318: Chapter 318 Revenge

Shen Village.

Zhou Zhenhua's house.

Outside the main gate.

Doudou's crazy actions spread like wildfire, quickly reaching every corner of the village. The men, women, young, and old, who had been staying at home, came out one after another and gathered around Zhou Zhenhua's house. Soon, they had surrounded it, three layers deep, with some even climbing onto trees or rooftops to watch the spectacle.

Some even took out their phones to record it.

At the same time, these villagers also understood that Zhou Zhenhua had not died by accident, but had been murdered.

They also understood one thing: Han Jingyang had come to Shen Village with ulterior motives; not only did he stand by while Zhou Zhenhua was killed, but he also intended to use the entire village to achieve his goals.

Simply put, Han Jingyang had schemed against their entire village and had even caused a death.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

The attitude of the villagers shifted from whispering to anger.

When Doudou pointed at Han Jingyang's nose and shouted, "Kneel down!"

The villagers' emotions were stirred up along with her.

It was unclear who started it, but someone shouted "Kneel down!" and the other villagers immediately followed suit.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

The roaring grew louder and louder.

The glass on the doors and windows rattled from the vibrations.

Han Jingyang was surrounded in the middle and could even feel the wave of sound hitting him.

His ears were filled with nothing but the deafening roars.

However, he remained composed.

Not just him, Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing also remained composed.

This was nothing compared to what they had seen.

They had already experienced this at the villa of the Three Liu Brothers in Xiaohe Village.

The Lin Sisters were different. Although they had been wandering the world for many years, this was the first time they had experienced such a situation. When out and about, they prioritized harmony and wealth, and even when causing trouble, they preferred to act stealthily, never having experienced being the target of thousands of pointing fingers.

Truly being the target of thousands of pointing fingers.

Hundreds of villagers, with red faces and thick necks, surrounded them, pointing at their noses and demanding they kneel. The overwhelming sense of oppression made the two of them tremble, and they could only try their best to huddle close to Liu Jing.

They had witnessed Liu Jing's combat prowess and knew that Liu Jing was the true powerhouse of this small team.

In this situation, they trusted solid, real combat power more.

dharma instrument?

Faced with hundreds of angry villagers, dharma instruments and spells might fail; this involved factors like spirit, belief, and willpower, which they didn't fully understand.

They only knew that no matter how powerful a master of metaphysics was, they had no chance of winning against a team of ordinary soldiers who were united and full of fighting spirit; any spell or metaphysics would completely fail.

These elderly and weak villagers were the same.

The numbers were sufficient.

Their emotions were high, and their beliefs were unified.

In this situation, even the most brilliant spell was not as practical as a sharp broadsword.

The villagers might not have known these common facts.

But someone did.

Under intentional or unintentional guidance, the villagers' emotions became even more furious, and their slogans more forceful. Even the villagers who arrived later were swept up by the emotion, waving their fists and screaming "Kneel down!" at the top of their lungs.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

Han Jingyang stared at Doudou's crazed face and sighed.

Kneel down?

That was impossible.

He wouldn't kneel even if he died.

He would kneel to heaven, earth, parents, grandparents, teachers, and ancestors, but never to power or intimidation.

So, he shook his head slightly: "That is impossible."

Doudou flew into a rage instantly, thrusting both arms out to grab Han Jingyang's neck: "Then go be buried with my father!"

The moment Doudou made her move, Liu Jing acted.

Liu Jing pressed down on Doudou's shoulders.

Doudou, who had jumped up, was instantly pressed down.

However, in that very instant, Doudou's body went limp, and she collapsed sideways onto the ground, motionless.

The whole scene fell silent instantly.

Liu Jing also panicked and hurriedly lowered her head to check on Doudou's condition.

At this moment, someone among the villagers shouted: "Han Jingyang killed someone—"

The villagers instantly fell into chaos.

Murder—this word was too far removed from their daily lives. Suddenly hearing this word, the anger from just a moment ago vanished.

However, someone else shouted: "Men and women of Shen Village, with so many of us here, are we going to let an outsider bully us?"

Someone replied: "No!"

"Then what should we do?"

"Revenge!"

"Yes, revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

The calls for revenge began to spread from a small group, from two or three people to a dozen, then to dozens, growing ever more intense.

In about thirty seconds, the calls for revenge replaced "Kneel down" and condensed into a powerful force that rushed toward Han Jingyang.

The momentum was even greater.

The villagers moved forward while shouting, grabbing whatever they could find nearby to use as weapons.

Their movement speed increased.

Within a few breaths, they rushed to Han Jingyang's side.

Now, even Liu Jing panicked, staring nervously at Han Jingyang, waiting for his next order.

If a real fight broke out, Liu Jing was not afraid.

But by then, casualties would be inevitable.

Once a villager was killed or injured, Han Jingyang would definitely be arrested or even sentenced; otherwise, there would be no way to answer to the victim's family, the villagers, and the public.

In the information age, such things could not be hidden.

If handled improperly, it would lead to a situation of nationwide condemnation, and no local authority would take such a risk.

The Lin Sisters were even more panicked.

Just a moment ago, it was only about making Han Jingyang kneel.

But now, it was about revenge.

What is revenge?

Blood for blood, life for a life.

That is revenge.

Were they going to meet their end here today?

Or... was there a turning point?

They subconsciously looked up at Han Jingyang.

Han Jingyang slowly turned around, facing the crazed faces gradually closing in, and expressionlessly spat out one word: "Get lost!"

Majesty!

The tone was not high.

The volume was not loud either.

But as soon as this sound came out, the angry villagers instantly quieted down, and under Han Jingyang's calm gaze, they began to slowly retreat.

The thunderous cries of "Revenge" instantly subsided.

It was like firecrackers popping, suddenly extinguished by cold water; the sound ceased abruptly.

Not just the sound.

Even the emotions were the same.

The gnashing, angry villagers were like they had been cast with a spell, instantly switching from a state of rage back to a timid and obedient appearance.

The Lin Sisters looked at Han Jingyang, then at the villagers who were silently retreating without a word, their eyes filled with disbelief.

How was this done?

A single word "Get lost" solved such a big problem?

Did this word actually have some kind of unknown, magical effect?

Or... was it a spell?

But what kind of spell could be infused into a single word and instantly suppress hundreds of angry villagers?

This was unreasonable!

Very, very unreasonable!

However, the facts were right in front of them, and the Lin Sisters had to admit that Han Jingyang's power and mysterious nature exceeded their imagination. Since they had met Han Jingyang, every incident had refreshed their understanding of him.

Powerful!

Mysterious!

Cannot be judged by common sense!

This was the Lin Sisters' assessment of Han Jingyang.

However, the complexity of today's matter was far beyond imagination and definitely could not be solved just by yelling at the villagers to back off.

The most critical issue lay with Doudou.

It lay in the death of Doudou's father, Zhou Zhenhua.

Lin Yuelan quietly observed Han Jingyang's handsome profile, unable to help but wonder how Han Jingyang would resolve this?

Just at this moment, Doudou, who was lying on the ground, twitched her eyelids slightly, and a black-red aura slowly emerged from her body, gradually condensing into a huge woman's face.

The woman's face looked down from above the courtyard at everyone inside, finally fixing its gaze on Han Jingyang, and slowly revealed an eerie smile.