Chapter 8 Good Girl
Just when Guan Zhiwei was at her wits' end about money, someone brought her some.
When the situation becomes chaotic, the authorities are unable to protect themselves, let alone exert any deterrent effect. Bandits run rampant in the city, and Yan Silang, holding his breath, wants to get revenge on that "miracle doctor."
He sent his men to search everywhere, and eventually someone saw Guan Zhiwei coming out of a house.
As night fell, rampant bandits surrounded the small courtyard.
[Your combat skill is already at 100, haven't you noticed someone spying on you?]
"I'm a woman with regular features, isn't it normal for people to look at me?" Guan Zhiwei said narcissistically.
You have absolutely no self-awareness. Your charm level is zero; no one will ever like you. They're only watching you because they're amazed by your incredible strength in carrying a small mountain.
"You're right." Guan Zhiwei clicked her tongue, then said, annoyed, "You know there are always people watching me, yet you ask me why I didn't notice someone was spying on me."
[...] The system found it strange. This woman, despite having zero intelligence, was adept at using her own arguments against herself. Was this some kind of innate, unreasonable stubbornness?
While they were arguing, the bandits had already scaled the low wall.
Yan Silang almost wanted to roar to the sky.
This pent-up grievance is finally going to be avenged!
Before they could even pry the door open, it opened on its own.
Guan Zhiwei stood at the door, smiling gently at them in the moonlight.
Yan Silang's legs trembled.
But he quickly grinned maliciously: "Brothers, chop her up!"
He attributed his previous humiliation to not having any weapons, but this time dozens of people were carrying long knives. "Chopping them to pieces" is an understatement, not an exaggeration.
"It's hard to clean up if it's chopped up," Guan Zhiwei shook her head in rejection.
Yan Silang sneered, "You don't need to worry about me anymore. It's too late to beg for mercy now."
Guan Zhiwei: "I don't like hearing people beg for mercy."
"Then you..." Yan Silang's words were cut short when he suddenly felt his vision widen. He saw the clear night sky and the crescent moon. The moon passed through his eyes, and he saw the ground. Then he knew nothing more.
Because the head had already fallen to the ground.
Guan Zhiwei was empty-handed, so she snatched a knife from someone.
Her movements were swift, as fast as the wind, leaving only a blur before she was already in front of the person.
The punch was powerful and fierce, striking the person's nose, followed by a swift palm strike.
The man was dazzled, feeling a flurry of punches aimed at his heart. The sound of ribs cracking was so intense it made his eardrums ache. He was in so much pain he didn't know where to go, and instinctively curled up, causing the knife to fall from his hand.
Guan Zhiwei snatched the blade with both hands and with a powerful cleavage, felling the man to the ground.
Then, with lightning speed, it rushed in front of Yan Silang, and before the other man could even react, his head had already been sent flying.
This series of events was very fast, taking only a few seconds.
Only when blood gushed out and the headless corpse convulsed on the ground did the crowd snap out of their shock.
These people were all bandits, used to killing people. They were not afraid of blood; instead, it aroused their ferocity.
"Go! Kill her!"
Shouts of fighting and killing echoed incessantly, bolstering the morale of the operation.
They swarmed forward, wildly swinging their knives, each strike possessing the power to cleave mountains.
The weapons clashed, producing a metallic clang. The longsword dragged and sliced through several blades, sparks flying, and a faint light reflected in Guan Zhiwei's eyes.
Those eyes were cold and indifferent, piercing to the heart.
She used one knife to block several knives, twisted her arm, and sent all the knives flying.
Then he raised his leg and kicked, the kick carrying a gust of wind, imposing and aggressive, like a waterlogged bullwhip, fierce and powerful, striking several people with a spinning kick.
At best, they vomit blood; at worst, they are sent flying and collapse to the ground.
And then there were those desperate criminals who wanted to force themselves on her.
She leaped up, spun gracefully, and pressed down with immense force, making her difficult to resist.
The fugitive was so overwhelmed by the pressure that he couldn't breathe. He braced his arms around her knees, feeling as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.
Guan Zhiwei simply elbowed him like a hammer, smashing his head repeatedly with fierce blows, as heavy as an iron hammer.
The man swayed, then finally opened his eyes wide, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died.
Guan Zhiwei picked up a knife from the ground; the blade was already chipped, but that didn't stop her from stabbing with the tip.
She finished them off one by one.
She deliberately chose to prick areas where the bleeding was minimal, but some blood still seeped out. She clicked her tongue; she would have to borrow a shovel to turn the soil again tomorrow.
She's not some kind of psychopath who doesn't like blood in the house.
These bandits weren't dressed very well, and their clothes were torn from the fight, so she didn't bother to take them off. Anyway, they sold the knives they brought to the blacksmith's shop, which was quite a good deal.
She was very happy that she carried everyone out without much bleeding and without having to worry about a trail of blood.
She originally intended to just throw them across the river, but there were too many people, and lining them up in a row looked rather noisy. Fortunately, there was a small ditch across the river used for draining sewage, so she threw the bodies in one by one, and they floated away with the sewage.
"...Ah Guan, are you alright?"
The weak voice sounded helpless.
Dogtooth was holding a stick and was about to cry.
Even after passing several houses, he still heard noises, but he wasn't sure whose house had been in trouble.
After hesitating for a long time, worried about Guan Zhiwei who was alone at home, he went out to find out what was going on.
Then I saw Guan Zhiwei killing someone and dumping the body.
Guan Zhiwei looked at him, her gaze colder than the moonlight.
In that instant, he had only one thought in his mind: Would she kill me to silence me?
"What are you standing there for? Don't you see anything? Help me move it. Be careful, keep the wound facing upwards, and try to minimize the bleeding."
"oh oh!"
Dogtooth scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. Although they all knew each other, he couldn't help but speculate about Guan Zhiwei with malice.
He wanted to be quick and help people with their work.
Then he saw the pile of gruesome corpses. He recognized Yan Silang; they had even spoken on the shoulder. His biological instinct kicked in, and he vomited.
"Huff—"
Guan Zhiwei closed her eyes, her face showing a look of utter misery.
I asked you to help, but you've only made things worse.
Actually, he didn't vomit anything; there wasn't that much undigested food in his stomach.
It's just some water.
By the time he recovered from his stomach cramps, Guan Zhiwei had already carried one in each hand and thrown them all out.
He was the last one to be thrown out.
Guan Zhiwei ruthlessly closed the courtyard gate.
In the quiet of the night, he returned home in a daze, thinking he had just had a nightmare.
"How is it? Did someone bully Xiao Guan?" the old woman asked tremblingly.
"She shouldn't have been bullied."
"That's good, that's good."
Dogtooth hesitated: "It seems she killed someone."
The old woman nodded with a smile, perhaps because she was getting senile, she just kept agreeing.
"Killing is good, killing is good, she was a good girl."
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