323: Chapter 323 Pig-Headed Man

Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya were also watching intently; even though they had seen it several times already, such a mystical and magnificent scene never ceased to be fascinating no matter how many times they watched it.

This was genuine sword qi, completely different from the special effects created in movies and TV shows.

The Lin Sisters, Lin Yuelan and Lin Yuegui, were witnessing this magical scene for the first time; they were so excited and thrilled that their bodies were trembling.

So, their boss, who looked so weak, actually possessed such powerful magic.

If they had chosen to fight head-on during the battle in Xipo Village, everyone present, including Li Mingjian and the two sisters, would have died under this sword qi without any ability to fight back.

Yet now, Han Jingyang was using such powerful sword qi just to cause destruction.

What a waste of a divine gift! It was too wasteful.

However, the two sisters dared not say anything and could only watch helplessly as the sharp sword qi darted back and forth through the pile of oil paintings.

Soon, all hundred-plus oil paintings were destroyed, and the black aura lurking within them slowly emerged after being pierced by the sword qi, quickly dissipating into the air.

The oil paintings were still the same, but they no longer possessed their previous eerie nature.

The villagers who had been manipulated by the oil paintings rushed up to Han Jingyang and then all clutched their heads and wailed in unison.

The sword qi did not attack them directly; it only severed the medium through which they were being manipulated.

However, this link, rooted deep within their primordial spirits and souls, was not so simple; with the medium broken, they could still feel the sensation of the sword qi passing through their bodies.

Over two hundred people clutching their heads and wailing in unison was quite an eerie sight, but it was infinitely better than before.

Once the sword qi vanished, Deng Darong came back to his senses and quickly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Han. This was truly an eye-opener. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know how this matter would have ended."

Han Jingyang nodded slightly: "As I said before, I won't stand idly by when I see something like this. Regardless of what others think or feel, I only do things for my own sake."

"It's only right, it's only right," Deng Darong said with a fawning smile: "Nowadays, people don't like those who are full of empty talk about benevolence and morality; they prefer someone straightforward and frank like you, Mr. Han."

Straightforward and frank? Heh.

Han Jingyang smiled and pointed at the wailing crowd in the courtyard: "Just let them rest for a while, and they'll be fine."

"And what about the rest of the matter..."

"Right, there's also the matter of the culprit. However, it's most appropriate for Dou Dou, or rather, Dou Dous Mother, to tell that story."

"Ah? Dou Dous Mother?"

Han Jingyang turned his head to look at Dou Dou, who was lying on the ground, and tapped the longsword in his hand: "Stop pretending, get up and say something."

The next second, Dou Dou slowly crawled up and first thanked Han Jingyang: "Thank you, Mr. Han."

Then, she looked at Deng Darong and softly called out, "Brother Rong."

Deng Darongs expression changed drastically: "You, are you really Qianqian?"

Dou Dou nodded pitifully: "You, you have also aged."

Deng Darong was instantly moved to tears: "Qianqian, you, you, sigh..."

Overcome with emotion, Deng Darong couldn't even finish a sentence.

Dou Dou then looked at the manager and called out, "Uncle Bin."

The manager also broke down in tears instantly.

A young woman who had passed away over twenty years ago returning in such a manner—while eerie—certainly stirred up complex feelings in some people.

Over twenty years ago, Dou Dous Mother was also a fresh young girl, perhaps even the dream lover of many of her peers, and she had more or less familial ties with the people in the village.

Yet, at the most beautiful age of her life, Dou Dous Mother left them in a regrettable way.

Now, she had returned in an astonishing manner.

But in a flash, over twenty years had passed.

How could this not fill people with endless emotions?

Han Jingyang coughed to interrupt Dou Dous Mother and the others as they reminisced: "Let's not talk about this for now, okay? Let's first discuss the key information, such as who the culprit is."

"Dou Dou" composed her emotions and nodded slightly: "Mr. Han, please come with me."

Half an hour later, Han Jingyang led Shi Xiaoya away from Dou Dous house.

He left Liu Jing and the Lin Sisters behind to protect Dou Dou.

Wang Zhiwei also stayed behind to help handle the aftermath; as for how he would face Dou Dou and Dou Dous Mother, that was not for outsiders to know.

In any case, Han Jingyang had learned everything he wanted to know, including the identity and address of the culprit.

Forty minutes later, Han Jingyang led Shi Xiaoya to the Sunshine Garden Villa Community.

They headed straight for the villa where Lyu Zhiqiang lived.

Upon arriving, looking at the large villa in front of him, he couldn't help but exclaim: "It's so good to be rich. This villa must be at least six hundred square meters, with a swimming pool in the front and a garden in the back, surrounded by greenery. There are no high-rises within a five-kilometer radius; it must be so comfortable to live here."

Shi Xiaoya chuckled: "Sunshine Garden is the top-tier villa community in Quancheng. The market price is around 100,000, but in reality, money can't buy it. I don't know how this Lyu Zhiqiang managed to buy it; by rights, he shouldn't be qualified given his status."

"With such wicked means, wouldn't it be easy to buy a villa? Maybe he didn't even spend much money."

"Sigh, you say this person has such great talent for painting..."

"He's just been blinded by hatred since he was young," Han Jingyang said as he walked to the door and knocked directly, speaking to the doorbell: "Lyu Zhiqiang, open the door. I'll give you a chance to fight me to the death. If you kill me, you'll have a way to live. I only brought one person."

Lyu Zhiqiang did not speak.

Inside the quiet room, Lyu Zhiqiang, covered in bloodstains, was on a video call with someone: "Mr. Huang, Han Jingyang is already at the door. I truly underestimated him."

The face of the person in the video was blocked by a pig head special effect, and they said in a tone of frustration: "I warned you long ago, if you want to achieve great things, don't keep dwelling on those trivial matters from the past. But you wouldn't listen. Now look, you've been caught by Han Jingyang. I tell you, why did you have to provoke him? I warned you a while ago not to mess with him, as I haven't figured out his methods yet. You are truly... useless at accomplishing things but skilled at spoiling them."

Lyu Zhiqiang gave a muffled grunt: "What do I do now?"

"Either surrender directly and bet that Han Jingyang won't kill someone who surrenders, or use every means at your disposal to fight him and help me test his true strength."

"Can't you send someone over?"

"It is already benevolent enough that I haven't blamed you for ruining my grand plan. Do you expect me to save you? And then get myself dragged into it as well?"

"Han Jingyang... might not be that strong."

"Heh, at this point, you still dare to underestimate Han Jingyang? The people who underestimated him before are all dead. Only Tian Chunming traded two arms for his life. If you approach Han Jingyang with this mindset, you might as well just end yourself; that would make you look more like a man."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll surrender to Han Jingyang and then betray you?"

"Heh heh heh heh, you can try," the man with the pig head special effect in the video laughed: "Lyu Zhiqiang, your little tricks can only scare those who don't know your background. Scare me? I will let you know what it means to be crushed. You don't think I've spent all these years in Quancheng for nothing, do you?"

Lyu Zhiqiang was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "I'm going to die anyway. If you don't save me, I'll drag you down with me. You know my personality: extremely selfish, extremely paranoid. I've been indoctrinated with nothing but hatred since I was a child. Everyone is an enemy in my eyes. If you don't save me, you are my enemy."