571 In the stillness of the night, it was precisely
Just as I was enjoying myself, the power suddenly cut off from afar, and I felt a great sense of unease.
A seductive voice whispered in my ear, "Pleasure me and I will grant you power, immortality, wealth, beauty, fertile land, and a grand mansion."
I have everything you need.
The fishmonger stood up gently, pulled out the statue from his chest, and the grotesque statue now looked incredibly precious.
Looking at the three people on the ground, his eyes gleamed with an unprecedented light.
Fierce and decisive, as fierce as a storm, impossible to look directly at.
Those eyes, which had just returned from the brink of death, gleamed with a sharp light, so fierce they seemed ready to tear their prey apart, showing no mercy whatsoever.
The three people who had just looked up, expecting the power to empower them, were terrified to see their own dead body standing right in front of them. They involuntarily took a few steps back.
They huddled together, terrified, and asked, "You... are you a human or a ghost?"
He suddenly felt his muscles fill with explosive power, and the stone, which was as thick as a bowl, that he had been holding before now felt as light as a feather.
A chilling smile played on his lips, and blood dripped incessantly from his still-unhealed chest.
Without a word, like a tiger descending a mountain, he pounced suddenly, the stone in his hand falling like thunder, smashing towards the leader's hard head.
In an instant, the head exploded, splattering red juice everywhere, a mixture of red and white.
The flying debris sprayed like a torrential rain, hitting the second and third brothers so hard that their faces swelled up.
The stone was instantly embedded inside.
The fishmonger's eyes were cold and fierce, as if all obstacles would be reduced to dust.
The third brother was so frightened that he wet himself, his eyes filled with terror. He was at the very back and scrambled to escape.
Abandoning the stone, like a hungry wolf hunting its prey, it pounces straight at its opponent, its hard, dry hands seemingly stiff as iron, its fingers slightly bent like iron hooks, gripping the opponent's shoulders tightly.
The third brother screamed in pain as the fishmonger tore his shoulders, causing blood to gush out.
Then a sudden kick struck his back, the kick was like iron, and his back was like paper, it pierced through him in an instant, blood spurted out, and the ground was covered in bright red.
Suddenly, he was attacked from behind. It turned out that his second brother had pulled out a short dagger and stabbed it into his back. After the dagger had penetrated about three-tenths of an inch, it suddenly got stuck.
The fishmonger turned around and, with his hands like eagle claws, swiftly grabbed the neck.
The second brother was unable to retreat in time and was instantly torn apart by the iron claws, his blood gushing out like a fine rain.
They are ruthless and vicious, determining not only victory and defeat, but also life and death.
A thick stench of blood filled the air, staining the ground, the rock walls, and everything in between, as if the entire space was stained red with blood.
At this moment, he no longer resembled a human; the fishmonger seemed to have transformed into a ferocious beast, each attack filled with rage and cruelty.
It tore into countless pieces, and also tore apart the hatred and pleasure in my heart.
The statue of the evil god was placed respectfully in the center. He knelt and bowed three times to thank his benefactor, and said that revenge would begin from this day forward.
Even if this road is a one-way street, I have no regrets now.
After a long while, he solemnly put away the evil god statue, which now looked even more lifelike.
The fishmonger knelt and prayed for a long time, thinking of the head constable who had framed him, and the young constable.
He whispered, 'They all deserve to die.'
Suddenly, he remembered that he was thinking of his wife and children at home, and a sense of urgency rose in his heart.
When he left, the thought of his family and clan members 'eating up the family's wealth' naturally came to mind.
His eyes hardened, and he thought to himself, 'I hope it's not like that; otherwise, don't blame me.'
The night was slightly cool, and I felt a gentle warmth and strength in my body, which was truly comforting and joyful.
A current of energy flowed rapidly through his body, and a force slowly but surely arose in his hands.
'This is the legendary power of blood and qi! It's truly captivating. No wonder martial artists are so powerful; this must possess at least a thousand jin of strength.'
The fishmonger tidied things up a bit and found a six-foot-long stick as thick as a fist, but immediately felt it was too light.
I quickly headed in the familiar direction. When I passed the river, it was pitch black, a cool breeze was blowing, and there was no one by the river.
I couldn't help but come to the riverbank and gently wash myself.
With a long staff slung over his shoulder, his eyes were cold as he stared at the still-lit outer city walls. It seemed that the rogue was over there, and it was said that he had a lot of money at home.
With a single leap, he arrived at his home in less than half an hour.
A faint light shone from inside the door, along with the sound of soft weeping; it was a dilapidated thatched hut.
A wave of sadness washed over me.
He knocked gently on the door and whispered, "My wife, it's me. I'm back. Don't make a sound."
The sounds inside abruptly stopped, as if they couldn't believe it.
After waiting a long time, or after carefully checking, the door slowly opens.
'My husband, you're really back. You're really healed.'
She rushed into his arms, overwhelmed with indescribable joy; the pillar of the family had returned.
He held his wife tightly, overwhelmed with indescribable joy. His arms were as strong as steel, filled with boundless love and cherishment.
A radiant smile bloomed on his face, a joy that welled up from the bottom of his heart.
Happiness and contentment filled me; it was as if the whole world had become incredibly beautiful at that moment.
He said in an extremely gentle voice, "My lady, I was fortunate enough to be treated by a master, and I am now fully recovered, but please do not tell anyone."
The woman nodded obediently, her eyes no longer filled with fear, and she suddenly felt reassured.
The fishmongers embraced each other, and immediately felt that they had made the right choice; otherwise, they didn't know what would have happened to their wives and children.
Looking at the sleeping child, whose face seemed slightly startled and whose breathing was uneven, as if something had disturbed his dream.
Her heart was filled with tenderness, yet her eyes held a hint of ruthlessness.
Speaking softly, as if afraid of disturbing the child, she asked, "Has anyone come to cause trouble these past two days?"
Upon hearing her husband's words, the wife's face instantly turned pale, and her eyes reddened.
She bit her lower lip tightly, as if trying to suppress the fear and sorrow in her heart.
He said in a low, trembling voice, "The lazy bum Bald Head from the village said yesterday that you were dead, and that he wanted to take me back and sell my child into slavery."
She quickly added, "It's good that my husband is back. That lazybones always likes to rely on his strength. He's all alone now, so please don't leave him."
A flash of anger and murderous intent crossed his eyes.
My wife is the most important person right now. Holding her hand tightly, he said firmly, "Don't be afraid. I'm here. No one can hurt you and the child."
With a soft "Mmm," she leaned gently against him. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the fishmonger glanced at her and realized that his wife had already fallen asleep.
Gently place your wife on the bed, carefully cover her with the quilt to make sure she doesn't catch a cold.
His eyes were full of tenderness and care; the two children in front of him were the most precious treasures in his life.
A tempting voice suddenly reappeared in her mind: 'Pleasure me, and I will grant you power, and your revenge will be complete. I will slaughter all those who wronged you.'
Following one's heart's desires is as if what one desires can be realized and known.
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