocery store.

……

Where fortune lies, there are no taboos!

He silently chuckled, then leapt over the stone wall.

He placed a Breath-Concealment Talisman on his face and, following the shortcut, hurried straight to the Sick Tree Grocery.

Along the way, indeed smooth and unobstructed; occasionally a few thugs would spawn in the corners, yet they failed to notice Ji Ming, who was using talismans.

Soon, he arrived at the entrance of the Sick Tree Grocery.

Looking to both sides of the road, it remained calm and peaceful.

To avoid startling the snake or provoking other beings, the bandits, who command a large entourage and look imposing, might need to take a few detours.

And this gave Ji Ming the time and opportunity to act.

He removed the exhausted magical talisman and lightly knocked on the door.

"Is the shopkeeper in? I'm Doctor Ji Ming!"

Not long after, the familiar hoarse voice sounded.

"How did you come?"

Ji Ming, confident in his acting, from the moment he knocked on the door, put on a panicked, flustered appearance.

At this moment, he even rubbed his cheeks, squeezing out a few tears.

"Shopkeeper, I've been attacked, they also want to kill you, please save me......"

To fit the cowardly act persona, Ji Ming deliberately didn't speak coherently.

Instead, he spoke in riddles while anxiously pounding on the door.

The Old Elf fell silent for a moment, then with a click, the door was pulled open.

"Come in."

Ji Ming hurriedly slipped inside, only then noticing that the Old Elf was leaning on a crutch, standing on one leg in an extremely unnatural way, seeming to be a cripple.

"Guigui, you really are a wounded illness stamp album that can walk, right?"

"This old geezer, I don't know if he's grandfather or grandmother, what on earth has he been through?"

In the silence, the Old Elf slowly sat onto the recliner, fixing his remaining eye on Ji Ming.

"Speak, human, what exactly happened?"

Suppressing his emotions, Ji Ming stammered with his tongue, haltingly beginning to recount what had just happened.