bookbashuk Chapter 45: Head Rolls
Chapter 45: Head Rolls
"Nonsense!"
Qin Zhong snorted coldly, no longer bothering with this pointless argument. His voice suddenly rose, carrying a chilling righteousness, as he said, word by word:
"How dare you! The Plum Blossom Bandits have been wreaking havoc on the martial arts world lately, and everyone has the right to kill them! You wicked people not only show no restraint, but you dare to openly commit murder here, killing Young Hero Feng and other martial arts comrades with such vicious methods! You truly have no respect for the heroes of the world, nor for the law and justice! I think you are accomplices of the Plum Blossom Bandits! No, you are the Plum Blossom Bandits!"
His words were powerful and resounding, instantly elevating himself and the people behind him to the side of justice, while nailing Xue Bufeng and the others to the pillar of shame as demons and accomplices of the Plum Blossom Thieves.
If others saw him, who wouldn't call him a true hero or a true hero?
That upright and dignified demeanor alone is enough for those spoiled brats to learn for a lifetime.
"He truly lives up to his reputation as the son of Qin Xiaoyi of Tiedan Town."
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa, who had been keeping a cold face, was so angry at these words that he laughed.
"Young Master Qin's skill in framing and labeling is truly a direct inheritance from your father. We've only just arrived, eaten a bowl of noodles, and someone came to cause trouble and seek death. How did we suddenly become the Plum Blossom Thief? Is everything based on your words alone, Young Master Qin?"
Qin Chong's face turned cold upon hearing her insult his father's name, and he said sternly:
"Still dare to deny it! I have received reliable intelligence that the Plum Blossom Bandit has recently been roaming the Shouyang area intending to commit crimes! And you, Thousand-Handed Rakshasa, are already a notorious bandit in the martial arts world, yet you happen to be here now. Who else could it be but you?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him began to shout:
"Yes! That's her!"
"The Thousand-Handed Rakshasa is ruthless and has committed numerous crimes over the years; he must be the Plum Blossom Thief!"
"Who else but this female demon would use such vicious hidden weapons?"
Among the crowd, several people who were clearly part of a pre-arranged group immediately chimed in and started shouting.
Infected by this atmosphere, the others also looked at the Thousand-Armed Rascal with suspicion and hostility.
But unexpectedly, Lin Anshan instead questioned in a low voice:
"But...but isn't the Plum Blossom Thief a womanizer? She's a woman, how could she possibly be a rapist and abductor..."
Qin Chong, with his exceptionally sharp hearing, immediately turned towards the source of the voice, glared at Lin Anshan, and then revealed a malicious smile that was completely contrary to his upright demeanor. He raised his voice and said:
"A woman? Does that mean she can't be the Plum Blossom Thief? Perhaps... she used some kind of evil magic to disguise herself, or maybe she's just an androgynous monster! Once I capture her, I'll give everyone a thorough 'examination,' and the truth will naturally come out!"
"Hahaha!"
"Brother Qin is right!"
"Arrest him and verify his identity!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd became even more excited.
Everyone present had eyes; they could all see that Thousand-Handed Rakshasa was incredibly beautiful, and possessed an air of luxurious elegance, making her a spitting image of a beautiful noblewoman.
If such a beauty could be subjected to vigilante justice with a legitimate reason, would these heroes and valiant men object?
These humiliating words drew laughter from many, and their gazes toward the Thousand-Armed Rakshasa became lewd and unrestrained.
It was as if she had become fish on a chopping board, at their mercy to "inspect" and humiliate her.
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
She was proud all her life, and had never been subjected to such public and despicable lewdness and fantasies.
In an instant, the murderous intent in his eyes surged!
But she is not a mindless and impulsive person.
It was one thing for her to kill the few lackeys that Feng Tianming brought with him earlier.
After all, it was Hua Baifeng who killed Feng Tianming; she was just finishing him off.
In addition, although the Feng family in Chengdu was powerful, their influence did not extend to all parts of the country.
But Qin Zhong was different.
Behind Qin Zhong is Qin Xiaoyi, a renowned martial arts master who is also the only lay disciple accepted by the Shaolin School in recent years, which is on par with Wudang.
This kind of network of relationships is so interconnected that a single hair can have far-reaching consequences.
The wrath of these two opposing forces is not something that the Thousand-Armed Rakshasa can easily offend.
She suppressed her anger and subconsciously looked at Xue Bufeng beside her, wanting to see how he would decide.
however--
Her gaze fell on nothing.
Simply because there was no one left in that chair.
Xue Bufeng was just calmly sipping his soup a moment ago, but now he has vanished from everyone's sight like a ghost.
next moment.
The expression of justice, arrogance, and malice on Qin Zhong's face was frozen in time.
He felt as if the air in front of him flashed by, so fast that he didn't have time to think or even feel fear.
I felt a cool sensation on my neck first, and then I felt a warm liquid gushing out.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.
His vision began to spin and distort; he saw the swaying crowd, the horrified Lin Anshan, and his own body slowly collapsing, its neck empty...
A head wearing a jade crown flew up with a pillar of blood shooting into the sky, traced a brief arc, and then rolled down onto the dusty ground with a "plop".
Those eyes, which were not long ago filled with "justice" and arrogance, are now filled with nothing but boundless bewilderment.
He didn't even know he was dead.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Until the headless corpse crashed to the ground with a dull thud, until warm blood splattered all over Lin Anshan's face and head, until the pungent stench of blood suddenly overwhelmed all other smells—
Inside and outside the shop, a deathly silence fell once again.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, their faces drained of color, their pupils reflecting the spurting corpse and the rolling head, filled with utter shock and disbelief.
Qin Chong... Young Master Qin... the only son of the renowned Jade-Faced Divine Fist and "Iron-Hearted Shaking the Eight Directions"... died just like that?
His head was chopped off with a single blow, like chopping melons and vegetables?
Almost no one saw how the knife was thrown, and almost no one saw how the person holding the knife moved!
Xue Bufeng's figure had returned to his original seat at some point, as if he had never left.
He did not have a knife in his hand.
The blood-red scimitar still hung silently at his waist, untouched by blood.
Only the bowl of noodle soup, still half full, on the table in front of him rippled slightly.
He took another sip of soup, picked up his chopsticks, and under Hua Baifeng's expectant gaze, took the last piece of soft and tender braised pig's tail, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and swallowed it.
Then, he picked up the teacup and drank the already cooled tea in one gulp.
He only uttered two words throughout.
"Too verbose."
The voice was calm and clear, yet it carried a chilling coldness that cut to the bone and a carefree, unrestrained attitude!
Everything lingered in this deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Dead silence.
Thick, greasy liquid spread like an invisible, cold layer over everyone's mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, making it impossible for them to breathe, move, or think.
Only blood.
The passion is still flowing.