Chapter 302: Master? Laughing Chapter!
Chapter 302: Master? What a joke!
People always say that this is a cannibalistic world...but you can't really eat them.
The people are in poverty and have no means to make a living, some even have to trade their own children for food. This is a tragedy under extreme conditions.
But this is not the case at Qiushi Villa.
The Little Knife King Li Shengxing has long been famous in the martial arts world. He has a huge mansion in Tongyao City and a huge Qiushi Villa outside Tongyao City.
The family is large and the wealth is overwhelming.
They did this out of pure evil.
Chu Qing understood why Bird Thirteen and Fish Sixteen were so terrified by this matter, especially Bird Thirteen, who was so frightened that he would have a mental breakdown whenever the matter was mentioned.
They can accept that they are the lowest slaves and can accept being beaten and scolded at will.
It is also acceptable to sleep in a cage and not be treated as a human being at all.
But... I watched my friend who grew up with me and had the same experience as me become a meal for the so-called "noble person", and even watched his flesh and blood being eaten piece by piece with my own eyes.
That kind of fear is indescribable.
They are not Chu Qing. They do not have superb martial arts and are powerless to resist. Whenever they think about their future, all they get is fear.
So, Bird Thirteen ran away.
He used all his strength to escape from the cage that trapped him, and by chance, he broke into Tongtian Villa.
Yu Shiliu also wanted to run...but her luck was a little bad, but fortunately not extremely bad.
Because Chu Qing happened to come here that night.
But what before that?
During the period when Bird Thirteen was not seen, and after he escaped.
How many people died in that pot?
Was it swallowed by the butler Wang, or Li Shengxing?
The coldness in Chu Qing's eyes turned his internal energy into a strong wind, which moved his hair and clothes.
Wu Qianhuan's eyes were also filled with murderous intent.
The original purpose of coming here was mainly for this butler Wang...
Therefore, they focused on hiding their whereabouts and did not want to be exposed easily. They did not look at other people in the village differently.
but now……
"who?"
The security at Qiushi Villa was indeed very strict. Within a short period of time, guards came here for patrol again.
Therefore, you can see the changes here at a glance.
Someone immediately shouted angrily:
"There are assassins!!!"
One word stirred up a thousand waves, but what came in return was the moonlight as sharp as a sword.
The full moon rises high, and the moonlight is like a sword.
The angry roar turned into a miserable scream, and Chu Qing looked at Yu Shiliu:
"Do you know where Wang Kuan is?"
Yu Shiliu looked at the miserable state of the fat man, and then looked at the guards who could easily control his life and death. They had no power to resist at all in Wu Qianhuan's hands.
I am sure that I can survive tonight...
She nodded:
"I know, I'll take you there."
As he spoke, he turned around and was about to lead the way, but when he looked back, he saw a group of guards coming towards him.
He subconsciously wanted to hold his head and squat down, but a hand appeared on his shoulder, stopping him.
She turned her head to look at Chu Qing, and saw Chu Qing clasp his hands together, and a flame slashed out, stretching the fire line for more than ten feet. The strange fire swept across, and the guard who rushed up in front of him was cut in half with a look of horror on his face before he could even scream.
The flames burned their clothes, and the guards who had not yet completely died made low groaning sounds, and eventually fell silent.
Wu Qianhuan couldn't help but grin when he saw this.
Chu Qing had used this martial art while traveling with the caravan.
Wu Qianhuan was very puzzled. She always felt that this guy's pure yang internal force was a bit too outrageous.
Yu Shiliu opened his mouth wide, suspecting that he had met a god.
Chu Qing reminded softly:
"Let's go."
Yu Shiliu then woke up from his dream and led Chu Qing forward.
There are still guards on the road, and it can be said that a steady stream of guards are coming.
But Chu Qing did not stop because of this. He just killed one by one. Anyone who dared to stand in his way would have only one end, and that was death.
The reason why they were not killed all was that they did not want to give Wang Kuan time to escape.
After capturing Wang Kuan, Chu Qing also doesn't plan to let go of the entire Qiushi Villa.
Those who should be killed should be killed, those who should be beheaded ..., and those who should be destroyed should be destroyed
Since it is something that should not exist in the world, just destroy it.
But at this time, Chu Qing couldn't help but start to wonder...are there other people in Liaoyuan Prefecture who are experiencing the same things as people like Niao Shisan and Yu Shiliu?
Chu Qing didn't know why Li Shengxing and his men ate people.
Is it simply to satisfy one's own appetite? Or is there a deeper reason...
But in Liaoyuan Mansion and Liexing Mansion, there are slaves who have no power to make decisions for themselves.
Just like Bird Thirteen and Fish Sixteen, if they met a master like Li Shengxing, wouldn’t such miserable things be everywhere?
Thinking of this, Chu Qing's murderous intent became even stronger.
At this moment, the entire Qiushi Villa was shaking.
I thought they were just a few petty thieves who could be easily dealt with, but the noise became bigger and bigger.
This makes many people feel uneasy...
Yu Shiliu led Chu Qing through a secret door.
There is a staircase downstairs. There are not many guards here. Bird Thirteen and Fish Sixteen had come down by accident and were not discovered.
But this time it was different.
A figure stood in the secret passage, quietly watching Chu Qing and his group.
Behind the figure is a secret room.
Someone was making a fire and boiling water. The smell of seasoning could be smelled faintly. A middle-aged man was sitting in front of the boiling pot.
He tilted his head, looked at the empty shelf, and sighed softly:
"I was wondering why Lao Bai hadn't come yet...it turns out he had an accident."
"Are you Wang Kuan?"
Chu Qing spoke softly.
"Exactly."
Wang Kuan nodded:
“From your voice, you seem quite young, and it’s not easy for you to make it all the way here.
"Why, you plan to be a hero? To uphold justice for the people?
"Boy, let me give you a piece of advice. All heroes die early. Why bother?"
Chu Qing did not respond to his question, but asked:
“Human flesh… is it really delicious?”
"Would you like to try it together?"
Wang Kuan looked back at Chu Qing, his eyes flickering with a strange luster:
“Once you try it, you’ll never forget it.”
"Li Shengxing, are you eating too?"
"It's mainly for the master. I'm a servant, so I just eat something occasionally."
Wang Kuan waved his hand gently:
"Let me introduce you. The person standing in front of you is the personal bodyguard chosen by the master for me.
"His surname is Xu, and his name is Zhen. He once killed the King of Fengyang with one punch. The seven great masters in Fengyang City fought for three months but were unable to kill him... His martial arts skills are perhaps second only to those of the master."
Chu Qing raised his eyebrows:
"Master?" "I don't dare."
Xu Zhen clasped his fists slightly and looked at Chu Qing with cold eyes.
Chu Qing nodded, reached out and grabbed it.
Xu Zhen's pupils shrank, and his arms shook with a faint sound of wind and thunder. Then he lowered his waist, sat on the horse, and punched out.
The fist wind rises, the wind and thunder roar!
But there was a sound of "pa pa", and the fist fell into Chu Qing's palm, but there was not even a splash.
Xu Zhen's face changed drastically. He felt a brutal force coming from Chu Qing's five fingers, and heard a crackling sound. His proud iron fist was like tofu in Chu Qing's hand. In an instant, one of his hands was crushed to pieces.
"what!!!!"
Xu Zhen couldn't help but scream.
He still wanted to struggle, but Chu Qing made continuous moves with both hands, and every time he struck Xu Zhen, there was a cracking sound.
He even lifted the man up into the air with a casual pull, and made him spin in the air with a flick of his hand. Chu Qing used both hands to carefully break all the bones in his body from top to bottom.
Finally, he flicked his hand and threw it in front of Wang Kuan.
The pot was overturned, and the coals underneath burned my skin, giving off a pungent meaty aroma.
However, every bone in Xu Zhen's body had been crushed, leaving only his skull intact. He couldn't dodge, and he was powerless to struggle. He could only lie on the charcoal fire, wailing.
As Wang Kuan's expression suddenly changed, Chu Qing slowly spoke:
"It seems that in front of me, he really doesn't dare to call himself a master. He calls himself a joke... that's more like it."
Wang Kuan suddenly looked at Chu Qing:
"Who are you?"
Chu Qing hooked his five fingers, and Wang Kuan felt that he had no resistance at all. He was pulled by a great force and fell directly into Chu Qing's hands.
When their eyes met, there was no warmth in Chu Qing's eyes:
"You'll know."
After he finished speaking, Wang Kuan felt a brutal force rushing into his meridians. He wanted to use his internal energy to resist, but unfortunately, in Chu Qing's view, his internal energy was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, and could be completely ignored.
However, Chu Qing did not completely ignore it.
On the contrary, I was a little surprised:
"This force... seems to be a little wrong."
Wang Kuan's force was sinister and sticky, and seemed to have the ability to corrode internal strength.
However, Chu Qing used the Yin and Yang energies of the Nine Chapters of the Divine Jade to grind them, so this force became insignificant.
But if it were someone else, even if his internal strength was far superior to Wang Kuan, he might still fall into his trap.
"What kind of martial arts do you practice?"
Chu Qing looked at Wang Kuan coldly.
Wang Kuan was restrained by Chu Qing's internal energy and could not move. He could still speak from his mouth, but he bit his lips tightly and said nothing.
Instead, Wu Qianhuan's voice came from the side:
"Are you practicing the [Heart-Transforming Demonic Art]?"
Wang Kuan looked up suddenly:
"you……"
As soon as he said the word "you", his expression became even more exaggerated:
"How did it get into your hands? Give it back to me!!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Qing turned around to look, and saw Wenrou holding a small booklet in her hand and handing it to Wu Qianhuan.
Wu Qianhuan saw the name on the cover...
Chu Qing blinked:
"This...was picked up?"
Gentle nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, in this secret passage."
Chu Qing felt that he was probably blind... How come this thing was in this secret passage, but he didn't see it at all?
Or is this the special ability of the innate holy body that picks up things?
However, Wenrou hasn't picked up any strange things recently, and Chu Qing almost forgot that this girl has such a great ability.
Wenrou handed the [Heart-Transforming Demonic Art] to Chu Qing.
Chu Qing was not in a hurry to open it. He first took Wang Kuan out to kill someone.
Throughout the entire Qiushi Villa, Chu Qing never let anyone go.
At the beginning, they placed their hopes on the guards and Wang Kuan, but later they found that no matter how many guards came, it was useless.
As for Wang Kuan...
He has fallen into Chu Qing's hands.
Only then did these people think of running away.
But they couldn't just run away like that, so many people started packing up their things, including gold, silver and valuables... After leaving here, they had to eat, they couldn't leave empty-handed.
But such delay would be fatal to them.
In the end, almost all the people in Qiushi Villa were killed by Chu Qing.
Yu Shiliu just led Chu Qing to find those who were locked in the cages.
These people are generally not too old. Those who are 20 years old are the oldest. The younger ones are seven or eight years old, and some are eleven or twelve years old.
Yu Shiliu is only sixteen years old this year.
After releasing them all from the cages, a group of people looked at Chu Qing cautiously.
No one, whether a child or a teenager, dared to speak.
There was caution and care on his face.
Chu Qing looked at them, and was silent for a while.
How to arrange them afterwards is also a difficult problem.
But we can't just leave it alone...
So he asked Yu Shiliu to take them out and wait.
Chu Qing put Wang Kuan on the ground, took out the book [Demon Power of Heart Transformation] and started reading.
At first glance, Chu Qing frowned slightly.
I feel that the method of this [Demon Heart Transformation Art] seems somewhat familiar... After taking another look, I am sure that this magic art should be from the same origin as the [Demon Heart Hate Art] that Tang Xi and others in Luoyu Hall of Tianwu City were practicing at that time.
[The Hateful Demonic Art] is based on "hatred" and cultivates a breath of bitter hatred.
[The Heart-Transforming Demonic Art] is based on 'fear'. People who practice it must be extremely frightened, if only to the point of being scared to death. Only by practicing with such a fearful heart can the best effect be achieved.
However, the book in Wang Kuan's hand was not a complete set of [Demon Heart Transformation Skills].
What is recorded therein are only the introductory techniques for the first three levels.
Therefore, the first question Chu Qing asked Wang Kuan was:
"Where did you get this secret book?"
Wang Kuan said nothing, but sneered:
"If you have the guts, you can kill me..."
“Killing you is the intention of the title, you can’t escape this.
"But before you die, how much torture you endure is up to you."
While Chu Qing was speaking, he flipped his palm and faint yin and yang energies rose from his forehead, philtrum, and temples on both sides.
Immediately afterwards, a palm slowly fell on Wang Kuan's head.
The next moment, a shrill scream came out of Wang Kuan's mouth.
Xuantian Wujin Palm!
This is actually a method of torture. Once it is carried out, it is like being stabbed by thousands of needles. The pain is no less than opening the cavity, dissecting the lungs, and severing the meridians.
It is not much inferior to Wen Fusheng's [Soul-piercing Finger].
(End of this chapter)