Chapter 143 Wagging your tail and begging for mercy, I'll send you to meet the King of Hell.
Upon seeing this, the person immediately lowered their head and pressed their palm against Li Chenjin's, like a dog wagging its tail and begging for its master, silently trying to please Li Chenjin, its master.
Li Chen seemed pleased by his docile actions, chuckled softly, and gently brushed his fingertips across the corner of his eyes, which were faintly tinged with tears, adding in a soft voice, "I'll send you to see the King of Hell."
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This village has been entrenched in this area for a long time, so its population is much larger than what Li Chen had seen in Li Xianghuan's memory.
However, when you calculate it, there isn't actually that many more people, only about a hundred more. It's not too difficult to deal with, but chasing after them takes a little more effort.
Li Chen slowly exhaled and pulled hard with his hand.
With a hiss, the three-foot-long sword, which had been embedded in the back of the person in front of her, was pulled out of the man's flesh with a tearing sound.
As the sword was completely pulled out, warm blood gushed out, like a sudden surge of warm spring water, drenching her head and face.
Her clothes were soaked with hot blood, and soon wisps of white steam rose up, giving her the illusion that she was soaking in a hot spring.
The person in front of her had his heart and lungs shattered by the spiritual energy covering the sword the moment it pierced his body.
Therefore, although his eyes were wide open, he could not make a sound. Like the other corpses that had fallen silently before, he fell to the ground, making only the dull thud of flesh hitting the ground.
Li Chen slowly raised her head, looking at the bright sun overhead. She felt the slight itch as the blood slid down her cheeks, and a smile slowly appeared on her face. A few low, muffled laughs escaped her throat.
She laughed for a while, then lowered her head, raised her left hand, and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her eye, the source of which was unknown.
Then, she gently rubbed the blood that had stained her fingertips apart and held it under her nose to sniff it.
Upon smelling the blood, her gaze, which had been cold and excited due to murderous intent, gradually softened.
Hmm... it tastes just like before.
This feeling of being surrounded, covered, and stained by endless blood...
It's been so long since I've felt this way.
So much so that she actually...
A sense of nostalgia arose...
It's just a pity, a pity that a person can only die once. These people are all dead now, and she can't kill them a second time.
Back when she was the Sword God, she killed so many things that she only found killing interesting and exciting, but she never tasted anything else.
Now that she's been a part of the Zen meditation world for so long, experiencing the feeling of being a sword cultivator again has brought her a different kind of joy, even making her feel...
Being a sword god doesn't seem so bad...
I really want to kill more people...
Those people she had originally decided to distance herself from and forgive, after she had this thought, kept surfacing in her mind, making her even somewhat want to kill them all...
They were all killed...
They were all killed...
Not a single one was left...
Killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed, killed...
As the voices in his mind grew stronger, Li Chenjin suddenly sighed.
She raised her hand, pinched her brow, and muttered to herself, "It must be because part of this body was made from the head of that evil dragon, so the malevolent energy is too strong. Sigh... the little bit of compassion I've managed to cultivate is almost gone again, sigh..."
"Being a good person... is really difficult..."
After muttering to herself for a while, she took out the communication talisman that she had been keeping in her storage bag.
Then, she infused some spiritual power into the communication talisman.
The moment she finished writing the last word, the communication talisman spontaneously combusted and vanished from her sight in the blink of an eye.
After delivering the message, she didn't waste any time. She took out a shovel from her storage bag, found an open space, and began digging while humming a tune.
She thought she would have to dig several holes before Shen Zhengyuan would arrive.
Unexpectedly, just as she dug her second pit, a magic circle suddenly appeared on the ground not far from her.
The moment the magic circle was formed, the person who received her message appeared in the very center of the magic circle.
Li Chen looked up and saw Shen Zhengyuan step out of the magic array.
His gaze slowly swept over the severed limbs scattered on the ground before him.
He looked at the faces of those corpses, which retained the expressions of pain, fear, pleading, resentment, and confusion from their last moments before death.
As I slowly appreciated the past, I felt no horror whatsoever; instead, a strange smile crept onto my face.
Looking at the strange smile on his face, and recalling his own killing moments, Li Chen couldn't help but sigh. He suddenly felt that following the old monk Mingcun for so many years hadn't been so bad after all.
Of course, it was fortunate that she followed the old monk Mingcun instead of Shen Zhengyuan, otherwise the cultivation world would have been turned upside down.
This wasn't just her making things up. After all, no matter how you look at it, if Li Xianghuan and Shen Zhengyuan got together, not only the cultivation world, but this whole world would probably be turned upside down.
One of these two men, though not bloodthirsty by nature, still considered killing a daily occurrence; while the other, though not exactly bloodthirsty, was ruthless in killing people, cultivators, demons, ghosts, and so on.
Therefore, Li Xianghuan and Shen Zhengyuan are both incredibly capable of killing. It's fortunate that their ideologies are incompatible; otherwise, if they were to get together, what would become of them?
The only difference between Li Xianghuan and Shen Zhengyuan is that although Li Xianghuan regards killing as commonplace, he only kills the wicked and not the good; while Shen Zhengyuan, on the other hand, kills whoever offends him and his people, regardless of good or evil, right or wrong.
Therefore, a large part of the reason why these two people couldn't get along before was because of their different beliefs.
But she can see now that Shen Zhengyuan is quite accommodating to his own people.
He knew she didn't like him killing innocent people indiscriminately, so he stopped doing so, at least not in front of her.
If he had been so accommodating to Li Xianghuan in the past, given Li Xianghuan's personality of responding better to gentleness than force, the two of them would definitely have gotten along well.
But if the two of them got along well and could talk to each other, she really didn't dare to think about what might happen.
However, given their temperaments and personalities, these two might kill so many people in the world that they wouldn't dare to be human anymore...
Li Chen coughed twice, and seeing that Shen Zhengyuan was still admiring the gruesome corpses, he immediately raised his voice, so loud that it sounded like he was coughing up his lungs.
Shen Zhengyuan was finally drawn over by the coughing sound.
Just as he turned to look at Li Chenjin, he saw Li Chenjin holding two shovels in one hand and waving in his direction with the other, saying, "Come on, help me dig."
Shen Zhengyuan: "..."
Shen Zhengyuan: "...?"
Shen Zhengyuan walked over with a strange expression, and then took the shovel from her hand with an equally strange expression.
Then, he looked at the shovel in his hand, then at the blood-stained ground beneath his feet, and fell into a rare silence.
During his silence, Li Chenjin's movements never stopped, appearing extremely relaxed and exceptionally efficient...
Another human-shaped pit was dug out...
Then, Li Chenjin, who was standing in the pit, raised his head, squinted at Shen Zhengyuan, who was still holding the shovel and staring blankly, and clicked his tongue and said, "Sect Leader Shen, I invited you here not to stand here in a daze. Didn't you used to dig pits quite well? Have you forgotten how to dig after not digging for hundreds of years?"
Shen Zhengyuan: "..."
To be honest, since he rebuilt the cultivation world, he had never done this kind of rough work himself, and he was indeed somewhat out of touch with the essentials.
And most importantly...
He couldn't understand Li Chenjin's actions at all.
Why would she bury someone after she's already killed them?
Wouldn't it be more convenient to just leave the corpse to rot in the wilderness?
Despite his incomprehension, when he saw Li Chen straighten up, plant the shovel in the ground, and squint at him with a somewhat displeased expression, he immediately lowered his head and began to work with great effort…
Dig a hole...
After all, judging from the look Li Chenjin had given him just now, he had no doubt that if he didn't do as Li Chenjin said, he would be buried in a pit...
In a daze, he seemed to recall a few moments of fear that Li Chenjin had instilled in him hundreds of years ago...
Just like he had done hundreds of years ago, he gripped the shovel tightly and began to dig the hole earnestly.
However, although he was not injured at the moment and his physique was much stronger than before, to be honest, he had not done much physical work, and had not touched it for a long time.
Although those in the cultivation world don't like to rely on others for everything, they often use spells and magical artifacts to handle most of the daily trivial matters, saving them a lot of trouble and effort. Therefore, when it comes to physical exertion...
He is truly inferior to Li Chenjin.
Therefore, even though he had started digging with great effort, by the time the sun was setting, he was exhausted and could no longer dig...
He glanced in Li Chenjin's direction and saw her still tirelessly swinging the shovel, like a tireless mole, working very hard and digging with increasing vigor, the shovel almost leaving afterimages as she swung it...
He couldn't help himself after all...
He sighed.
He felt he was about to die, but Li Chenjin had no time to care about him at the moment. He was only counting the number of corpses here, how many pits were still needed, and how many trees he would have to cut down to make the tombstone.
Just as she was engrossed in her calculations, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a white hem of clothing, which was gradually approaching her.
She looked up and saw Shen Zhengyuan dragging a shovel, walking slowly toward her, around the deep pits and small mounds in the ground, his head down.
She raised her hand, gently pressed her palm against the edge of the pit, and leaped directly up from the bottom.
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