Chapter 31 Low Profile and Explosive Killing

The howling wind and snow fluttered in the raging air currents.

Seeing the old man in front of him who was mentally exhausted, with red eyes and tears, Li Che's heart softened and he quickly pulled his uncle into the warm workshop.

After pouring a cup of hot tea for his uncle Li Liang, Li Che's face became serious.

"What happened? Uncle, please tell me slowly."

Li Che asked in a deep voice.

His uncle's family raised him and never bullied him. This kindness alone cannot be easily repaid.

If there is help to be done, Li Che will certainly not stand idly by.

The old scholar was shivering all over, and the snow on his body was gradually melting in the warm current in the workshop. His red, frozen hands were holding the cup of hot tea, and his expression seemed to be slightly relaxed.

The old scholar let out a breath and looked at Li Che with bloodshot eyes. After thinking for a while, he tremblingly took out a palm-sized wooden sculpture from his arms.

The moment he saw the wood carving, Li Che's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Spiritual infant statue?"

Li Che was naturally familiar with this wooden statue! Before he moved into the woodcarving shop, this wooden statue of a spirit infant appeared in his yard, which made Li Che nervous and he had to move his family into Xu's Woodcarving Shop.

Li Che took the wood carving from the old scholar's hand. It was somewhat different from the wood carving that was originally placed at the door of his house.

It is not a wooden sculpture of a spirit baby with three heads and six arms, but just a normal spirit baby statue with one head and two arms, and eyes that are closed and open. However, it is undeniable that this is also a spirit baby statue.

As a woodcarver, I am extremely sensitive to the expressions of woodcarvings.

"Is it a distinction of priorities?" Li Che murmured in a low voice.

"Uncle, Zhou Zhou is also one year old, right?"

Li Che asked with a frown.

The uncle nodded continuously: "Yes... In three days, it will be the one-year-old birthday party that has been scheduled. I wanted to hold it simply, but now... Oh, I don't dare to do it anymore. I don't dare to do it at all."

"These past few days, your cousin didn't even dare to go to work. He stayed at home, holding a hatchet, fearing that..."

The uncle began to sigh.

The uncle knew very well that if the Lingying Cult really targeted his grandson Li Chengzhou, how could they resist with the power of ordinary people? In the past few days, fear and anxiety completely enveloped them.

Thinking of those children who died tragically, the old scholar had nightmares all night long.

"Your cousin and his wife have not dared to sleep for three consecutive days... They are afraid that the Lingying Cult will attack Zhou Zhou after they fall asleep."

Li Che held the wooden sculpture of the spirit infant in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"So, uncle wanted to ask your cousin's wife to bring Zhou Zhou to your place for some shelter... Xu Ji, Xu Ji still has some deterrent power."

The old scholar looked at Li Che hopefully, as if he was grabbing his last straw.

"Uncle, don't worry. It's okay to let Zhou Zhou live in my house. My home will be much safer."

There was no reason for Li Che to refuse.

The feeling of oppression and anxiety brought about by the appearance of the spirit baby wood carving was so intense. Because Li Che had experienced it before, he could feel the fear and despair in his uncle's heart at this moment.

It was a feeling of powerlessness as death was getting closer and closer to his grandson.

Ordinary people are indeed powerless when facing the Lingying Sect, just like lambs to be slaughtered.

"Okay, okay, A-Che... Thank you very much, uncle thanks you..."

The old scholar was extremely excited and looked much more relaxed.

"I'll go back and make arrangements and let Zhengran and Chunming send Chengzhou to your house..." The old scholar was about to walk out of the shop holding the teacup.

Li Che hurriedly called out to him, "Uncle, please don't do that. Ask your cousin and his wife to stay at home and protect them. Don't go out to prevent any accidents on the road. I will pick them up myself. I have been practicing martial arts recently, so it will be safer."

"Okay, okay..." Uncle Li Liang nodded quickly.

"I'll ask for leave from the shopkeeper and come back soon. You go back and help your cousin and his wife to protect Zhou Zhou."

Li Che said.

A hint of joy finally showed on my uncle's face. He put down the cup belatedly, said goodbye, and hurried away into the wind and snow.

Li Che sat on a chair, holding a palm-sized wooden sculpture of a spirit infant in his hand, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Spiritual Infant Cult..."

"It's a disaster."

Li Che let out a breath.

However, the Spirit Infant Sect was also a huge thing for him, not to mention that it was also involved with those wealthy families in Feilei City...

"In addition, the government is even related to the Lingying Sect. The head constable Zhao Chuanxiong is a member of the Lingying Sect..."

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Li Che did not ask for leave. As a wood carving master, he was qualified to enter and exit the wood carving shop at will, as long as he could deliver the goods within the specified time.

After changing into tight clothes and picking up a piece of thin wood, Li Che put on a bamboo hat, left the woodcarving shop and headed out into the snow.

Growing up in his uncle's house, Li Che naturally knew the way to his uncle's house.

However, Li Che did not go there immediately, but chose to play it safe.

"Could it be a trap set by the Spirit Infant Cult? They deliberately lured me there?"

"If I get killed, without my identity as a woodcarver, I'm afraid Xuji Courtyard won't be able to survive, and Xiaoya and Xixi will have to move away..."

"After leaving Xuji Compound, the Lingying Cult can easily take action against Xixi."

"Orphans and widows can only be slaughtered at will!"

Li Che pressed down his hat and thought that this was possible.

But that's not necessarily the case. After all, he often left Xuji Courtyard these days. If the other party wanted to take action, they could have done it a long time ago...

There's no need to go through so much trouble and go around in circles to trick him.

"But we can't help but be on guard..."

Li Che was thinking as he walked through the long street. On the notice board, the wanted poster had been updated. He paused and saw that his identity as the Bull Demon was posted high on it, with a reward of 500 taels...

"Five hundred taels... five gold leaves!"

"It's about the price of a nine-headed Guanyin statue I carved."

Li Che muttered.

However, these five hundred taels... are enough to make many people take risks.

"It seems that I need to keep a low profile during this period."

Li Che smiled, pulled down his hat, and headed to the yard he rented in the strong wind and snow.

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He took out a piece of black clothing that had been soaked in a vat in the yard. His internal energy surged, and he shook it off. Hot steam rose, and the clothing became dry.

This is a very elastic piece of clothing, which he specially made with his own craftsmanship. The improvement brought by the [Immortal Craftsmanship] Dao Fruit is not just in the level of wood carving. He can also master any craftsmanship.

With this dress, you don't have to worry about the clothes bursting when you activate the King Kong Transformation.

After changing into familiar clothes and putting on a cute cow mask, Li Che, wearing a bamboo hat, rushed out of the yard.

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Feilei City, Anping Lane.

A courtyard with a wall made of yellow earth and the door of the house was closed.

Inside the house.

The old scholar Li Liang was holding a pipe in his mouth, puffing on it.

Li Zhengran held the hatchet tightly, his eyes were red, but he kept pacing, listening carefully to the sounds outside the house.

Liu Chunming was holding his son Li Chengzhou. His hair was a little messy and tangled, and it was obvious that he was not focusing on taking care of himself.

"Dad, isn't Che here yet?"

"Could he be... trying to coax you to come back first?"

Liu Chunming held the baby in her arms, and her aunt leaned close to her. Her eyes were red and her voice was a little hoarse. She said.

A woman, under the pressure of possibly losing her son at any time, has already fallen into the brink of collapse.

"No, Ah Che wouldn't deliberately coax me. Since he said it's okay, it must be okay..."

"He is now a woodcarving master, of noble status. He is just helping us out and letting us go to his yard to avoid disaster. He won't lie."

The old scholar puffed on his pipe and shook his head.

He believed in Li Che and could see clearly the character of his cousin! "Don't talk nonsense, Ah Che will come!"

Li Zhengran also spoke in a deep voice.

The room fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of heavy breathing coming one after another.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from outside the house.

The skin of the three people in the room instantly tensed up.

Li Zhengran clenched the hatchet, sweat beads appearing on his forehead. He walked to the door, looked out through the crack, and saw the figure outside the door.

Outside.

The wind and snow were blowing hard and the sky was dark.

A slender figure, carrying a Bagua stick on his back and wearing a girl's mask, squatted on the ground, holding a wooden sculpture of a spirit baby, pressing it to the ground, and swaying it left and right, until it was placed facing the closed door of the house.

The howling wind blew, like a ghost crying.

As if knowing that Li Zhengran was watching through the crack in the door, the figure suddenly raised his face. Under the mask of a crying and laughing little girl, his eyes were full of teasing.

It's this nightmare-like face again!

Li Zhengran couldn't help but tremble all over, and the hand holding the hatchet was shaking...

suddenly.

Li Zhengran, who was watching through the crack in the door, suddenly had his pupils contracted and was stunned.

because……

Behind the figure wearing a girl's mask, squatting in the snow.

A burly figure as big as a mountain appeared like a ghost in the wind and snow almost instantly. His black clothes were tight on his body, perfectly outlining the muscle lines that looked like they were carved with a chisel.

Wearing a conical hat and a cute cow mask, his eyes are sparkling.

Raise a slap.

With a bang…

The figure carrying the Bagua stick and wearing a girl mask just reacted and jumped up, but was hit by a fist like a palm leaf fan and flew away...

Bringing up a cloud of blood mist.

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