24: The murderer Jiang Hanwen

Old Man Gu's forehead was drenched in cold sweat as he roared at his two sons:

"Run!"

"Can you escape?"

Jiang Hanwen rolled up his sleeves and charged at the three men.

Although the two sons had some strength, they were merely farmers.

Neither their reaction speed nor their strength was a match for Jiang Hanwen.

Not to mention Jiang Hanwen's familiarity with boxing, which he wielded effortlessly.

A quarter of an hour later.

The Gu family's house was ablaze. Jiang Hanwen, covered in blood, walked to where Cao Meng was hiding.

"Cao Meng, get up, lead the way."

Cao Meng looked at Jiang Hanwen in fear, swallowing hard.

Brother Jiang was covered in fresh blood, like a Devil King straight out of a storybook. An unprecedented sense of unfamiliarity and terror crept into his heart.

The firelight was bright. He looked towards the flames, nodded blankly, and stammered, "O-okay... okay, I'll lead... lead the way."

The house where Black Face lived was larger, and a faint scent of barbecue wafted from the courtyard.

Cao Meng found a place to hide far away, watching Jiang Hanwen, who was heading straight for the courtyard, in terror.

The main gate was open, and Jiang Hanwen walked directly into the courtyard.

The strong smell of blood and the fresh red stains on him clearly indicated that he was not there with good intentions.

"Friend, coming to my house so late, have you perhaps come to the wrong door?"

The so-called Black Face were three brothers, named so because of their dark faces and ruthless methods.

The eldest spoke, his left hand reaching for his waist, while his two brothers stood up to block the view.

"Are you trying to scare your dad, you bastard? I haven't not seen blood before!"

"Clang!"

Two sharp daggers were drawn.

"Kill!"

With a roar to bolster their courage, the two men charged at Jiang Hanwen.

"Whoosh!"

An imperceptible friction sound rang out as a dart flew through the gap between the two brothers, coming from the shadows towards Jiang Hanwen.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew as Jiang Hanwen blocked the Flying Locust Stone with his dagger.

The Gu family were the main culprits, but it was these three men who actually broke his father's left leg.

"Swish~"

"Swish~"

The two in front drew out their gleaming silver and stabbed towards Jiang Hanwen.

Close-range cover, long-range attack; the three cooperated tacitly.

But alas, what good were three burly men?

Against Jiang Hanwen, who was at the second stage of Mortal Transformation, they were merely targets for dimensional reduction.

Two straight blade edges, one left and one right, stabbed towards him.

Jiang Hanwen stepped back and to the left to dodge, his dagger accurately slashing across the left man's upper shoulder, blood gushing out.

The blade cut through like tofu, smooth on both sides, a three-inch deep wound, scraping along the surface of the bone.

"Ah!"

The man clutched his bleeding right hand and quickly retreated.

Their first joint attack failed, and the second brother even took a stab.

The eldest, holding two Flying Locust Stones, had a grim expression. The situation was tricky; their three brothers might not be able to win.

"Friend, we—"

Jiang Hanwen's eyes held only pure and cold killing intent as he charged again at the speaking eldest brother.

In this world, whoever dared to harm a single hair on his father's head...

Would die!

A quarter of an hour later, three men, covered in wounds, lay on the ground begging for mercy.

Their tendons in hands and feet were all severed; even if they tried to run now, they couldn't move.

Jiang Hanwen pulled over a chair and sat in the courtyard.

"Who was it that broke my father's leg?"

"Him!"

The two subordinates simultaneously pointed at the eldest brother in the middle.

"He did it personally. My second brother and I both said not to be too ruthless, but he said he would teach us to exploit the helpless!"

"Nonsense! It was clearly you two who said to break his leg so we could search the house.

I didn't even lay a hand on him!" The eldest brother, betrayed by his siblings, his eyes filled with rage.

"It seems it's hard to tell who did it." Jiang Hanwen's mouth curved into a satisfied arc. He picked up his dagger and successively plunged it into the knees of all three men.

The dagger plunged into the knee, hit the bone, and was then violently pulled out, sending sprays of blood.

"Swish swish swish~"

Each thrust and pull was accompanied by screams and splashes of blood.

In the silent night, the wails of the three brothers echoed through the wilderness.

Gurgling blood flowed into a red stream, gathering by the door.

The three men huddled together, clutching their knees, looking at Jiang Hanwen with terror.

This man's eyes had not changed from the moment he entered until now.

Pure black, like an abyss.

"I'll ask one last time, who did it?"

"It was... me~"

The eldest spoke weakly, his pale lips moving:

"I... I beg you, spare my two brothers."

"No problem." Jiang Hanwen nodded, walked to the two men, and with a 'swish', plunged the dagger into their legs, sliding it down along the bone.

"Ah!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed through the sky.

The eldest brother's eyes widened, bloodshot, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Yellow urine mixed with fresh blood flowed out.

What did he see?

He saw Jiang Hanwen skinning his two brothers alive!

He was evil, he was fierce, but it was just extortion.

At most, he would beat people's limbs. When had he ever seen such a scene?

"I was wrong... I was wrong."

Drizzle~

A light rain fell from the sky. In the sound of the rain, the wails were like the hoarse cries of jackals, piercing and chilling.

In this world, if apologies worked, what would be the use of the law?

A moment later, the two younger brothers were stripped naked.

Jiang Hanwen's blood-red eyes fixed on the eldest brother.

"I beg you, give me a quick death. There's something in the house... it's under the water vat."

"Swish!"

A knife plunged into his arm, and along the bone, it continued to carve downwards.

In a short while, six bodies appeared on the ground.

Three had flesh but no bones, and three had bones but no flesh.

Jiang Hanwen walked into the house, moved the water vat, and a peach-wood box came into view.

Opening the box, it was a thin, yellowed old book, "Flying Locust Stone."

Picking up the book, Jiang Hanwen stepped into the rain... The next day, it was heard that Jiang Hanwen had already brought his father back to the Zhuang family.

Someone, emboldened, gently pushed open the three brothers' door.

On the ground, blood flowed like a torrent, forming a pool of crimson. A strong,fishy smell smell permeated the air, like Hell itself.

"Ugh!"

The first person to push open the door vomited.

"So timid, move aside, let me see!"

"Ugh!"

The bloody scene brutally shattered everyone's psychological defenses, and a group of people at the doorway vomited.

Along the wall, a dark shadow slipped past.

Half an hour later, a grey-robed man in black arrived at the Zhuang family, in the small house symbolizing the highest authority.

"Are you sure the house was like that?" Zhuang Xian's eyes were filled with disbelief after hearing his subordinate's report.

A kind-hearted subordinate with a childlike innocence would actually do such a thing.

"The skinning was very clumsy, he should be doing this for the first time, but it is indeed so."

"Alright, you can go. Don't tell anyone about today's events."

"Yes!"

After the man left, Zhuang Xian snapped off a flower stem.

"Jiang Hanwen, heh, you really gave me a surprise." Zhuang Xian's eyes flickered with curious light, fixed on the delicate flower bud, as if he had found a rare treasure.

It seemed that this boy's father was his weakness.

At this time, in the Medicine Field, inside Jiang Hanwen's house.

Soup was simmering on the stove, bubbling.

By the fire, Jiang Hanwen was fanning it, seven-inch long orange-yellow flames like sawteeth, flowing around the black clay pot.

On the bed to the side, Jiang Yong closed his eyes, sleeping soundly.

A quarter of an hour later, in the clay pot, the brown medicinal soup was rich and thick, already brewed.

Jiang Hanwen poured the medicinal soup, his face pale.

He looked at the fine drizzle outside the window, his mind still replaying everything from last night.