Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 147 A Counterattack

"Black-faced Judge, you can't be fooled by Fang Biao, that scoundrel! He's a truly wicked man!!!"

Li Lao Er mustered his courage and spoke loudly to Han Yi.

"My lord, may I... leave now?"

Fang Biao's trembling body stopped shaking.

Han Yi remained noncommittal and did not respond, but simply lifted his foot that was stepping on Fang Biao.

"Thank you, sir!"

After standing up, Fang Biao respectfully bowed deeply. He felt a little smug; he hadn't expected to be so easily fooled by the notoriously ruthless judge who never spared the wicked. He'd definitely brag about it when he got back!

However, the most important thing is to report it in time. Even if we have to join forces with the "Cult of Grain God", we must kill that Black-Faced Judge!

Although Fang Biao's thoughts were dark, his expression showed no sign of anything amiss. He ran quickly towards the door without stopping.

call out!

Like a fleeting leap, or a dragon soaring through the sky.

To Li Lao Er's astonishment, the black-faced judge, who had been standing still, landed lightly on Fang Biao's head like a swallow, but Fang Biao did not notice at all.

puff!

Suddenly, Han Yi punched Fang Biao hard in the back, followed by a muffled thud.

"You, you're playing dirty tricks..."

Fang Biao's spine snapped instantly, his upper body contorting backward in a bizarre posture. 'This late-stage Bone Refinement martial artist's vitality is indeed more tenacious than those two early-stage Bone Refinement martial artists from before…'

“If you answer my questions truthfully, I will agree to let you go. But first, you didn't answer honestly. Second, when I let you go, I never said I would spare you…”

Han Yi smiled slightly and patiently explained to the dying Fang Biao that even if a Bone Refining stage martial artist has strong vitality, a broken spine can only hold on for a short while, which is the limit.

For someone like Fang Biao, who doesn't even spare pregnant women, and is blinded by lust, and considering that even though Fang Biao hesitated and refused to reveal the truth when Han Yi interrogated him, Han Yi, with his keen mind, could deduce from just these few clues that Fang Biao was a person who had committed numerous evils and was utterly wicked!

Therefore, Han Yi doesn't have the "black-faced judge" persona, and he would absolutely never let Fang Biao go!

Ever since the day Han Yi learned of Xiao He's death and saw the remains of her body, he had made up his mind to thoroughly investigate the "Valley God Cult." So, he went to the vicinity of Changning Ward and Changle Ward, using his "Transformation Technique" to disguise himself as the Black-Faced Judge and secretly begin his investigation.

Of course, the iron pen in his hand was just for show; what he truly relied on was his fist.

As for the Xuan Tie Sword, he left it at home for the time being. After all, the Xuan Tie Sword was too conspicuous, and it was inconvenient to carry it on his person while conducting secret investigations.

"Your Excellency, the Black-Faced Judge, my wife and I will forever remember your kindness..."

At this moment, Li Lao Er and his wife cautiously walked over and respectfully bowed deeply. They were filled with respect for Han Yi, who was dressed as the black-faced judge. Their previous idea of ​​joining the "Valley God Cult" had long been forgotten.

"You're too kind, you're too kind..."

Han Yi quickly helped Li Lao Er and the others up. Having experienced the life of an ordinary person in his previous life, he always had some empathy for these ordinary people, which was why his actions in the past few days had been discovered.

"Let's go, let's go, don't come back. Even leaving the city is better than staying here!"

Han Yi stood in front of the wooden door, which bore many footprints, and instructed Li Lao Er and the others that he had just given them some silver in preparation for them to leave this place.

After all, Fang Biao was a member of the "Eight Strikes Sect." A Bone Refining stage martial artist went out to collect money, but mysteriously disappeared. Anyone with a brain would think that Li Lao Er and the others would also be implicated.

So Han Yi simply gave them some money to leave as soon as possible. That was all he could do. If they were unwilling to leave, there was nothing he could do, and he stopped trying to persuade them.

For example, Manager Liu of "Liu's Rice Shop," despite Han Yi's early warnings, was unwilling to leave because of his family's business...

It's impossible to reason with a damned ghost...

As dusk fell and night deepened, the streets of Changning Ward, unlike the bustling hawking sounds of Yuqing Ward and Heyue Ward, were noisy, filled with the cries of women and the laughter of men, and occasionally, the cracking sounds of sticks striking flesh.

"Feng Hu, Wu Shen, you two take a few men and check out Chang Le Fang's territory. We received a tip from our informant that 'Eight-Strike Gang' seems to be gathering men, who knows what kind of trouble they're up to! Damn it, if they dare to cause trouble, Feng Hu, first send someone to inform me, then Wu Shen, you go and take them down!"

A bald man with only half a face roared angrily on the street in front of the door. He was filled with rage. The investigation into Zhu Tong's death was still incomplete, and now the "Eight Gates," which had just stopped fighting, were inexplicably starting to cause trouble again!

The streets here are fairly clean, and there are more than a dozen houses. Judging from their exterior decorations, they clearly belong to the same faction.

This is a branch altar of the "Grain God Sect". The surrounding houses are long gone, leaving only messy rooms.

Inside a residential house, Han Yi was shrouded in darkness, his eyes fixed on the movements opposite him.

Although there is no direct evidence that Xiao He's strange illness was caused by the "Valley God Cult," Han Yi speculated that even if there was no direct connection, the "Valley God Cult" must have been secretly instigating and causing harm!

Not to mention, based on Han Yi's observations and inquiries over the past few days, this branch altar spends its days either raping and abusing women or oppressing the people. So, he decided to eliminate this branch altar to vent his anger.

In the past few days, by interrogating members of gangs hostile to the "Grain God Cult" and by staking out the entrance of the "Grain God Cult" stronghold every day, he has roughly figured out the power of this branch altar.

Most of the followers here were at the Bone Refining stage, and he could only occasionally see a few Blood Refining stage martial artists. He didn't find any Meridian Opening stage martial artists at all, which made him feel a little more at ease.

This branch altar has one altar master and six incense masters, all of whom are martial artists in the Blood Refining stage. The altar master is the bald, burly man who was shouting at the door just now. His name is Jiang Cheng, and his overall stats are '75~92'. He is in the late Blood Refining stage. It is said that half of his face was licked off by a ferocious beast comparable to the Meridian Opening stage—a black bear—when he was young. He pretended to be dead and endured the excruciating pain to have half of his face licked off, which is how he survived.

Jiang Cheng also benefited from the misfortune, finding a martial arts manual next to a skeleton in the black bear's cave, thus rising to prominence.

According to Han Yi's inquiries over the past few days, Jiang Cheng is ruthless, extremely patient, and adept at using his strength to defeat the weak and his numbers to fight against the few. He is extremely troublesome and is also Han Yi's most valued opponent.

Of the six incense masters, apart from Zhu Tong who was killed by Han Yi, the other three are stationed at other strongholds year-round. In other words, besides the altar master Jiang Cheng, there are also two Blood Refining stage martial artists, Feng Hu and Wu Shen, at this branch altar.

Feng Hu and Wu Shen's strength is almost the same as Zhu Tong's. Even if it's one against two, Han Yi is confident he can take them down. But if Jiang Cheng, who is in the late stage of Blood Refinement, is added, Han Yi is not sure what to do. He might be able to take down all three of them at once, but he might get injured, or even attract reinforcements because of the delay!

But at this moment, for some unknown reason, Jiang Cheng seemed to have received some order today and suddenly sent Feng Hu and Wu Shen out. At this time, the branch altar was short-handed, which was the best time for Han Yi to make a move!

Jiang Cheng was a cautious and meticulous man. He understood that this was the time when the stronghold was at its weakest. He shouted and yelled, directing his followers to stand guard and patrol. Although many disciples complained, under Jiang Cheng's long-term pressure, they still formed groups of three and diligently guarded the stronghold.

"Damn it, the three of us brothers are suffering here in the cold wind and air, while the altar master is carrying that fair-skinned girl back to the house to warm up!"

"Damn it, they won't let us drink alcohol! How can we get through this awful weather without some strong liquor!"

A burly man with a pistol tucked into his waistband and a torch in his hand walked by, cursing. "Hey, Little Li, Old Wang, are you two dead? Why aren't you saying a word in this freezing weather!"

The strong man waited for a while but didn't hear a reply from his companion, so he asked a question.

He turned around and looked in his companion's direction. What he saw shocked him. Behind him, Old Wang's body lay in the alley, his head missing, leaving only an empty chest cavity staring at him like a black hole. In the corner of another box, there seemed to be another corpse lying there.

"enemy…...."

The burly man was terrified, his body trembled violently, and his slightly drunken mind instantly cleared. As he retreated rapidly, he tried to shout an alarm.

call out!

Before he could even shout, a small pebble, seemingly from nowhere, struck his acupoint at the center of his chest, choking him back down. "Where? Who is it?"

Susu~

As the burly man retreated to the corner, he vaguely noticed dust falling from above, and he instinctively looked up.

A masked man dressed in black was standing with his limbs spread out in a "T" shape, propped up against the walls of the alley.

At this moment, the man in black loosened his grip and his body fell from the air like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit. His iron fist, carrying a fierce wind, struck the strong man's head like Mount Tai pressing down.

The well-dressed man's face turned ashen. He had already guessed the consequences of being hit by that iron fist. Although his acupoint was sealed and he could not shout, at this critical moment, he used the short gun skills he had practiced for decades, mobilized all his strength, drew the short gun from his waistband, and swung it back to thrust!

This is a counterattack!