landbeastnovel Chapter 100 Too Lazy to Play Along
Chapter 100 Too Lazy to Play Along
The towering peaks, like swords, pierce the sky with an endless killing intent.
The setting sun, like blood, stained the lingering glow of the clouds along the horizon.
In front of the fence
Silence reigned, with no wails or shouts, no clashes of weapons, only the pungent smell of blood mixed with dust and debris slowly flowing from under the half-closed wooden door.
A few messy, bloody footprints disappeared along the curb into the muddy, wet ground...
The wind howled, startling the wooden gate, which creaked and swayed from side to side. Fang Hongxuan pushed open the fence and stepped inside, finding the couple's deaths gruesome and tragic.
Zhang Laosi lay motionless in a pool of blood. He had been beaten to death; there wasn't a single raised spot on his body, as if his entire body had collapsed several inches out of thin air.
Zhang Wangshi's face remained kind, as if she hadn't suffered much hardship. However, she had been stabbed in the throat, her neck almost completely severed, with only a few bits of skin and flesh holding it together. Fresh blood was gushing out from the gash in her neck.
The murder weapon that killed Zhang Wangshi was the kitchen knife on the stove, which had been used for an unknown amount of time and was faded beyond recognition.
As for Fang Hongxuan and Daoyuan's luggage, it was not stolen. Even the silver ingots and loose silver that they had forcibly given to Zhang Laosi earlier were still there.
"....."
After a long silence, Fang Hongxuan picked up his hoe and walked outside. The two men hadn't expected to accept his money, and yet they'd also received food from the old couple for nothing. He couldn't, morally or morally, just stand by and watch their bodies lie exposed in the wilderness.
As for pursuing the murderer, he has plenty of time to deal with him, and besides, the murderer's range is extremely narrow.
It was either the Goddess of Fertility from Wugu Town or Zhang Desheng from the Stone Temple. For no reason, Fang Hongxuan's intuition told him that was it.
"If you don't run, I won't run... The goddess sits down and we gather together; if you don't leave, I won't leave, we'll be brothers inside the soul banner..."
Just then, Zhang Desheng's hoarse voice rang out from outside the window again, bumping right into Fang Hongxuan, who was carrying a hoe and a machete.
Looking at the disheveled man, tears streaming down his face, who was not very likable, Fang Hongxuan couldn't help but want to draw his sword.
"Fellow villager...the goddess of fertility just came...I wasn't fully conscious at the time and couldn't save those three..."
"What are your plans now...?"
The taciturn Fang Hongxuan had no intention of answering his question. In the past, he might have believed Zhang Desheng's words.
However, it has now been confirmed that the one protecting this land is the deity in the shrine at the bottom of the river, not this so-called village guardian.
"Benefactor Fang... Benefactor Fang... wait a moment, this humble monk..."
The ethereal voice grew closer, and Dao Yuan, already panting heavily, appeared at the edge of the field. This caused Zhang Desheng's expression to change slightly.
Then he seemed to go crazy again, fleeing the place as if trying to escape. Looking at the bloodstains on his slanted arm, Fang Hongxuan's eyes were filled with a deep and sinister light.
"Benefactor Fang, how is it...?"
"I was just about to chop some firewood and make two coffins for their burial. But you, though you claim to practice Buddhism, you're nothing but a frivolous monk spouting empty words..."
When Dao Yuan was mentioned, Fang Hongxuan's violent emotions gradually subsided, and a strange sense of peace made him even tease Dao Yuan.
Seeing Fang Hongxuan carrying a hoe and sickle, Daoyuan realized what was happening. He clasped his hands together, a compassionate smile on his face.
"Benefactor Fang, you are mistaken. If you weren't a distant nephew of this fourth son, why would you have helped him cut down trees to make a coffin and give him a proper burial?"
In that instant, Fang Hongxuan felt a certain thought process completely unfold. He had never imagined that the saying "A gentleman judges by his actions, not his intentions" could be viewed in this way.
"Go now, this place is in my care."
Fang Hongxuan remained silent, only squinting and staring quietly at Daoyuan.
"Master...Master, don't run so fast..."
The three men's loud shouts echoed across the fields. They were Zhang Wenchang, Zhang Chuanqiao, and Zhang Wei, who had come to invite Zhang Laosi earlier.
"Then I'll leave it to you. As for the rest, I'll take care of it..."
Fang Hongxuan drew his knife and headed towards the Stone Temple. In the distance, under the flourishing banyan tree, stood a weasel observing.
"Don't go over there! That guy... he's really powerful... especially that stone temple, it's incredibly terrifying..."
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That night
On the overgrown cobblestone path, shadows swayed, and Zhang Desheng, carrying a wooden stick and a grass root in his mouth, strolled leisurely along the path.
He looked completely at ease, his whole body relaxed. His eccentric demeanor even hinted at a touch of self-satisfaction.
However, Zhang Desheng's ease did not last long. Looking along the path, he saw Fang Hongxuan, who looked like a clay sculpture, standing motionless in front of the stone temple.
"Why are you standing here, my fellow villager? Perhaps you intend to discuss with me going to Wugu Town to resolve the matter of the Fertility Goddess?"
As if he had been standing for too long, Fang Hongxuan stretched his muscles and bones, his whole body making cracking noises, and pulled out the stick he had been using to prop himself up on the ground.
"I've come here solely to seek justice, regardless of any evidence or doubts."
The gleaming crimson-gold sword, named Cuojin, was slowly drawn from its sheath, its tip pointing directly at Zhang Desheng's face.
"So, the villagers think I killed those three people..."
"I have never mentioned those three deceased individuals..."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Desheng's pupils contracted slightly, and then he burst into unrestrained laughter.
"What if it was something I did for you? What if it wasn't something I did for you?"
A faint aura of resentment and malevolence quietly emanated from Fang Hongxuan's surroundings.
"Nothing more than paying back debts and paying for murder with one's life."
Enraged, Zhang Desheng laughed even more wildly, pointing at Fang Hongxuan with utter disdain.
"You and I are the same kind. Do you know what people call us transmigrators?"
"Extraterritorial evil!"
"I only killed two or three insignificant passersby, yet you drew your sword against me for their sake."
"If the other reincarnated beings found out, they'd probably gang up on you..."
"What an insignificant passerby... Do you think human life is as worthless as grass?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Hongxuan's anger spread rapidly throughout his body, and even the crimson in the depths of his pupils throbbed violently.
"Then pay with your life!"
Zhang Desheng, who had stopped laughing, suddenly became serious. His eyes were bloodshot and his veins were bulging all over his body.
"I've said it before, anyone connected to the Goddess of Fertility is my lifelong enemy. If you weren't also a reincarnated being, I would have shown no mercy!"
A dark red, malevolent aura shot straight into the sky, and rustling sounds could be faintly heard from within the thick fog.
However, Zhang Desheng looked disdainful, knocked the dragon-bearded staff down, and mocked.
"You haven't even obtained a proper cultivation method... and you're still practicing the incomplete cultivation method that Wansheng Dynasty spread out."
To be reborn as a soul and end up like this is truly a disgrace to us all.
Very well, today I will teach you a lesson so that you will know what the correct way of cultivation is!