The situation at the village's end was also far from peaceful. Prince Gong was cunning, and sure enough, another group of people entered Shanquan Village from another route, heading straight for the village's end.
Five brothers followed closely behind Zhu Lin, holding large knives, ready to show off their skills and kill as many black-clad people as possible to vent their anger. Jingjing and Xiaoxiao guarded Zhao Guihua and Xingxing, while Boss Zhou also held an axe and stood guard by his wife and daughter.
At this moment, beside the fork in the road leading into the mountain, Zhou Erfu rubbed his eyes hard and said in disbelief, "It must be because it's too dark. Did you brothers see clearly how Young Master Zhu did it? He just flashed from one side to the other in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?"
Although Zhou Sanfu was also shocked, it wasn't the first time he had witnessed such a scene. He remained relatively calm, cleared his throat, and said, "Killing without leaving a trace, this level of skill is beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals like us."
Zhou Dafu said honestly, "But Young Master Zhu and his masters have always emphasized that they are mortals, not immortals."
“Even ordinary people are divided into different classes, from the clever to the foolish. They are simply better than the average person, and we must admit that.” Zhou Wufu said with admiration. He had great respect for Zhu Lin, Zhu Qiuyu, and others, especially Zhu Chumo, who was his dream doctor.
In order to become Zhu Chumo's apprentice, Zhou Wufu has been trying his best to curry favor with the people of Xianwu Island. He's so obsequious that it's unbearable to watch, and his older brothers all despise him. But Wufu doesn't care. He only wants to learn medical skills so that he can become a divine doctor in the future.
In short, Brother Fu and his friends didn't get a chance to show off tonight; they just came out to make up the numbers and, incidentally, to witness Young Master Zhu's unparalleled kung fu. It was truly unparalleled, masterful, and indestructible—even these words couldn't adequately describe his power.
“It makes us seem superfluous,” Zhou Sifu said, scratching his head.
"Excellent! We don't need to exert ourselves, and we don't need to worry about our lives. This is a good thing," Zhou Sanfu said with an optimistic chuckle.
Zhou Erfu thought there would be a fierce battle tonight, but he didn't expect that there would be a moment when they could one-sidedly crush each other. He rubbed his hands together, thinking about what it would feel like if he had such a powerful momentum and could one-sidedly crush hundreds of people.
Then Fu and his friends discovered that Zhu Lin hadn't killed all the men in black; he had actually left ten alive. Seeing that the situation was dire, the men in black instinctively tried to bite the poison and commit suicide.
But the boy acted faster, dislocating their jaws on the spot and then feeding each of them a pill. The pills took effect almost immediately after the men in black swallowed them.
Ten men in black stared blankly at the boy with empty eyes. The boy raised his chin and said indifferently, "Dig a big pit and bury all these dead people. Don't dirty the place."
So the ten men in black became emotionless burial machines, carrying corpses up the mountain, finding a spacious spot on the mountainside to dig a pit, throwing the bodies in, and then filling it with soil.
The men were dumbfounded and horrified. They saw that after the ten men in black buried everyone at the end of the village, Zhu Lin ordered them to bury people at the village entrance and other places.
Fu and his men followed the others expressionlessly, watching the entire burial process. After all the dead bodies were cleared away, they were curious about what would happen to the ten men in black who had been forced to bury the corpses all night.
"I reckon they'll kill them with one sword strike, then have us brothers dig a hole and bury them. They helped us so much, and we didn't do anything, so we don't mind burying these last ten people," Zhou Erfu analyzed seriously.
The senior brothers and sisters were also unaware of their junior brother's obsessive-compulsive disorder and his habit of leaving a few survivors to bury the bodies after killing someone. They had thought it was an accident last time, but after this incident, they had to admit that their junior brother's monstrous nature was truly eccentric.
His behavior is both laughable and absurd.
Finally, everyone saw Zhu Lin directing ten men in black who had been burying the dead all night to dig another pit. Then, the boy snapped his fingers, waking the ten men from the Gu poison.
Without the support of the drugs, the ten men in black, exhausted and trembling, collapsed to the ground. They were pale and their teeth were chattering. Although their bodies had been controlled and they had been burying dead all night against their will, their minds were clear.
They remembered everything, from carrying people up the mountain to finding a place to dig a pit, throwing people in, and filling it with soil. They knew it all perfectly well. "Mental breakdown" is not enough to describe their feelings at this moment.
That's fucking terrifying.
But that wasn't all. The young man asked earnestly in a voice as clear as jade, "Didn't you just want to bite the poison and commit suicide? After a whole night of work, have you changed your mind? If you still want to die, then jump into the pit yourselves. You dug this pit yourselves, so it's good that you can be buried in peace after you die."
One of the men in black tentatively asked, "What if someone doesn't want to die?"
"I'll spare his life because he worked hard burying people tonight, but make sure to bury the people who jumped into the pit before you leave." Zhu Lin had a very easygoing expression.
The senior brothers and sisters: "..." The junior brother is indeed unconventional.
Brother Fu: "..." Wow, Young Master Zhu is really too clean. He even cleans up the mess after killing someone.
The men in black were torn and felt increasingly devastated. They still had to bury people, and the thought of burying them had become a source of trauma. But if they didn't bury them, they would die. If they had the courage to die before, it was only after burying more than 600 people that they felt this way.
They felt like they were living a life worse than death, yet they didn't want to die.
In fact, these ten men in black and the young man in front of them, who looked like an immortal but was actually as ruthless as a demon, were not unfamiliar with each other. They had met on the beach before, and the young man had even been stopped to bury the body.
This is the second time. These ten people were standing at the front and all of them exchanged a few words with Zhu Lin.
The men in black felt a buzzing in their heads and looked at the young man in terror. The leader among them mustered his courage and tentatively asked, "Young master, have you remembered us? Did you keep us around specifically to bury people?"
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