Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 146 The Death of Xiao He

call out!

Han Yi quickly bent down, creating a slight whooshing sound.

"call…..."

He breathed a sigh of relief. The space under the bed was completely empty and clean, suggesting that a cleaning service must have come daily to sweep it.

"Perhaps it's because the weather is getting colder, judging by the sound of the wind outside..."

Han Yi thought to himself, it's already late autumn, so a sudden drop in temperature is nothing unusual.

Don't scare yourself late at night!

Besides, there were rows of sheds next to him. Although the conditions in those sheds were simple, dozens of outer disciples were resting inside.

Han Yi shook his head, casually picked up some high-calorie food, and continued checking the register of outer disciples.

It was already dawn, and the first rays of sunlight were beginning to appear in the east. But its reach was still limited to the eaves, treetops, and mountain peaks. The dew on the grass along the mountain path had not yet dried, and a cool, refreshing scent of green grass mingled with the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, so strong it seemed to awaken even the most lingering dreams.

Han Yi got out of bed with a yawn. It was Cai Yu's time during the day, and he could go to rest.

But he probably doesn't have time to rest today...

"Brother Han, you're too late. Xiao He, he... he's already..."

"What? Let me see first!"

In a small courtyard in a house near the black market in Yuqingfang, Han Yi strode towards the main house. Behind him followed a teenager, who was none other than A Qiu.

However, Ah Qiu's eyes were now red and swollen, as if she had lost her spirit and her former liveliness.

After several lessons from Han Yi, coupled with ample food and the start of martial arts training, A Qiu has grown rapidly in recent months and already looks like a little adult.

Especially after he beat up all the beggars on the nearby street, he went from being a beaten-up little beggar to a beggar leader. He gathered many little beggars and monopolized businesses such as emptying chamber pots and cleaning up garbage. He was not exactly rich and powerful, but he was comparable to the average commoner.

So, upon learning that Han Yi was guarding the black market, he bought a cheap house near the black market and brought Xiao He along as well.

Bang!

Han Yi strode to the door and forcefully opened the wooden door.

The door opened, but there was no sound from inside. The room was filled with a foul stench, as if rotting dead meat had been put inside.

"Xiao He!" he called out.

The person on the bed remained motionless, curled up in a ball. Although Han Yi had already learned of this from A Qiu, he still harbored some suspicions.

He walked over and reached out to turn the small bed over to take a look.

A deathly pale, emaciated face, devoid of any flesh or blood, appeared before his eyes.

Xiao He's two eyes were shriveled and dry, looking particularly empty and frightening.

Most importantly, countless tiny black insects were crawling around in Xiao He's nostrils, and there were also many black insects crawling in and out of his ears and open mouth!

Although in Han Yi's view, the values ​​of these insects were all '0~1', the scene was incredibly terrifying and frightening.

Han Yi felt a chill run down his spine, quickly took a few steps back, and ran out of the house.

"Ah Qiu, how long has Xiao He been dead?" He gasped for breath and asked in confusion. Looking at Xiao He, it was as if he had been dead for a long time.

"No, not long after..."

"Since I brought him to live in the city, he's been eating well and sleeping soundly, and his health has improved a lot. At the time, we both thought he was completely cured..."

"I had to leave for a couple of days a couple of days ago, so I prepared a lot of food and drink for Xiao He. Who knew that when I came back, she would be like this..."

A-Qiu wiped away her tears and sobbed as she spoke, seemingly regretting her carelessness.

"Oh, please accept my condolences. This is fate..."

Han Yi patted A Qiu on the shoulder, comforting him. "I know, I, A Qiu, have seen dead people before... But, but, I can't accept Xiao He's death like this. How could a perfectly healthy person die from a cold..."

"this…..."

Han Yi didn't know what to say. After helping A Qiu with Xiao He's funeral arrangements, he left in a hurry.

"The Cult of Grain!"

'Looks like I really should find an opportunity to meet you all!'

However, on his way out, Han Yi's mind was filled with thoughts, and he was filled with a murderous aura.

The breakthrough in his own strength, the deaths of those around him, and the rampant arrogance of the "Valley God Cult" made Han Yi determined to make a decision.

"Hehehe, give me the money! Give me the money!"

"Grandpa, this is the third time you've come this month. Where would we get any extra money?" "No money? Damn it! Without money, how can we fend off those lunatics of the 'Cult of Grain'? Do you know how wicked the 'Cult of Grain' is? They'd usually chop up useless people like you and feed them to the insects..."

Chang Le Fang, in front of a mud-brick house.

A burly man with no eyebrows was talking to a simple-minded man dressed in burlap clothes.

"Sir, but my family really has no money left..."

The honest-looking man said with a mournful face, but secretly he thought it would be better to join the "Grain God Cult." He'd heard that all it took to join was drinking a bowl of "talisman water," and if you kept recruiting people for the cult, they'd provide food and lodging. If it weren't for his wife being pregnant and making moving inconvenient, he would have already done it...

"Hey, Li Lao Er, you're so stubborn, you never learn your lesson, huh!"

"Men, beat them!" The eyebrowless man waved his hands, and his two henchmen behind him grinned and stepped forward with wooden sticks.

"My lord, my lord, please stop hitting him..."

A woman of somewhat attractive appearance ran out of the earthen house. She was a little plump with a slightly protruding belly and protected her husband.

"Li Lao Er, so that's why you've been staying home all day. Turns out you got married! Why didn't you let us know you got married? We could have given you some money as a wedding gift!"

The eyebrowless man's eyes lit up, and he chuckled.

"Fang Biao, if you dare touch my wife, I'll fight you to the death!!!"

Li Lao Er clearly knew the character of Fang Biao and his group, and roared.

"Heh heh, Li Lao Er, you want to fight me to the death?"

Fang Biao said with a laugh, then changed the subject: "Tie him up! Let's go have some fun!"

After tying up Li Lao Er, Fang Biao waved his hand and beckoned to his underlings.

"Hehe, Brother Fang is really awesome!"

"Yeah, hehehe..."

His two henchmen laughed lewdly.

"Woman, hurry up and go to Master Jiang Xiu's place!"

Li Lao Er cried out in despair, but he was just an ordinary person. How could he possibly resist martial artists? He could only watch helplessly as Fang Biao and the other two men grinned lewdly and walked toward his wife in the corner.

"Quick, quick, run!"

Li Lao Er's voice grew weaker and weaker until he finally closed his eyes in anguish, two lines of clear tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. What else could he do?

Click!

A crisp sound rang out, and his wife suddenly cried out, a cry filled with surprise. Whoosh!

A large handful of foul-smelling liquid landed on Li Lao Er's face, and he instinctively opened his eyes.

A man with a dark face, imposing figure, and holding an iron pen stood on Fang Biao's back.

As for Fang Biao's two henchmen, their bodies were already twisted into strange angles, and they died on the spot without even letting out a scream.

"The Black-Faced Judge!?"

Li Lao Er shouted again, but this time his voice was filled with joy.

He had long heard from the storytellers at their stalls that a black-faced judge had come to An'yan City. The storyteller said, "That black-faced judge has a jet-black face, a majestic figure, and carries an iron pen and a wooden tablet. Though his face is black, he is utterly impartial and incorruptible, specializing in executing the most wicked; though his methods are ruthless, he is also extremely righteous and only does good and punishes evil!"

A few days ago, Li Lao Er had overheard some rumors that many people in Changning Ward had witnessed the Black-Faced Judge's appearance, but he dismissed them as mere gossip. But now, but now…

At this critical moment, he was saved by the black-faced judge!

If I survive this unscathed, my family must set up a longevity tablet for the Black-Faced Judge!

Li Lao Er prayed silently in his heart.

"You, you are that... the Black-Faced Judge???"

"Yes, is there something you need...?"

Fang Biao, who was being trampled under Han Yi's feet, trembled like a sieve, no longer displaying his previous arrogance.

"It's nothing, you just need to answer a few questions for me properly..."

"As long as you tell the truth, I'll let you go..." Han Yi said gently, giving Fang Biao what he thought was a kind smile.

"Your Honorable Judge, we cannot release him..."

"Li Lao Er and his wife hugged each other tightly and whispered their prayers.

Although Han Yi heard it, he ignored it, as he had his own ideas.

But in Fang Biao's eyes, Han Yi's dark face and the row of white teeth he revealed looked like a wild beast ready to devour its prey, chilling to the bone.

He turned his head with difficulty, looked at his two underlings who were twisted like pretzels, and swallowed hard.

This time, he said with a mournful face, "Sir, please ask..."

"Hmm... what do you know about the 'Cult of Grain'...?"

"Alright, you can go now..."

Although Han Yi was not entirely satisfied with Fang Biao's answer, he remained calm and composed. He had already anticipated this situation and was not surprised at all.