Jiang Chan's gaze, like a hawk locking onto its prey, pierced through night vision goggles and fixed firmly on Weng Laojiu's face, which was twisted with fear and rage.
This is the culprit!
This human trafficker leader dragged Liushutun into hell!
All the hatred and chilling killing intent were concentrated in that final gun barrel!
The butt of the rifle rested firmly on my shoulder.
The crosshairs precisely caught on Old Man Weng's mouth, which was slightly open due to his roar.
The index finger steadily tapped—
"laugh--"
A soft sound, almost completely drowned out by the wind!
Old Man Weng's roar stopped abruptly, like a snapped string on a musical instrument!
His eyes, wide open with rage and narrowed with fear, instantly lost all their luster.
His body jolted violently, then, as if all his bones had been removed, he slid limply down the earthen wall to the ground. His head was tilted to one side at an unnatural angle, and dark red blood was slowly seeping from a small hole at the back of his head.
"Thump."
His body went completely limp to the ground with a dull thud.
Old Man Weng, die!
A final, dull thud echoed in the darkness, and deathly silence descended once more. This time, even the wind seemed to have stopped.
Several long seconds passed, perhaps even tens of seconds.
"Where's the tinder...?"
A trembling, tearful voice rang out from the few remaining living people in Wengjia Village.
He was a surviving man who groped around and finally grabbed a tinderbox from the ground.
The orange halo, like a hand lifting the curtain of hell, once again illuminated this small battlefield of carnage!
"ah--!!!"
"Ninth Brother!!!"
"Second skin!!!"
"My lord—!"
The piercing screams, howls, and cries of agony exploded in an instant!
It shattered the previous deathly silence!
It was more devastating than any previous one!
The remaining few people in Wengjia Village were completely devastated by the sight before them!
More than a dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground!
The soil was soaked with blood, emitting a nauseating stench!
Tie Niu fell right where Aunt Zhao had just been, with a strange little hole in his temple, his eyes wide open in death.
Old Man Weng slumped against the wall, a small bloody hole in the back of his head, his eyes wide open, frozen in the horror of his death.
The people of Liushutun were stunned!
They huddled together, looking at the corpses of Wengjia Village people scattered on the ground, at the collapsed and wailing women and children of Wengjia Village across from them, and then at their own wounded but alive companions on their side... A chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads!
My hair stood on end! How...how did he die?!
Those continuous thuds of people falling to the ground in the darkness just now... could it have been the work of a ghost?!
"It was you! You did it!"
Suddenly, a woman from Wengjia Village went berserk, pointing at the people from Liushutun. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were filled with venom. "You must have used some kind of sorcery! You killed Ninth Brother! You killed the head of the household! I'm going to fight you to the death!" She grabbed a wood-chopping knife from the ground and tried to rush over!
"Yes! Let's give it our all!"
Another man, his eyes red, roared and picked up the axe at his feet.
But they were only waving their weapons in a show of bravado; their feet were rooted to the spot, their bodies trembling, as they looked fearfully at the group of men from Liushutun who, though exhausted and wounded, outnumbered them and were still holding sticks.
Even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to actually charge forward! The corpses on the ground are a warning from the past!
The moment the lights came on and screams erupted, Jiang Chan had already quietly retreated to the back of the crowd in Liushutun.
The cold sniper rifle vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Her face regained that slightly bewildered and frightened expression, only her lips appeared even paler.
She pulled the terrified Xiaotao into her arms, tightly covering her eyes to prevent her from seeing the blood and carnage on the ground.
"Don't look!" Jiang Chan's voice was low, but carried an undeniable force.
Little Tao's small body trembled violently in her arms, and suppressed sobs of fear escaped from her throat, "Waaah... Sister Jiang..."
"It's alright, don't be afraid," Jiang Chan whispered reassuringly, but her eyes scanned the entire room warily.
On the other side, Aunt Zhao was finally helped up from the ground by her husband and son.
She was limp all over, with red marks and a thin line of blood still visible on her neck from the knife tip, and her face covered in tears and dirt.
"Husband..." Aunt Zhao gripped her husband and son's arms tightly, her nails digging almost into their flesh. Her voice was hoarse and broken, filled with immense fear and lingering dread after surviving the ordeal. She trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind. "I thought... I thought I would never see you again... Waaah..."
The cries and weak curses of the survivors from Wengjia Village continued, but the previous madness was gone, leaving only endless fear and despair.
Looking at the chaotic scene, especially those few people from Wengjia Village who wanted to shout but dared not step forward, Jiang Chan knew that she had to give this all a "reasonable" end and completely nip any possible counterattacks in the bud.
She took a deep breath, raised her voice, and said with a deliberately amplified "piety" and "fear" of someone who had survived a disaster: "It's the mountain god! The mountain god has appeared to us!"
Her voice stood out abruptly amidst the wailing, instantly drawing everyone's attention!
The people of Liushutun looked at her.
The people of Wengjia Village also temporarily stopped crying and looked at her with surprise and uncertainty.
“That wind! That lamp! And…” Jiang Chan pointed to the strange little holes on the heads of Weng Lao Jiu, Tie Niu, and the others on the ground, holes that didn’t look like they were made by knives or axes, her voice filled with awe, “These wounds! They couldn’t have been made by knives or axes! It must have been the Mountain God who couldn’t stand these heinous acts of buying and selling people! He sent down divine punishment!”
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