Song Demei looked at Liang Zhongde in front of him and asked, "You just said you killed that thief?"
Liang Zhongde lowered his head and said, "I persuaded him to come back to the village with me. He didn't listen to me, so I followed your instructions and gave him..." Song Demei smiled and said, "Well done, that thief deserved to be killed."
Liang Zhongde lowered his head and felt a lot more relaxed.
But Song Demei's second son Yue Congde didn't understand what this was all about. "Mom, if you kill Tang Xinde, will the foreigner let it go?" Song Demei glanced at her second son and said, "Do you still expect him to let it go?"
The second child has been talking very little these days, and when he speaks, he always observes other people's attitudes.
She knew that the second child in front of her was not the second child, but she never said it out loud because the second child now brought her a lot of benefits.
Song Demei attacked Xiao De because she didn't want to continue the stalemate. She just wanted to drive Cui Tike crazy. If Cui Tike didn't take action, she would soon be unable to bear it. Yesterday, Song Demei received news that Li Qi sent a batch of food to Desong Cliff.
Cui Tike threatened Desongya with the plague, which Song Demei could tolerate. Li Qi sent away the disciples of the major gangs, which Song Demei could tolerate. She could even tolerate Li Qi killing her son.
But Song Demei couldn't tolerate Li Qi sending food to Desong Cliff.
She knew Dexiu's character very well. If this batch of food really arrived at Desong Cliff, the Dexiu people would no longer have to worry about food and drink, and there would probably not be many people who would insist on following her to fight.
This setback pierced her heart, and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe. If she continued to fight with Cuitik, Desongya would lose her fighting spirit, and everything she had done before would be in vain, so she decided to take a risky move.
If she took the initiative to lead people up the mountain to besiege Cuitik, and the peddler pursued the matter afterwards, it would be difficult to explain.
She sent Liang Zhongde up the mountain to try to trick Tang Dexin back to the village and force Cui Tik to go down the mountain and start a war in the village.
The reason why she chose Liang Zhongde was because the child was very loyal, and she concluded that Cui Tik would not be so wary of the child.
She specially gave Liang Zhongde a magic weapon for traveling. As long as Liang Zhongde used the magic weapon, he would fly back to Deyuan Village as if he had been hit by the magic of traveling. Now Liang Zhongde killed Tang Dexin. Song Demei thought this result was not bad: "The thief is dead. Let's see if the foreigner dares to come and fight." Yue Congde shook his head and said, "Mom, if the foreigner really comes to fight, what should we do?"
Song Demei asked, "Are you afraid of him?"
Yue Congde nodded: "Of course he is afraid, he is Lu Huazi's disciple!"
Song Demei sneered, "Go and call all the men, women, and children from Desong Cliff here, and let him kill them all. See how many he dares to kill!"
Yue Congde was increasingly confused about Song Demei's thoughts: "Mother, this foreign devil is a disciple of Lu Huazi. The more people there are, the faster the disease will spread. Isn't this just sending him to his death?"
Song Demei didn't want to say anything too harsh, so he patiently explained, "Do you know why that foreigner came to Desong Cliff?" Yue Congde blinked and said, "I heard that the peddler asked him to come."
Song Demei asked again: "He is Lu Huazi's disciple, why did the peddler let him come out to harm people?" Yue Congde shook his head. He really didn't know the situation.
Song Demei said, "I have already found out about this. The peddler wanted him to do something, but he was not allowed to kill innocent people. If he killed too many people, it would be equivalent to violating the peddler's rules. So for such a long time, he did not dare to spread the disease in the village!"
After listening to Song Demei's explanation, Yue Congde more or less understood her intention.
She seized on Cuitik's weakness of not being able to kill people casually, and called all men, women, old and young to come, put them in front of Cuitik, and forced Cuitik to do it. If Cuitik started killing, it would inevitably anger the peddler. In order to avoid the peddler's punishment, Cuitik would definitely leave Desong Cliff.
If Cuitik hesitates and dares not take action, Song Demei will kill him. It would be best if Cuitik can be driven away. If not, he will be killed!
He was the first one to come to the village and commit crimes. Even if the peddler blamed him, Song Demei could explain it.
This risky move can not only force Cui Zhuoke into a corner, but also make Desongya united against the enemy.
In particular, the common hatred of the enemy was the most important thing to Song Demei. In Song Demei's view, if these Dexiu were unwilling to fight for her, it would be better to let them die.
"What are you still standing there for? Send someone to go!"
Yue Congde hurriedly called for people. According to Song Demei's strategy, the more people he called, the greater his chances of winning.
The second brother was very efficient and soon he had called over all the important figures from the surrounding villages.
Song Demei shouted at the crowd, "The evil thief from the foreign land has revealed his true colors and wants to fight to the death with us. How can we, Desongya, tolerate his bullying? Everyone, today we only need to...
As they were talking, the eldest son Yue Xingde ran over and shouted, "Mom, that foreign devil has gone crazy and brought a lot of Dao Lao ghosts into the village."
Song Demei looked calm, as this was all within her expectations: "Don't be afraid of him! Let the old and young go first and surround him. I'll see if he dares to attack!"
Yue Xingde couldn't explain the current situation: "A few elderly people in the village went up to argue with him. After just a few words, they broke out in rashes. Once the rashes appeared, they couldn't move."
"What kind of rash?" Song Demei had been in contact with Lu Huazi before, so she knew what color of rash was the most deadly.
Yue Xingde thought about how to describe it: "The color of the rash is quite special, it seems to be black..."
"A black rash?" The old lady had never seen anything like it. "Are you seeing things?"
Yue Xingde was about to speak when he suddenly felt an itch on his cheekbone and scratched it twice.
As a result of scratching, the cheekbone became swollen, and a rash the size of a little finger tip appeared on the cheekbone.
What he said before was correct. The rash was black, and underneath the crystal clear skin was black juice with a few floating red spots in the juice.
Yue Xingde touched his cheek and trembled all over. The old lady immediately distanced herself from the eldest brother.
She looked at Liang Zhongde, then at her eldest son: "That foreigner wouldn't dare to kill innocent people."
The boss immediately understood what Song Demei meant.
Cuitik didn't dare to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so Song Demei handed over the innocent people to Cuitik. Song Demei had the moral advantage. Not only could he suppress Cuitik through his moral cultivation skills, but when the peddler asked about it in the future, this matter would also be evidence of his being right.
The boss came forward and tied up Liang Zhongde. Liang Zhongde was so scared that he kept crying: "I was just following orders. He didn't come with me, so I killed him..."
The boss didn't give him a chance to speak. He first covered Liang Zhongde's mouth and then led his men to the west entrance of the village.
Song Demei ordered the second brother: "Send all your men out to other villages to continue calling for help."
"Mom, this foreign devil is crazy. I'm afraid no one will dare to come to our place."
Song Demei was very confident: "There will always be brave men under a big reward. When you call people, tell them that as long as they can show up today, they will be rewarded with one dollar each!"
The second brother quickly called for help, while the eldest brother took Liang Zhongde to the west entrance of the village and met Cui Tik on Paifang Road.
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, I have brought the murderer here, you can do whatever you want today!" The boss pushed Liang Zhongde close to Cui Tik. Cui Tik took the cloth out of Liang Zhongde's mouth and asked, "Who told you to do this?"
Liang Zhongde cried, "It's Song Demei, it's her...
Yue Xingde shouted, "You little bastard, everyone is responsible for their own actions. What did my mother tell you? And what did you do yourself? How dare you bite someone here?
We in Desong Cliff will not produce people like you. Check your conscience before you speak. Don't ruin the reputation of our Dexiu just because you are afraid of death!"
The eldest brother used his moral skills and spoke powerfully, but Cuitik didn't listen to a word.
He passed Liang Zhongde and continued walking towards the boss.
Liang Zhongde looked back at the boss. His face was covered with black blisters. The blisters were growing very fast, squeezing and displacing his facial features.
His rash came on very violently, and every time a red spot appeared in the town, it was like a steel needle drilling into his flesh and blood.
"Please forgive me, I was wrong. I didn't want to kill him, I was just following orders..." Liang Zhongde was still begging for mercy, but Cuitik didn't even look at him.
The boss retreated while shouting, "We don't want to fight with you. This matter has nothing to do with us. If you kill innocent people here, it is equivalent to violating the peddler's order. If you dare to attack us, the peddler will definitely not let you go..."
The eldest brother's voice became weaker and weaker. There were more and more rashes on his face. When he gasped, his mouth was full of rashes. He stopped talking and couldn't walk anymore.
He sat down against the memorial archway, his whole body heaped on the ground like mud. He was still alive, his eyes could still move.
Cuitik walked into the village, and more and more people gathered around him. They didn't dare to approach Cuitik, and only dared to stand in the distance and point fingers: "What do you want to do with us? Go to whoever did it!" "We didn't offend you, aren't you bullying an honest person..."
Their voices were quieter than those of mosquitoes. The second brother Yue Congde shouted, "Louder! Louder! Those foreign devils must hear you!" They were using the technique of cultivating virtue, and emulating others' virtues.
Yue Congde hoped that they could use their skills to temporarily suppress Cuitik, but it seemed meaningless. It didn't matter how loud the sound was, Cuitik couldn't hear it.
A group of Dexiu had rashes on their faces, and like their boss, they all turned into a living mass of mud and piled on the ground.
Cui Tike killed his way to the house, and the peddler would definitely not be able to justify killing so many people. Song Demei felt that the time had come, and walked out of the house with his men: "Foreign evil thief! One life for one life, we have handed the culprit over to you, what else do you want? Do you want to kill all of us at Desongya!"
Cuitik walked towards Song Demei with an expressionless face.
He did not hesitate or struggle at all, which was different from what Song Demei had expected. Seeing that verbal suppression had no effect, Song Demei simply took action against Cuitik.
De Xiu and Bing Xiu would definitely not have the upper hand in a head-on confrontation, but Song Demei was a cultivator on the cloud after all, and her techniques were very proficient. She first used a move of "Hou De Zai Wu" to press on Cui Tik.
I thought Cuitik could avoid it, but he didn't even try to dodge. He took it head-on and stumbled and fell to the ground. Has this foreigner lost his mind?
He's easier to deal with now that he's lost his mind!
Song Demei lowered his head and looked at Cuitik: "Today's matter ends here. Since you were also confused for a moment, I won't bother with you.
Hurry up and cure all the villagers' diseases and leave Desong Cliff as soon as possible. Even if the peddler blames you, I can say a few good words for you... Cuitik climbed up from the ground with the spirit of "virtue is the key to success".
His bones creaked and it seemed that several of them were broken. But his face showed no expression and he continued to walk towards Song Demei.
Song Demei was afraid of contracting the disease, so she tried to keep her distance from Cui Tik.
She continued to increase the intensity of her techniques, hoping to make Cuitik give up.
Cui Tike did not respond in any way. He just dragged his heavy feet and slowly approached Song Demei. What happened to this foreigner? Did he want to die?
This desperate fighting style shocked Song Demei, and the tactics she had formulated before also went wrong. She had many helpers around her, and seeing Cuitik's appearance, they were so scared that they dared not come forward.
After a moment of stalemate, a dozen Dao Lao ghosts suddenly besieged Song Demei, and Song Demei realized that the situation was not good.
After all the calculations, there was one thing that was missed. If Cui Tike really wanted to die, how should this matter be handled? Even the peddler's deterrence was useless, and Song Demei's calculations were meaningless.
She wanted to resist Dao Laogui, but once she was distracted, she couldn't control Cuitik. Should she use more strength to crush Cuitik to death, at least to fight one for one?
no!
This thought flashed through his mind for a moment, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. Song Demei had the courage and determination to risk the entire Desong Cliff.
She was determined not to risk her own life.
Take a step back and leave this place, and wait for the peddler to come and deal with him. Song Demei wanted to leave, but Cuitik pressed on and didn't give him a chance. A Dao Lao ghost reached out and grabbed Song Demei's face.
Song Demei barely dodged it, leaving a scar on his face.
Song Demei's heart sank, Dao Laogui's poison was incurable!
In panic, Song Demei saw a black rash on the face of the Dao Lao ghost. She also felt a tingling sensation on her face, and the rash appeared on her cheeks. Could he spread the disease through the Dao Lao ghost?
Song Demei no longer had the heart to fight. She had already been infected anyway. She simply put down her skills, stopped controlling Cuitik, and ran away. "Let you kill as many people as you want in Deyuan Village! When you have killed enough, I will come to you to negotiate the price."
The seriously injured Cuitik did not chase after them. He asked all the Dao Laogui around him to disperse and walk to every corner of the village.
A Dao Lao ghost raised his head and let out a long, shrill howl. He ordered all the Dao Lao ghosts from other villages to disperse. ..
Luo Zhengnan was still waiting for news about food at the station when he suddenly received a call from Li Qi: "Lao Luo, call me in a minute." To be honest, this operation was very confusing, but Luo Zhengnan had already gotten used to it.
A minute later, Lao Luo found a secluded place and called Li Qi. After waiting for a while, Li Qi flew to Luo Zhengnan's side.
Li Qi originally wanted to run back to Desong Cliff, but he was worried that he would be too late. He found a suitable person in Haichiling, gave the other party a sum of money, and sent the man to Kudaikan with a farewell of thousands of miles. He then flew to Desong Cliff himself.
When they met, he first asked Luo Zhengnan: "What happened at Desong Cliff?"
Luo Zhengnan was stunned: "Nothing happened, I have been waiting for food here..."
As he was talking, Luo Zhengnan's head trembled. It was his men who called him: "Master Luo, it's bad. The foreigners have been very ruthless. Everyone in the village has a rash. Our brothers have also been implicated."
"Because of what?"
"I heard that something happened to that child."
Li Banfeng was shocked: "Xiao De? Which bastard did this?"
Luo Zhengnan looked at Li Banfeng with a bewildered look on his face. This happened too suddenly, and Lao Luo didn't know how to deal with it. Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Tell me where our people are, and I'll go save them."
"Seventh Master, I'll go with you!"
"Don't go anywhere, just wait for my news here."
Song Demei ran from Deyuan Village to Dexiao Village. There was a man sitting under a big tree at the entrance of the village, his body covered with rashes. There were several people sitting on the village road, their bodies also covered with rashes. Where did their lesions come from?
Two Dao Lao ghosts came out of a house and stared at Song Demei silently. They were the ones who caused the disease. This foreigner was really crazy. He really wanted to kill them all!
Song Demei had no intention of fighting and hurried to De'en Village.
The situation in De'en Village is the same as that in Dexiao Village. Dao Lao ghosts are haunting all the surrounding villages, and everyone in the village is infected with herpes.
Song Demei was able to kill a few Dao Lao ghosts at first, but as her condition worsened, she became weak and even lost the ability to dodge Dao Lao ghosts. She ran to De'an Village again. As long as she passed through this village, she could leave the territory of Desong Cliff, but she was blocked by two Dao Lao ghosts.
She tried to get around Dao Lao Gui, but her legs, which were covered with rashes, were too weak to move, and she fell into the field. Dao Lao Gui picked up Song Demei and took her to Deyuan Village.
Song Demei still wanted to escape, but the layers of herpes on her body made her lose the ability to fight against the Dao Lao ghost.
Cui Tike dragged his seriously injured body and approached Song Demei step by step. Song Demei shouted hoarsely: "I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him. If you spare my life, Desong Cliff will be yours!"
"What do I want this place for?" asked Trick expressionlessly.
Song Demei shouted, "There is something else. My second son, Yue Congde, is no longer Yue Congde. He is another person. I will tell you what happened. Just forgive me!"
...
Li Banfeng walked from De'an Village to Dexiao Village. All the people he saw along the way were covered with black rashes and flashing red spots. Some of these people were still alive, while others had completely turned into mud.
The living people were unable to move, and all of them were piled on the ground like mud. The entire Desong Cliff was in the same situation.
De Xiu didn't care about anything. Li Banfeng only remembered the location of his own people, Luo Zhengnan's men, and the people from the Sand Snake Gang who stayed to help. They were all still alive. On the way, Li Banfeng had several rashes on his body. He returned to Suishenju again and again and used the technique of sleeping soundly to resolve them.
Walking to the foot of Decheng Mountain, Li Banfeng saw Cuitik. Cuitik and Dao Laogui dug a grave and buried the child.
"Hehe~" The Dao Lao ghost who couldn't cry made a hoarse hum beside the graveyard.
Cui Tike stood beside the cemetery and said to Li Banfeng, "When I first came to Desong Cliff, I actually thought things were very simple. I just wanted to kill everyone and let the peddler do whatever he wanted.
If the peddler let me go, I would make a fortune. If the peddler killed me, at least I would have taken another big step towards my dream! But when I arrived at the entrance of Deyuan Village, I saw him. He was being bullied and tortured by a group of people.
I originally thought that I shouldn't care about him, but I still did it. After taking him in, I wanted to find a different way to resolve this war. I wanted to try not to kill anyone, because I think that being alive is a beautiful thing.
It would have been great if I hadn't met him in the first place. The result would have been the same anyway... Speaking of this, Cuitik smiled self-deprecatingly.
Li Banfeng asked: "Did your technique succeed?" "Which technique are you talking about?"
"It's a technique that's somewhat similar to a contract, where you only kill the ones who should be killed."
Cuitik, who was originally quite calm, was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he was not so calm anymore. He explained his technique to Li Banfeng with great effort:
"That technique, the technique, is called, give me noodle soup...
Noodle soup, you know, it's the noodle soup I made, he likes it very much, but I can't learn the technique, I can never learn it again..."
Cuitik seemed to have forgotten the language of Prouzhou, and he spoke every sentence with great effort. He picked up a can from the cave entrance, and there was a wild flower in the can.
He held the can and looked at Li Banfeng and said, "He is an angel. Even Dao Lao Gui likes him so much. However, that group of the most moral people gave him away...."
It became increasingly difficult for Cuitik to speak, and he could no longer utter a complete sentence.
Li Banfeng said, "I guess his soul hasn't gone far yet. I have some way to bring him back to life." Cuitik saw a glimmer of hope: "Are you talking about bringing the dead back to life?"
The child's soul was indeed not far away. He sat under the petals of the can, raised his head, and looked at Cuitik quietly.
He saw Cuitik was trembling all the time, and thought Cuitik was hungry or thirsty. He had nothing to eat, so he wanted to catch a dewdrop and hand it to Cuitik. The child's soul was very weak, and Cuitik could not sense it. Li Banfeng could only barely see it with his golden eyes.
Li Banfeng didn't know what force allowed the child's soul to remain in the human world, nor did he know that his foolish cultivation skills could not bring the child back to life, but he knew that this was different from Cuitik's understanding of resurrection.
"To be precise, if I succeed, after he is resurrected, he can't be considered alive, nor dead. He should be considered a living dead in a certain sense." Cuitik's eyes dimmed: "You mean, it's similar to the ghost servant of the Nightmare Cultivator?"
"Almost." Li Banfeng couldn't find a more appropriate metaphor.
Cuitik held the can box and after hesitating for a long time, he shook his head.
"Don't let him be insulted or tortured anymore. If there is reincarnation, let him enter the next better reincarnation. If there is a heaven, I am willing to go there to find him."
"What are you going to do?" Li Banfeng turned and looked at Cuitik.
"The peddler is coming soon, he won't let me go," Cuitik put the can into his arms, "My friend, you have many men, they should also be infected with the disease, I will take you to save them."
Even at this time, Cui Tike still believed that Li Qi was his friend. The two of them were walking on the road and met Song Demei who was piled on the side of the road.
Song Demei had turned into a pile of mud, with only her head intact. She was still begging: "Desong Cliff is yours, spare me, everything is yours. I know where our second son is, I'll tell you, I'll take you to find him."
Li Banfeng looked at Song Demei: "She's not dead yet?"
"Not so fast, she will last a long time," said Cuitik. "What about the others?"
"Sooner than her, sooner or later, they will all die, except for her second son, Yue Congde." Li Banfeng asked: "Is there anything special about Yue Congde?"
"According to Song Demei, the current Yue Congde is not the real Yue Congde. He is from Neizhou. Song Demei knows Yue Congde's true identity, but she has been pretending to be confused. Yue Congde is a spy sent by Neizhou. He has given Song Demei a lot of help, including financial and material resources. Otherwise, Song Demei would not have survived until today."
Li Banfeng asked, "Where is Yue Congde? We can't keep this man."
"He has returned to Neizhou, bringing the gift I gave to Neizhou." Cuitik squatted down and saw one of Luo Zhengnan's subordinates. He retracted the disease, and the subordinate's body recovered a little.
"He will be back to normal in an hour. The antibodies in his body can last for five hours, allowing him to leave Desong Cliff within five hours."
Li Banfeng gave his subordinates a few instructions and then went to find the next person.
Cuitik looked at Li Banfeng and said, "You don't have many lesions on your body." "Yes, I have a way to deal with it."
Cuitik said, "It is very difficult to resist this disease. You are stronger than I expected."
Li Banfeng looked around and shook his head, "You are stronger than I expected. Desong Cliff is different from Qianliangfang. The environment here is not so isolated, but you still cleaned it up. What is the name of this rash? I have never seen you use it before."
Cuitik replied: "This is called no grass growing, a new technique I created. The people of Desong Cliff will decay here until they turn into mud.
Under the influence of the lesions, anyone who comes here will be infected with herpes. Unless the infected person finds a way to get rid of the lesions, he will not be able to leave Desong Cliff and will decay and become a part of Desong Cliff.
Unlike the corpses scattered all over the ground, the key element of this technique is not rapid spread, but persistence. The lesions here will exist for many years, just like the spores of fungi. During this period, it is difficult to find living creatures in Desong Cliff. "
Li Banfeng saw a grass on the ground with black spots all over its leaves. "Can plants also be infected with this kind of virus?"
"Yes, that's why it's called 'no grass can grow.'" When he said this, Cuitik was very calm, as if he was seriously explaining some knowledge. "What level of technique is this?"
Cuitik said: "The Cloud Technique may also be the last technique I create.
According to the agreement between me and the peddler, if this operation is successful, he will give me a piece of land so that I can maintain my status.
Now that things have turned out like this, I can forget about the reward. I will definitely be severely punished by the peddler, and the Bingxiu sect may become extinct." Li Banfeng was very surprised: "You have never had a land realm? Then how did you get promoted to the cloud?"
"My ancestor once promised to give me a piece of land, but that land has never been fulfilled. I used some ancient magic from my hometown, plus some special properties of the Sage Peak, to temporarily stabilize my status.
I held out for a long time, but those spells had limited effect, and now my condition is becoming increasingly unstable."
The people in Desong Cliff have not died yet. As long as Cuitik is willing to take back the lesion, they can still be saved. The peddler may also have something to discuss. But Li Banfeng did not persuade Cuitik, because he knew that Cuitik would not let this group of Dexiu go.
After saving Luo Zhengnan and Sha Jianfeng's men, Cui Tike escorted Li Banfeng to the edge of Desong Cliff, and then put the can into his arms: "If one day, you see my corpse, remember to take out this can and plant this flower next to my grave.
After saying that, Cuitik bowed to Li Banfeng. "Wait a moment." Li Banfeng stopped Cuitik.
He had many territories, and he wanted to give one to Cuitik so that he could secure his position.
Before Li Banfeng could speak, a rattle sounded and he saw the peddler. Cuitik was very calm. He didn't want to escape, nor did he intend to resist.
"Things are happening a little too fast!" Cuitik smiled and pointed at his clothes. "Friend, don't forget our promise. Don't forget to help me plant flowers." The peddler walked up to Cuitik and asked coldly, "Kill them all?"
"Almost." Cuitik nodded, although there were still many people in Desong Cliff who were not completely dead. The peddler sighed: "Then it's not my fault."
Cuitik calmly shook his head: "I don't blame anyone."
Li Banfeng was thinking about how to dissuade the peddler, but he saw the peddler took out a pair of deeds and handed them to Cui Tike: "I wanted to give you a good piece of land, but since you have done things like this, I will give Desong Cliff to you.
Cuitik was stunned, and Li Banfeng didn't understand either.
The peddler looked at Li Banfeng and snorted, "Do you envy him? I wanted to give you Desong Cliff at the beginning, but who told you not to help me do things?" Cuitik was stunned and asked, "You're still paying me?"
"Why not?" The peddler leaned against the truck and lit a cigarette. "Whether you make a profit or a loss, we owe each other nothing. There is no business in this world that is guaranteed to make a profit. I lost money on this business, but since you have done the job, I have to pay you."
PS: The peddler didn’t seem surprised by this result.
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