#604 - inhuman
“Rumble! ! !”
The night was as dark as ink, and the blade shadows were like rainbows.
Clearly, it was a sword technique, but when the golden dragons crashed into the bandit crowd, it produced a loud noise like thunder.
In just an instant, countless bandits spat out blood and flew backward, losing their lives in the blink of an eye.
And these people were considered lucky, at least they kept their whole bodies.
Many more had already been separated from their heads and bodies, or simply chopped into countless pieces of flesh by the blade shadows, scattering in the air and then falling like a rain of blood with a “pitter-patter” sound.
In just one encounter, eighty percent of the hundred or so bandits were killed.
At this moment, looking at the corpses of their companions, the few remaining bandits who had escaped the disaster even forgot to run away, and quite a few of them were leaking feces and urine.
Where had they ever seen such fierce moves and such powerful martial artists?
Even their leader, the current Magistrate of Zhongling County, was only a Rank 6 cultivator who had just stepped into the middle three ranks.
The long blade swept past, taking away more than a dozen lives without any hesitation.
At this point, in just five breaths, the battle was over.
The front yard of the county government office returned to silence, and there was not even a single wail left, only a pool of blood and severed limbs.
If this “plot” were put into the power-fantasy novels of his previous life, it would undoubtedly be a bit “not exciting enough”.
However, it was indeed reasonable for Wei Changtian to use his Rank 2 strength to deal with this group of bandits in the lower three ranks.
It would be truly ghostly if he had an exciting back-and-forth fight with this group of bandits.
...
Recalling the hundred or so long blades in the air, Wei Changtian looked back at the group of women in the gatehouse with wide eyes, and stepped over the corpses under his feet, walking straight towards the direction where the pockmarked face had fled.
When he stood in the main hall of the yamen, he saw at a glance that the Grand Tutor's chair behind the desk had been moved.
Obviously, there should be a tunnel under the Grand Tutor's chair, and that pockmarked face wanted to escape through it.
But unfortunately, under the Dragon Lock, he could not escape.
The moonlight was cold, shining on the picture of the sea and the rising sun painted on the wall, making the several white egrets in the picture particularly clear.
This picture is also called “Sunrise in the East” in the market, and as the background of the main hall, it should symbolize the official's integrity of being “as clear as the sea and as bright as the rising sun”.
But now, the better the picture is painted, the more ironic the scene becomes.
“That's really black humor...”
Wei Changtian glanced at the “Plaque of Righteousness” hanging high above the picture, muttered to himself, and walked to the Grand Tutor's chair with his blade.
The dark hole meant that his guess was correct, and the pockmarked face should be in the tunnel at this moment.
Unable to get out and unable to return, his mood must be extremely desperate at this time.
He may have understood that he was bound to die, but he still retained a glimmer of hope that “that person might not find this place”, so he hid tremblingly in the tunnel, not daring to show his head.
For Wei Changtian, killing this “bandit magistrate” was an extremely simple matter.
He didn't even need to enter the tunnel, he only needed to control a flying blade to go down and kill the person immediately.
But...
“Bang! ”
“Bang bang bang! ”
“Crack! Crack! ”
With a wave of his hand, the tables, chairs, and other objects in the main hall all shattered into pieces of wood.
With one move from Wei Changtian, these pieces of wood surged in under the wrapping of internal force, and then shot into the hole.
“Whoosh~”
A flash of fire appeared, illuminating the tunnel in the hole.
As the fire continued to spread with the help of the broken wood, and with the air in the tunnel not very well circulated, thick black smoke immediately billowed and surged out.
“Cough, cough cough cough”
Squatting at the entrance of the hole, Wei Changtian kept blowing the black smoke to the depths of the tunnel through his internal force, and he soon heard a slight cough.
However, his body remained motionless, not only did he still have no intention of entering the tunnel, but he also used the Dragon Lock again to completely seal the entrance of the hole.
Obviously, Wei Changtian did not want the pockmarked face to die too easily.
Returning the favor in the same way, it is difficult to say whether this approach is “fair”, but it is definitely cruel.
Since the pockmarked face is a Rank 6 cultivator, the time he can persist in this thick smoke will naturally be longer than that of ordinary people.
The longer it is, the longer the pain he experiences before death.
“Young, young hero, cough cough, spare my life...”
“Little, villain, never, cough, never dare again...”
Soon, a voice appeared at Wei Changtian's feet.
The owner of the voice had returned to the entrance of the hole, and had already touched the invisible wall of air, exactly the same as the “wall” that had stopped him from escaping just now.
At this moment, the two of them were one above and one below, only half a zhang apart, separated only by a transparent Dragon Lock barrier.
The pockmarked face knew that if he wanted to live, he could only ask Wei Changtian to let him go.
Therefore, no matter how painful his body was, he still struggled desperately to beg for mercy.
However, Wei Changtian did not respond at all, just looking down at him expressionlessly, without even a trace of hesitation in his eyes.
“Crackling...”
“Ah! ! !”
The fire had not yet been extinguished.
The raging fire burned the pockmarked face's clothes, scorching every inch of his skin, emitting bursts of fishy odor, mixed with shrill wails.
Rank 6 martial artists are rarely burned to death or choked to death by smoke, but it does not mean that they are invulnerable to water and fire.
It's just that they can often escape danger before these injuries reach a fatal level.
But now, the pockmarked face has nowhere to escape, so he can only move towards death little by little in endless pain.
And this process is undoubtedly long and painful.
Even those death row inmates who committed heinous crimes in his previous life had never “enjoyed” such a method of execution.
According to the interpretation of the law, this is called “humanitarianism”.
Then Wei Changtian's current behavior is naturally very “inhumane”.
But he didn't have the slightest pity, watching all this indifferently.
Watching the man whose whole body was burning with raging fire and whose skin had been cracked by the scorching heat.
Listening to his voice, sometimes begging, sometimes cursing, had become chaotic and crazy.
At a certain moment, Wei Changtian suddenly understood a sentence.
Tolerance of evil is the trampling of good; mercy to villains is cruelty to good people.
...
“Die.”
The last sentence fell, and the pockmarked face, who had struggled for nearly a quarter of an hour, finally turned into a charred corpse in the raging fire.
Wei Changtian slowly stood up, looked at the corpse under his feet, and was silent for a long time.
He had killed many people after transmigrating, but this was the first time he had killed someone by such means.
So no matter what, his mood was somewhat complicated at this time.
If it were Xiao Feng, he would never have acted like this, and would have given the pockmarked face a quick death with one blow.
Therefore, Wei Changtian estimated that he would never be able to be a “gentleman” like Xiao Feng.
But at the very least, whether it was “venting anger” or “revenge”, his motive for doing so would never be “for fun”.
From a certain point of view, that was enough.
