Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Shen Qingjun's choice, whether to kill or let go, may not be important to Jiang Ran.

But there was still a lingering gloom in his eyes, as if the answer to this question was very important.

Without waiting for him to finish, Shen Qingjun raised her tearful face and spoke with sobs.

"I was bitten by a centipede in the mountains. I don't know if I will become a completely bad person."

"But I believe that with so many people in the mountains, it is impossible for everyone to have committed an unforgivable crime punishable by death."

"And Yilun, Zishan, Xiaoyun, I know this is unreasonable, but I really can't say it..." She sobbed, her nose twitched, and she kept bowing to apologize.

"Jiang Ran, I beg you... Can you just execute the ringleader?" The last sentence was already as soft as a mosquito's whisper. "The rest of the people will naturally be punished by the law."

As soon as he finished speaking, the haze in Jiang Ran's eyes disappeared.

An ordinary heart beats freely in the chest with the attitude of a winner, happy and proud.

Shen Qingjun is still the same Shen Qingjun.

Her kindness was not shaken by the evil deeds of one person or a mountain.

Even though Luoyin Mountain was a filthy hell, she still felt that most people's crimes did not deserve the death penalty.

Executing the main culprit is an explanation to Bai Feifei, Ma Yiluan and others.

Sparing other people's lives is a kind gesture from a pure heart.

Everyone in the room had different looks in their eyes. No one expected Shen Qingjun to make such a decision.

You know, if Jiang Ran hadn't come here, she would have definitely died.

Even if you don't fall into the valley, you will be tied up in a room in the mountains, and you can imagine what you will face then.

If you ask yourself honestly, no matter who it is that swaps places with Shen Qingjun, no one would be able to say such words of repaying evil with kindness.

Jiang Ran's eyes moved, taking in all the changes in everyone's expressions.

Ma Yiluan was speechless, looking helpless.

Lu Xiaoyun looked puzzled and still had fear on his face.

Tan Zishan looked at the group of mountain people with resentment, and there was a hint of resentment in the depths of his eyes.

The villagers in Luoyin Mountain rekindled their hope, and looked at Shen Qingjun with gratitude and suppressed smiles.

These people didn't know why Shen Qingjun decided to let them go. They were just feeling relieved but secretly thought that Shen Qingjun was indecisive and would not be able to accomplish anything great.

Jiang Ran had no intention of paying attention to what these villagers were thinking.

With just one glance, he realized that no one in the room could understand Shen Qingjun.

Including Ma Yilun and the other two, there was more confusion and blame than agreement.

If Shen Qingjun had not experienced all of this personally and almost died in the mountains, he would have been scolded by his companions.

Precisely because she is a victim, her words and kindness are worthy of consideration and are even more precious.

After Jiang Ran said these words, he looked at Shen Qingjun, who was looking at him timidly like an abandoned kitten, and he actually felt that a corner of his soul was touched by him.

The arrogance hidden deep in his eyes disappeared, and he spoke as he heard the sound of Zhu Xiao'e's painful struggle on the ground.

"Although your decision is stupid..."

Jiang Ran paused slightly when he said this, causing Shen Qingjun to look up with expectation in his eyes.

"But I will do your bidding."

There was a rare warmth in his voice.

Shen Qingjun trembled all over, and looked for his gaze as if she had been saved.

When their eyes met, she actually saw some encouragement and appreciation in Jiang Ran's eyes.

Then the panic and helplessness in my heart disappeared completely for no reason.

Not to mention what was in her mind, just the group of villagers from Luoyinshan almost collapsed to the ground when they heard Jiang Ran's words.

The strong smell of blood in the house was lingering, and had long since made them dare not even think of resisting.

At this moment, the courage that they had been holding on to in their hearts was lost, and they all became more timid, lowering their heads for fear of attracting Jiang Ran's attention.

As for Zhu Xiao'e, whose tongue was torn off, no one took her seriously anymore, and the same went for the men and women in her group.

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Ran gently waved at the little girl lying under the table: "Come here."

Wenwen's young body was shaking non-stop. Looking at the vicious eyes of a group of villagers looking at her inadvertently, her little face turned pale in an instant.

She knew very well that these people must be holding a grudge against her.

Once Jiang Ran leaves, her fate will definitely be worse than death.

But when she walked to Jiang Ran's side again, she did not beg for mercy or complain.

Wenwen knew very well how indifferent the other party was to life, and could easily see through everyone's hidden thoughts, so she didn't dare to speak carelessly.

Jiang Ran handed her the jar containing the Three Yin Centipede and then opened the jar.

Wenwen hugged the glass jar, her arms shaking like sieves.

As the mouth of the jar opened, the gray-white centipede, which had been somewhat lethargic in the jar before, suddenly became ferocious and violent.

It bounced up from the bottom of the jar in a terrifying way and tried to jump out of the jar.

Jiang Ran pressed down with his backhand to cover the mouth of the jar. A faint green light flashed, and then the centipede fell back into the jar. It jumped up and down several times, but was firmly suppressed by the green light that seemed to appear and disappear at the mouth of the jar.

Wenwen saw the ferocious centipede approach the empty jar mouth several times and fall into the bottom of the jar inexplicably. She could not help but suppress her fear and looked up and down at the uncovered glass jar in her hand.

Seeing this, Jiang Ran pressed her head and forced her to turn away.

After she had a clear look at the villagers in the house, she spoke without question: "Hold the jar and go to each villager of Luoyin Mountain one by one."

"Wait for each of them to drip a drop of blood into it, and then return it to me."

After giving these instructions, he walked straight to where Ma Yiluan and the others were, without caring about Wenwen's mood, and pulled over a chair and sat down.

"Brother Ran, please untie us quickly. We are almost strangled to death."

When Ma Yiluan saw Jiang Ran was very close to him, he immediately started wailing and shouting.

Jiang Ran raised his eyebrows and waved at him, his eyes still paying attention to Wenwen's every move.

The little girl took a long while to calm down before suppressing her fear and walking to the villager closest to her, holding the glass jar.

She took a deep breath, raised the glass jar, and pointed the mouth of the jar at the other person so that he could see more clearly.

"Bloody." Wenwen didn't dare to say much. She whispered something and waited obediently there.

The man kneeling on the ground stared at her with a fierce look in his eyes for a long time without saying a word.

Jiang Ran was watching closely from the side and coughed lightly when he saw it.

The cough was not loud, but it was like a panacea, immediately clearing the Ren and Du meridians of the kneeling man, causing him to pierce his finger without hesitation and squeeze out a drop of blood.

Fresh blood dripped into the jar. The Three-Yin Centipede, which had just calmed down, suddenly became like a chicken with blood injected, and swam around madly in the jar, swallowing up all the blood in a flash.

The kneeling man felt his heart tighten when he saw this, and felt inexplicably flustered.

Wenwen did not stay in front of him for too long. While the power of Jiang Ran's cough was still there, she quickly found the next target.

Jiang Ran looked away only after he saw that she was carrying out the tasks he had assigned her in an orderly manner and that there was no longer any sign of reluctance to cooperate.

Shen Qingjun then walked up and without saying a word, quickly untied the ropes on Ma Yiluan and others.

Ma Yiluan, who had regained his freedom, stretched his body, looked at Shen Qingjun's uneasy expression, hesitated for a moment, and did not dare to blame her.

Jiang Ran had made a decision, and no one else could interfere. He understood this principle.