320: Chapter 320 Thunderclap

The woman's face was extremely fast!

After all, it was not a physical entity.

Instead, it was a primordial spirit, a spiritual entity, a specially refined soul!

As long as she could escape back into Dou Dou's body, she would be safe.

However, this was a skill.

A skill identified by Han Jingyang's Appraisal Technique.

It was the only one of its kind in the entire world!

The woman's face had no idea what these skills meant.

And it had no idea of the true power of these skills.

Besides, no matter how fast the woman's face was, could it be faster than lightning?

Therefore, just as the woman's face left Han Jingyang's body, it was enveloped by the blazing electric light. Only a wisp of energy as thin as a hair managed to break through the dense electric light and burrow into Dou Dou's body.

The electric light lasted for less than three seconds.

The electric light vanished.

The peach wood sword also dissipated its form, turning into a stream of blue energy that returned to the Thunder-Struck Peach Wood Sword.

Han Jingyang had only brought Shi Xiaoya with him, so naturally, he wouldn't go unprepared. Not only did he bring all his protective items, but he also carried a large pile of small items—offensive, defensive, healing, you name it.

He even brought three peach wood swords.

The ones that had just appeared were a Grade 5 small sword carved from century-old peach wood core and a Grade 6 peach wood sword carved from thunder-struck peach wood.

Both carried the Evil-Warding attribute, and the Grade 6 thunder-struck peach wood sword also carried the "Warding Off a Hundred Evils" skill.

Once the skill was released, the hideous and terrifying woman's face instantly retreated in defeat.

This was a skill!

Every skill was quite extraordinary!

In other words, there were only useless items, not useless skills.

Once a skill is unleashed, who can compete?

This was also the source of Han Jingyang's confidence in daring to step into this whirlpool.

Without these skills, he would absolutely not meddle in this mess; he would just close his doors and live his own little life.

Thinking this, he smiled slightly at Lin Yuegui: "Thank you."

Lin Yuegui was stunned and hurriedly closed her eyes to sense, but she sensed nothing. Everything had vanished. The evil and powerful evil spirit she had just felt was gone, not even a trace left behind.

How did he do it?

Warding Off a Hundred Evils?

Was it a dharma instrument skill?

Or was it a spell mastered by Han Jingyang himself?

He clearly hadn't seen Han Jingyang take out a dharma instrument, right?

Moreover, was this skill so overbearing? Why did she also sense the presence of heavenly thunder?

Could the spell "Warding Off a Hundred Evils" summon heavenly thunder?

This was too powerful, right?

Ridiculously strong!

Even the purple-robed and red-robed mages of the major sects couldn't summon such powerful heavenly thunder, right?

What exactly was Han Jingyang's background?

How powerful must a heritage be to cultivate such a powerful successor?

Terrifying!

Thinking of this, Lin Yuegui's attitude toward Han Jingyang became even more respectful.

Meanwhile.

The woman's face was almost completely obliterated.

Far away in a quiet room at the Sunshine Garden Villa Community in downtown Quancheng, Lyu Zhiqiang clutched his head and screamed: "Ah—Han Jingyang, I will never share the sky with you! How dare you destroy my divine avatar, just you wait!"

Following Lyu Zhiqiang's scream, the women in the oil paintings on the wall also moved, clutching their heads in a terrified manner.

For a moment, the scene was extremely eerie.

Han Jingyang naturally did not know about the events at the Sunshine Garden Villa Community, and he didn't even notice the subtle change in Lin Yuegui's attitude.

His attention was entirely on the woman's face that had suddenly appeared.

The appearance of this woman's face made him realize that the culprit's strength might be even greater.

Stronger than previously predicted.

The woman's face looked like Dou Dous Mother; there was already one in the oil painting at Jiguang Zhai, and now this was the second, and it was hidden inside Dou Dou's body.

This meant that there was not just one such woman's face, but at least two, or even more.

This kind of skill, similar to a divine avatar technique, might have average individual combat power, but it was eerie enough and hidden enough. Dealing with it was even trickier than dealing with a super expert like Tian Chunming, because apart from the culprit, no one knew how many such women's faces there actually were. What if there were hundreds or thousands of them...

Just thinking about it was terrifying.

However, one must always face what needs to be faced.

Never mind hundreds or thousands; even if there were tens or hundreds of thousands, they would all have to be destroyed one by one.

If he hadn't gotten involved in the beginning, then so be it.

Since he had intervened in this matter, he could not give up halfway.

Shrinking back in the face of battle was not his style.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang's gaze became even firmer. He nodded at Shi Xiaoya: "Go into the house and search; find all the oil paintings inside."

Shi Xiaoya nodded and turned to enter the house.

At this moment, the village chief, Deng Darong, arrived, leading a dozen or so young men, pushing a flatbed cart. The cart was fully loaded and covered with a black cloth: "Mr. Han, everything is here."

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. I personally led the team to knock on doors and search."

"Any problems?"

"That depends on your methods, Mr. Han. If you can convince them, naturally there will be no problems. Otherwise, we can only use force combined with compensation," Deng Darong said, laughing freely: "Of course, as long as the safety hazard can be eliminated, I am willing to be removed from my position."

Han Jingyang nodded. He had previously underestimated this short, fat man; he hadn't expected him to have some sense of responsibility.

Not to mention anything else, being able to find people, pry open doors, break into villagers' homes, and collect all the oil paintings in such a short time was not something an ordinary person could do.

Efficient.

Precise.

Decisive.

He was worthy of being someone who had traversed the world.

If it were anyone else, they might still be struggling with whether Han Jingyang's words were credible.

However, the more this was the case, the more he had to handle this matter well.

Otherwise, this short, fat man would definitely be in trouble. He could easily be convicted of burglary. Even if he wasn't sentenced, he wouldn't be able to keep this small official position, and having a criminal record might even affect his descendants.

Therefore, he beckoned to the doorway: "Come in. Send someone in charge, an elder, and if there's a practitioner of metaphysics, bring them along too. Today, I, Han Jingyang, will give you an explanation for this."

The villagers looked at each other, a bit afraid.

Just a moment ago, their emotions had run high; they were shouting for Han Jingyang to kneel, and even wanted to kill Han Jingyang.

Now that they had calmed down, even those who weren't very bright realized that there must be something going on here.

Moreover, those at the door had seen Han Jingyang's actions with their own eyes. Although they could only see Han Jingyang's movements, they could still sense the thick scent of metaphysics in them.

Coupled with the occasion...

Only a fool would step forward.

The person in charge was indeed responsible. Rubbing his bruised neck, he stood out: "Today's matter indeed needs to be discussed thoroughly. Shen Village cannot be in chaos, and there can be no more deaths. Moreover, since there are suspicious circumstances surrounding Zhou Zhenhua's death, Mr. Han, as a witness and even to some extent a suspect, you also need to explain the villagers' doubts."

Han Jingyang nodded: "That is only right. Even if you didn't say it, I would do so. However, I still hope you can calm everyone's emotions. I'm worried... that you might not be able to accept the cruel truth."

The person in charge frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Literally. In this incident, most of the people in the village are participants, either actively or passively. Setting aside earlier matters, the murder of Zhou Zhenhua might just be the handiwork of one of the villagers."

"Impossible!"

"Don't be so absolute. Of course, what I mean is that he might not have consciously or actively killed Zhou Zhenhua, but it is very likely that he became an accomplice to the culprit unknowingly."

The person in charge's expression changed. He turned his head to look at the door and roared: "Where is Zhou Laosan?"