Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"What's going on?" Zhang Ling asked with a hint of impatience in his tone.

The boss told a sad story in a halting manner.

It turns out that Xue Ji is the boss' daughter-in-law, who is beautiful, gentle and virtuous. But the boss's son is a lazy, idle dude who is addicted to gambling all day and owes a huge gambling debt. In order to pay off the debt, he actually sold Xue Ji to a local bully.

Unable to bear the humiliation, Xue Ji chose to commit suicide. But after her death, her resentment remained and she turned into a fierce ghost, coming back for revenge.

"I... I know I was wrong... please... let me go..." The boss cried and kowtowed for mercy.

Zhang Ling was silent for a moment, feeling mixed emotions. He thought it was a simple ghost incident, but he didn't expect there was such a tragic story behind it.

He looked at Xue Ji, his eyes full of sympathy and pity.

"What...what do you want?" Zhang Ling asked.

Xue Ji's eyes flashed with a dark green light, and her voice was icy cold: "I want them to... pay with blood!"

"They have been punished." Zhang Ling said, "Your revenge has been avenged."

"No! Not enough! Not enough!" Xue Ji let out a sharp scream, "I want them... to never be reborn!"

She suddenly opened her mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, and pounced towards the boss.

Zhang Ling was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed Xue Ji's hair and pulled her back.

"Calm down!" Zhang Ling shouted sternly.

Xue Ji struggled, her eyes filled with madness and hatred.

"Let me go! Let me kill them! Let me kill them!"

"You are already dead, and they are about to die. What else do you want?" There was a hint of helplessness in Zhang Ling's tone.

Xue Ji suddenly stopped struggling, and her eyes became empty and confused.

"I...I don't know..." She murmured in a low voice, "I just...hate it so much...hate it so much..."

Zhang Ling sighed. He knew that Xue Ji's hatred was deep in her bones and could not be easily resolved.

He let go of Xue Ji's hair and let her collapse to the ground.

"Go ahead." Zhang Ling said, "Go...go and reincarnate."

Xue Ji raised her head and looked at Zhang Ling blankly.

"Reincarnation?" She repeated the word, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, "Can I...reincarnate?"

"Okay." Zhang Ling nodded. "If you let go of your hatred, you can be reincarnated and start over."

Xue Ji was silent for a moment, with a hint of struggle in her eyes.

"I... I'm afraid..." she whispered, "I'm afraid... to meet people like them again..."

Zhang Ling walked up to Xue Ji, squatted down, and gently stroked her hair.

"Don't be afraid." He said gently, "I will protect you and won't let anyone hurt you again."

Xue Ji raised her head and looked into Zhang Ling's eyes, her eyes full of gratitude and trust.

At this moment, the door of the teahouse was suddenly knocked open from outside.

A burly man walked in, followed by several men in black.

When the man saw Xue Ji on the ground, a gleam of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, isn't this Xueji? I didn't expect you to be still alive."

Zhang Ling stood up, stood in front of Xue Ji, and looked at the man coldly.

"who are you?"

The man sneered: "Who am I? You don't need to know. I just need to know that Xue Ji is my woman."

He reached out to grab Xue Ji, but Zhang Ling grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the man's wrist was broken.

He let out a scream and fell to the ground, holding his wrist.

"You...you dare to hit me?" He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Zhang Ling sneered: "I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know. I only know that if you dare to touch her, I will kill you."

"You... you dare to hit me?" The man covered his twisted wrist, sweating profusely from the pain, his facial features twisted. "Do you know who I am? I am the eldest son of the city lord, Master Zhao! If you dare to touch me, my father will never let you go!"

Zhang Ling sneered disdainfully: "City Lord? City Lord is nothing! I have even beaten the emperor, why would I be afraid of a mere city lord like you?" As he spoke, he raised his foot and stepped on Mr. Zhao's chest, looking down at him condescendingly, "If your father wants to help you, just tell him to come find me. My name is Zhang Ling, and I'm always at your service."

Master Zhao was frightened by Zhang Ling's momentum and dared not speak for a moment. The men in black behind him also showed fear and did not dare to step forward.

Xue Ji looked at Zhang Ling with her eyes full of gratitude and admiration. This man not only saved her, but also dared to offend the city lord's eldest son for her. This courage and boldness deeply moved her.

Zhang Ling looked down at Xue Ji, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes: "Are you okay?"

Xue Ji shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine, thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhang Ling smiled, "Protecting the weak is what I should do."

"Zhang Ling...you...have you really even beaten the emperor?" Xue Ji asked curiously.

Zhang Ling laughed: "Of course I have! The old emperor was incompetent and bullied the people. I couldn't stand it, so I beat him up. But... that was a long time ago." He seemed to be lost in memories, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Master Zhao took advantage of Zhang Ling's distraction, suddenly got up from the ground, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed at Zhang Ling.

"Go to hell!" he yelled hysterically.

Zhang Ling was prepared. He dodged the dagger by leaning sideways and slapped Master Zhao on the chest with his backhand, knocking him flying. He fell heavily to the ground and spit out blood.

"You don't know your own limitations." Zhang Ling said coldly.

He walked up to Master Zhao, squatted down, grabbed his hair and lifted him up.

"What...what do you want to do?" Young Master Zhao asked in horror.

Zhang Ling showed a hint of sneer on his face: "I want... to let you feel what true despair is."

As he spoke, he exerted force with his hands, and Mr. Zhao's neck made a crisp "crack" sound.

Young Master Zhao opened his eyes wide, made a "ho ho" sound from his mouth, his body twitched a few times, and then he became motionless.

The air around them froze instantly, and several men in black turned pale with fear and trembled all over.

Xue Ji was also shocked. She didn't expect that Zhang Ling would actually kill Master Zhao.

Zhang Ling stood up and clapped his hands, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"Okay, the troublemaker has been dealt with, let's go." He turned and said to Xue Ji.

Xue Ji was stunned for a moment, then nodded and followed Zhang Ling out of the teahouse.

Several men in black looked at each other, but ultimately did not dare to stop them and let them leave.

......

As night fell, Zhang Ling brought Xue Ji to an inn.

"Let's rest here tonight." Zhang Ling said.

Xue Ji nodded and followed Zhang Ling into the inn.

They asked for two upper rooms and went back to their rooms to rest.

Xue Ji lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

What happened today made her feel both scared and excited. She was scared of Mr. Zhao's death, and excited about Zhang Ling's strength and his protection of her.

She was full of curiosity about Zhang Ling. Who was this man? Why was he so powerful?

She stood up and walked to the window, looking at the night outside, her heart full of doubts.

Suddenly, she heard a strange noise coming from the next room.

She pricked up her ears and listened carefully, and found that it was Zhang Ling's voice.

"Ah...gently...gently..."

Xue Ji's face turned red instantly when she realized what Zhang Ling was doing.

She quickly covered her ears, her heart filled with shyness and curiosity.

She secretly put her ear against the wall, trying to hear more clearly.

"Hmm...ah...comfortable..."

Zhang Ling's voice became more and more ambiguous, and Xue Ji's heartbeat became faster and faster.

She felt her body getting hotter and hotter, and an inexplicable impulse surged in her.

She couldn't help but want to get closer to Zhang Ling and see what he was doing.

She quietly opened the door and tiptoed to Zhang Ling's door.

She took a deep breath and gently opened the door...

In the room, Zhang Ling, with his upper body naked, was touching a...scarecrow...all over.

Xue Ji: "......"

"If you dare to touch her, I will kill you." Zhang Ling's voice was as cold as if it came from the Netherworld.

The man was stunned. He didn't expect Zhang Ling to be so tough. The men in black behind him also looked at each other and didn't dare to step forward.

"Boy, you are so arrogant." The man recovered and said viciously, "Do you know who I am? I am from the Wang family in the south of the city! If you dare to touch me, the Wang family will not let you go!"

Zhang Ling sneered disdainfully: "Wang family? Are you so great? I don't care who you are. If you dare to touch her hair today, I will make you come in with your head held high and leave sideways!"

Seeing that Zhang Ling was not afraid at all, the man felt a little timid, but he couldn't show weakness in front of so many men. He gritted his teeth, pulled out a dagger from his waist, pointed at Zhang Ling and said, "Boy, you are looking for death!"

After saying that, he swung the dagger towards Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling dodged sideways, grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it hard.

"Crack!"

The man's wrist was broken again and the dagger fell to the ground.

He let out a scream, fell to the ground, holding his wrist, and rolled over.

"Waste!" Zhang Ling snorted coldly and kicked the man in the stomach.

The man curled up on the ground like a shrimp, groaning in pain.

Zhang Ling ignored him, turned around, walked to Xue Ji, and said softly: "Are you okay?"

Xue Ji shook her head, her eyes full of gratitude and admiration. She had never seen such a brave man, who dared to go against the Wang family in the south of the city to protect her.

"Thank you." Xue Ji said in a low voice.

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "You're welcome. This is what I should do."

He helped Xue Ji up and said softly, "Let's go."

Xue Ji nodded and followed Zhang Ling out of the teahouse.

The men in black looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Their master had been beaten like this, and they did not dare to stop Zhang Ling and Xue Ji from leaving.

Zhang Ling and Xue Ji walked out of the teahouse and disappeared into the night.

......

Wang's family in the south of the city.

Mr. Wang sat on the armchair with a terribly gloomy face.

"Useless! A bunch of useless!" he roared, "If you can't even catch a little Xue Ji, what use do I have for you!"

The man in black kneeling on the ground was trembling and dared not say a word.

"Master, calm down." An old man who looked like a butler came over and whispered, "I have sent people to investigate. The boy's name is Zhang Ling. He just came to the city recently and his identity is unknown."

"Unknown identity?" Master Wang snorted coldly, "I don't care who he is. If he dares to touch anyone from my Wang family, I will make him pay the price!"