Chapter 230

The rumormongering father and son stood together with their companions again, while the players stood together with Shopkeeper Mei, and the two groups confronted each other again.

Shopkeeper Mei stood at the front of the group, gripping his iron hoe as he glared at the rumormongers. He felt a surge of energy rising from his dantian to his head, his blood boiling as if something was about to burst forth from within. The players also felt a surge of energy around them, but dismissed it as their own nervous excitement and didn't investigate further.

"No fighting on Jinshan Mountain!" Seeing that the rumormongering father and son refused to listen and looked ready to fight at any moment, the indigenous woman in the pavilion covered her daughter's ears, took a deep breath, and channeled her Qi into her Dantian. Her voice was as loud as a bell: "Some bastard is trying to beat people up on Jinshan Mountain! Beat people up!"

With the help of his inner strength, the cry was heard far away. People on the mountain heard it, people at the foot of the mountain heard it, and people near the foot of the mountain heard it too. The other natives sitting in the pavilion heard it most clearly, so clearly that they had to raise their hands to cover their ears.

It would take time for the natives to arrive, but the rumormongers, returning with their farm tools, had already arrived. Their faces curled upwards, while their accomplices, armed and wielding, swaggered behind them. At this perilous moment, Shopkeeper Mei raised his shovel, and the players, unleashing their various weapons, shouted at the rumormongers and their accomplices, "Come on! Fight!"

"Oh, these girls are just like us back then..." The old lady sighed, and suddenly covered her chest and pretended to be a little uncomfortable, attracting the attention of the natives in the pavilion to herself: It's a pity that players can't be too ostentatious.

A strong wind blew across Jinshan accompanied by the players' shouts. Strands of golden light flickered and rose into the air around the players, finally converging into a spirited golden pheasant hovering above their heads, and its cry was heard for miles.

Seeing such a rare sight, the companions of the rumor-mongering father and son did not want to sigh, but just put down their weapons in amazement, feeling extremely regretful: What the hell did you do? The other army directly used its military spirit to attack us!

The noise has gotten louder again... The old man, who had temporarily distracted the natives, shook his head. "Military spirit isn't exclusive to the army; the general's exemplary leadership and the soldiers' unity, courage, and resolve are its foundations. We are truly worthy of being able to bring this spirit together."

The unexpectedly triggered Golden Pheasant Spirit looked down majestically from mid-air at the rumormongers, their crows shaking their spirits. Their limbs weakened under the stares, and the crowing of the rooster further rattled their spirits. Finally, their hands and knees gave way, and they fell to the ground along with their farm tools.

The rooster's crow wasn't just aimed at the spirit; it was like a sonic weapon, dealing a heavy blow to the rumormongers. As the rooster crowed, rocks around them cracked and the ground sank, kicking up a cloud of dust that blocked the view of the natives in the pavilion.

The crowing of the golden pheasant not only targeted the rumormongering father and son, but also incidentally shocked their companions. However, no one else felt the presence of the military spirit. Aside from the players present who noticed a glowing golden pheasant overhead, the only one who saw and understood what this scene signified was the indigenous woman who accidentally glanced over from the pavilion. As for the locals who heard the shouts and rushed to support, they simply felt that Jinshan seemed brighter than usual today, and the mountain breeze gave them an inexplicable sense of majesty.

"What on earth did these two annoying guys do to force out the military spirit of others?" Turning her head to avoid the blowing sand, the native woman murmured while hugging her daughter.

Shopkeeper Mei, who was standing at the front of the team but didn't know what to do, said: "Yeah, I wanted to ask too, how did you force the military spirit out? Although, I'm not that angry... maybe?"

"What military spirit? The sun is so hot today..." The old lady looked over with a smile.

"Hey? Did I see it wrong..." The smoke and dust dissipated, and the woman looked at the empty sky, wiping the cold sweat that had appeared out of nowhere in confusion.

Shopkeeper Mei had not summoned the military spirit on purpose. Without the continuous energy output, the majestic golden pheasants in the sky turned into countless points of light and returned to the players after crowing, without harming the flowers and plants of Jinshan or any innocent people.

Without the suppression of the military spirit, the rumormongers' spirits gradually recovered, their screams becoming even louder than before. The companions they'd called in for help were in better shape than they were, but they were also covered in dust and looked utterly miserable. After picking themselves up from the ground, they didn't help the screaming rumormongers up. Instead, they quickly stepped back, distanced themselves, and tried to distance themselves from the situation: "What a joke! Bullying civilians is fine, but messing with the military is like asking for death!"

As the smoke and dust cleared, the military spirit disappeared, and the natives from the mountain also rushed over. Not only the natives but also the constables who were patrolling nearby came rushing over after hearing the noise.

Jinshan is one of the most important places in Sijin County. The foot of the mountain is an important patrol route for the constables. Upon hearing that someone dared to cause trouble on Jinshan, the constable in charge of this area today left a few people to continue patrolling and took the remaining constables directly to the mountain: "Who is causing trouble in Jinshan!"

"Sir, help me..." The rumormongering father and son, whose legs were weakened by the oppression of the military spirit, crawled towards the captain of the police tremblingly, claiming that they were wronged and shouting for help.

The captain glanced at the two men without answering, and turned to look at the other people present for confirmation: Just looking at the faces of these two guys, you can tell that they are not telling the truth, and it is useless to ask them.

Some of the natives who had followed the chief constable up the mountain were insiders. Seeing this, they quickly told the chief constable what had happened. Those who left later emphasized the expressions of the rumormongering father and son: "One word, vile! Two words, extremely vile! Three words, extremely vile!"

The indigenous woman in the pavilion had been walking in the mountains with her child and had no idea what was happening. Seeing this, she quickly came over to listen. After understanding the whole story, her first reaction was disbelief.

It's not that I don't believe the rumormongering father and son did this, but I don't believe that their actions were limited to this: Military Spirit has been exposed, so how can the matter between these two be minor? Spreading rumors and slander is indeed hateful, but to say that such a small matter can attract Military Spirit to beat him up is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito... Wait, it seems that I can't say for sure. What exactly are these two people's rumors about?

The captain of the police saw how horribly the two men were beaten, but he was not too surprised. It was not like they had not seen people who committed verbal offenses before. These people always took chances and never reflected on themselves when faced with the victims' crying and scolding. They only thought that the victims were too fragile and begged for mercy not because they knew they were wrong, but because they were scared.

Worried that there was something hidden, the captain asked Shopkeeper Mei if she had any other grievances, and signaled with his eyes that she could learn from others to vent her anger first and not use weapons of mass destruction. It would not matter if it hurt animals, but it would be bad if it affected the flowers and plants.

The locals, known as "others," gathered around, nodding solemnly as they stomped on the prone father and son, their rumormongers. Their fellow rumormongers, who were barely standing nearby, also kicked them a few times, their focus focused on not letting anyone off the hook. Seeing Shopkeeper Mei looking over, they all flashed the typical professional smiles of the mediation office ladies: "Ah, right, learn how to vent your anger, then cool it down and turn them over to the authorities. You can hit them, but don't hurt our Jinshan!"

Shopkeeper Mei was repeatedly consoled by the crowd, almost wondering if he'd once experienced something truly tragic, something he'd forgotten. The players only knew about the rumormongering father and son, and after being instigated by the natives, they nearly attacked them.

The bad words will backfire... Bei Qiao was quick to hold the man down: "Don't touch dirty things, or you will be unlucky." Although they deserved it, the cause and effect of the other world cannot be avoided.

Fearing that any further delay would result in death, the captain quickly organized his men to tie them up. The rumormongers tried to argue and struggle, but their companions surrendered cleanly. As for the matter of the military spirit, they dared not speak of it at all. Attacking the army was a serious crime. The last person who encountered the military spirit had his head displayed at Caishikou for several days!

Companion: If it weren't for this old bastard saying these people weren't soldiers, we wouldn't have dared to act so boldly! We've been screwed by this old bastard!

Seeing that the constables were few in number, the locals, under the leadership of the chief constable, helped escort the rumormongers, father and son, and their companions, who had been trampled beyond recognition by their own mother. Everyone unanimously expressed ignorance as to why these people had become like this. Perhaps they hadn't stepped firmly on the steps while climbing the mountain and accidentally tumbled down? Oh, what a horrible tumble... No wonder! Why should they compare their misery with the victims? They deserved it!

"There are so many beasts who want to use me as a flower to decorate their worthless lives. I won't take it to heart..." Refusing the kind-hearted woman's chicken soup for the soul, Shopkeeper Mei returned the iron hoe to Bei Qiao and followed the captain down the mountain. As a party involved, she had to go to court and see these two guys convicted.

The other players didn't have to follow, but the atmosphere was so intense that no one wanted to leave. So, a large group followed the captain and his men down the mountain, their target set on the county government office. To prevent the magistrate from mistakenly believing they were planning to attack the government office, the captain called a child he knew from the street and asked her to run errands and go to the government office first to greet them.

The old lady slowly caught up with the large indigenous group. Bei Qiao wanted to go over and watch the fun, but the carriage was still on the mountain, so she could only temporarily separate from everyone, take another route down the mountain and then meet up with the others.

"Little girl, can I tell you something?" Just when Beiqiao was about to put the iron shovel back on the carriage, the native woman who had called everyone up earlier came over with the little girl and expressed sincerely that she wanted to buy the iron shovel in Beiqiao's hand, hoping that Beiqiao would give it up.