220: Chapter 220 Get out

With Liu Qing's impassioned performance and the instigation of those with ulterior motives, the villagers were incensed, surrounding Han Jingyang and his three companions even more tightly.

Facing the angry villagers, Liu Jing felt panicked, but she did not take a single step back, instead drawing her combat saber and pointing it at the encroaching crowd.

Shi Xiaoya was much calmer; she held her katana, watching the villagers coldly without retreating a single step either.

Xu Xin was also guarding Han Jingyang, but his expression was far more complex. Watching Liu Qing's performance, he looked very disappointed, his eyes filled with nothing but disdain and disgust, even harboring a hint of killing intent.

Han Jingyang was not the least bit flustered.

But he was extremely angry.

At a time like this, this beast of a person still wanted to quibble.

Not only was he quibbling, but he was also twisting the truth and biting back.

And he somehow made it sound reasonable, making it impossible for me to explain.

How could I explain?

How can one explain metaphysics?

At this moment, the village head hesitated before speaking: "My friends, we really cannot listen to only one side of the story in matters like this. Let's call the police. The police will investigate what is true and what is false. If Liu Qing and his group are guilty, the police will surely enforce the law impartially. If they are innocent, causing such a scene is meaningless. After all, by doing this, you are causing our entire village and over two thousand people to lose face."

Hearing this, Liu Qing cried even louder: "Brother Zhilin, you must help me get justice. My mother was your aunt, after all, and she helped you plenty when you were little. You can't just stand by and watch as your aunt is denied peace even in death, can you? Twice! Twice! This little punk is bullying us too much. Brother Zhilin, you are the village head; you cannot sit idly by."

The village head frowned again.

Liu Qing threw himself beside the coffin, holding onto it while continuing to wail: "Mom, I'm sorry. I couldn't take good care of you when you were alive, and I still couldn't take good care of you after you died. I'm sorry. I, I will go down to accompany you."

Saying this, he slammed his head against the coffin.

"Thud—"

The coffin emitted a dull thud from the impact.

Once, twice.

By the third time, Liu Qing was already covered in blood, dizzy, and barely able to stand.

The village head hurriedly supported Liu Qing and shouted loudly: "Call the police quickly! From now on, no one is allowed to speak nonsense. Wait for the investigation results. Right now, I don't believe anyone; I only believe the police."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xin stepped forward and sternly rebuked: "Liu Zhilin, are you trying to shield this animal?"

The village head, Liu Zhilin, snorted with a livid expression: "I said, everyone shut up."

He stared fixedly at Han Jingyang as he spoke: "I don't care who you are or what grievances you have with Liu Qing, you are not allowed to cause trouble today. Liu Qing and his group will be investigated by the police and tried by the court. The old lady's coffin must also be carried out and buried on time. Whether the old man is truly dead or faking it, send him to the hospital first."

Pausing here, he repeated: "Today, no one is allowed to cause trouble. Whoever causes trouble is going against our entire Xiaohe Village."

This statement made the surrounding villagers cheer in unison.

"That's right! Whoever causes trouble is going against our Xiaohe Village!"

"Call the police if you need to, go to the hospital if you need to. The old aunt's affairs cannot be delayed."

"This is Xiaohe Village! No one can bully us!"

"There are no cowards in Xiaohe Village!"

"If you're not from Xiaohe Village, get out!"

"Get out—"

"Get out—"

"Get out—"

The waves of sound grew louder and louder.

At first, only three or five people were shouting, but soon it grew to over a dozen, and then even the confused villagers who couldn't squeeze in were shouting loudly from the outermost ring.

The people were united, and the momentum was earth-shaking.

At this point, even Shi Xiaoya could not remain calm; she gripped her katana with both hands, watching the villagers who were closing in more and more vigilantly.

Han Jingyang was also startled by the deafening shouts.

He looked back and saw face after face filled with anger.

Damn it!

If this isn't handled well, today really won't end well.

Although he could break out, if he actually resorted to force, there would inevitably be injuries or even deaths, which would be hard to resolve later.

What to do?

Back down and call the police?

Or...

Han Jingyang took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand.

He was over 1.8 meters tall. While not the tallest in Lu Province, he was well above average, and since he was already at the center of the crowd, his movement immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The angry shouts gradually stopped, and the waves of sound slowly subsided.

Very good.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Han Jingyang waited for everyone to quiet down before speaking unhurriedly: "I have other things to do and no interest in entangling with you. I will only state the facts now. First, I guarantee that everything I say is true. Second, I have already defeated the real culprit, that is, the so-called expert, Mr. Tian, whom Liu Qing mentioned."

He paused for a few seconds here before continuing: "As for what exactly Liu Qing has done, let him confess it himself."

The dizzy Liu Qing was shocked upon hearing Han Jingyang's words and rushed unsteadily toward Han Jingyang: "I'll fight you to the death!"

Xu Xin stepped forward to intercept him.

Han Jingyang unhurriedly set up an altar, lit incense and candles, and then shook the sanqing bell.

The crisp "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound of the bell rang out, echoing in the not-so-large courtyard, causing the angry villagers to slowly calm down.

Many villagers had witnessed Han Jingyang's Dragon Slaying with their own eyes. Once they calmed down, they suddenly realized they were not facing an ordinary person, but a Feng Shui Master capable of summoning deities. If they offended such a person and were targeted by him, would they have any good days ahead?

Therefore, those with quick wits had already started to quietly retreat.

At this moment, Liu Qing, who had just been extremely angry, crying, and shouting that he would fight Han Jingyang to the death, suddenly went quiet. He stood there like a wooden puppet, letting the wound on his forehead bleed continuously, looking exceptionally eerie.

The village head was also startled; he looked directly at Han Jingyang, his expression becoming even more complex.

Village head Liu Zhilin and Liu Qing were cousins. Although they were distantly related, their relationship had always been good. While he didn't know about the rotten things Liu Qing and his three brothers had done, he was experienced in grassroots work. Seeing Liu Jingyun in the coffin and observing the reactions of Liu Qing's three brothers, he knew there must be something fishy.

However, considering that if this matter got out, it would be a huge blow to Xiaohe Village's reputation, he wanted to call the police to minimize the issue, hoping to resolve the big matter into a small one and the small one into nothing, wanting to reduce the impact to a minimum.

But now, seeing Liu Qing suddenly turn into a wooden puppet, he immediately realized this was Han Jingyang's method, and thus extinguished any thought of continuing to protect Liu Qing.

Han Jingyang shook the bell, quietly activating the "Mind Confusion" attribute.

After pretending to circle around for a bit, he walked up to Liu Qing and asked calmly: "Liu Qing, introduce yourself."

Liu Qing answered blankly: "My name is Liu Qing, from Xiaohe Village, fifty-six years old this year, my birthday is the second day of the sixth lunar month, and I am the boss of Yitian Real Estate Development Company..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the villagers were greatly shocked.

"Is it true?"

"It must be true; at least the age and birthday are correct."

"What kind of method is this?"

"Hypnosis, probably."

"Amazing, he hypnotized a grown man without making a sound, and in such a noisy environment too."

"Let's see if we can ask him something."

"This young man is so capable, maybe what he said is true."

"If it's true, then doesn't that mean..."