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Once a teacher, forever a father.
Damn it, this Demoness actually insulted my Master, which is like insulting my father. How can I tolerate that?
Without saying a word, I pulled out my Dual Pistols and aimed them at her.
She nimbly dodged and tried to use her spiritual power to snatch my guns away.
However, these guns were specially made and had a certain resistance against spirits, so she couldn't get close at all.
Waiting for the right moment, as Jin Ping lunged at me, I steadied myself and took aim, firing a shot at her.
Originally, she wouldn't have been able to dodge this bullet, but unexpectedly, she pulled Qingzi over to take the hit.
Once the bullet was fired, there was no turning back. It struck Qingzi right in the forehead.
He didn't even have time to utter a final word; with his big eyes wide open, he fell dead before me.
I could kill demons, but now I had just taken a human life.
In an instant, I was stunned.
I stared blankly at Qingzi's lifeless body on the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness and rage.
He never expected to become Jin Ping's human shield. If he hadn't woken up and called out to Jin Ping just now,
then after we subdued Jin Ping, we would have sent them to prison at most, letting the law judge them.
But now, I had actually killed him.
A fierce wind swept through, and by the time I regained my senses, it was already too late. Jin Ping's claws were gripping my throat, leaving me with almost no chance to escape.
Was I really going to watch myself die at Jin Ping's hands? In the midst of my chaotic thoughts, a hand reached out from behind. It was this very hand that saved me; it seized Jin Ping's outstretched arm, twisted it back, and with a sharp turn of sixty degrees, Jin Ping let out a piercing scream.
Thanks to Mu Xuanche's help, I managed to break free. Looking at Mu Xuanche's cold expression, I could see his fury directed at Jin Ping. But why had he pushed me aside to deal with Jin Ping? If he truly despised Jin Ping, he could have taken action himself and resolved the situation in an instant.
Before long, the answer revealed itself. As Jin Ping was knocked to the ground by Mu Xuanche, he surprisingly pulled a Bone Whistle from around his neck and blew into it.
I was momentarily stunned; this object looked exactly like the Bone Whistle Mu Xuanche had given me. My own Bone Whistle still hung around my neck, so there was no way it could belong to me. The only possibility was that there were two Bone Whistles in this world—one given to me by Mu Xuanche and one given to Jin Ping.
I turned to stare at Mu Xuanche, who wore an expression of calmness, seemingly unaffected by the unfolding chaos. As we stood there in a tense standoff, a surge of even more powerful Yin Qi rushed toward us and settled before me.
When that Yin Qi took form, I could hardly believe my eyes—it was Mu Xuanche.
Oh no, that's not right; it's a person who looks exactly like Mu Xuanche.
What on earth is going on? Don't tell me Mu Xuanche has a twin brother in such a cliché way; I absolutely won't believe it.
Seeing that something was off, I quietly retreated back to my Mu Xuanche's side.
I whispered to him, asking what was happening.
He took my hand and urged me not to act rashly.
Jin Ping's Mu Xuanche slowly helped Jin Ping up, concern etched on his face. "Princess, are you alright?"
"Husband, you finally came! These people were bullying me."
Seeing Jin Ping in such a feminine manner left me utterly dumbfounded.
Just a moment ago, she was a fierce woman among the Menacing Brutes, and now she suddenly appeared so gentle; her demeanor changed so quickly.
After Jin Ping's complaints, Jin Ping's Mu Xuanche glared at us fiercely, looking as if he wanted to devour us whole.
"Is he your brother?" I leaned closer to Mu Xuanche and asked quietly.
My Mu Xuanche replied softly with two words.
"Fake."
Fake.
What on earth is going on? Could it be that this Mu Xuanche is also wearing a human skin disguise?
Under the instigation of Jin Ping, the fake Mu Xuanche charged towards us with great momentum.
Initially, he was coming straight for me, but when he reached my side, Mu Xuanche suddenly pushed me back into Bai Qiling's arms and rushed forward himself.
The fake Mu Xuanche displayed quite impressive martial skills, and Mu Xuanche was unable to stop him immediately.
The two of them became entangled in a fierce struggle, making it difficult to distinguish who was who.
While they were fighting intensely over there, I wasn't idle either.
Jin Ping was completely focused on the battle ahead, and I seized the opportunity to fire a shot at Jin Ping.
"Bang!"
With the sound of the gunshot, I hit Jin Ping in the shoulder.
She fell to the ground in pain, her body igniting with flames.
Bai Qiling tugged at my hand and said to me, "The most poisonous heart belongs to a woman."
But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was complimenting me, especially since he had a smile on his face as he said it.
The two fighters ahead were drawn in by the sound of my gunshot and paused their struggle.
After taking a hit, the fake Mu Xuanche rushed back to Jin Ping's side.
He held her tightly, his face filled with concern as he anxiously asked about her condition.
Just as we were about to charge forward, the fake Mu Xuanche suddenly threw something onto the ground.
Suddenly, smoke billowed from the ground, and we were choked by a foul odor, our eyes blinded and unable to see anything.
When the smoke cleared, everyone on the ground had vanished.
I stomped my feet in frustration, cursing that Jin Ping for getting away again.
I was so angry I felt like I could spit blood. Pouting, I returned to Mu Xuanche's side and asked him what was going on.
He reached out and playfully flicked my pouting lips, his eyes filled with mischief.
I complained, "Everyone has run off, and you still have the mood to joke around."
He leaned down with a smile and whispered in my ear, "I let them go."
"Why?" I asked.
He smiled mysteriously. "You'll find out later."
His words made me feel foolish, waiting for an answer that I wouldn't get now.
But there was nothing I could do. Just moments ago, Qingzi had died, and I felt guilty about it.
After Bai Qiling helped a few brothers return to normal, I asked them to take care of Qingzi's affairs.
Those men didn’t blame me; they cried endlessly, acknowledging that their own reckless actions led to such an outcome.
Once Qingzi's arrangements were settled, it was almost dawn.
In this desolate wilderness, there was nowhere to rest. After some discussion, everyone decided to continue on our journey.
Fortunately, I had slept in the car, so I wasn't tired at all now.
Originally, we were supposed to hitch a ride back home, but Mu Xuanche decided to head into the mountain village instead. He felt that this area was particularly strange and wanted to see what was going on.
We kept walking towards the edge of the forest, and when we finally emerged from it, we saw a village in the distance.
As we approached the village, I noticed a sign on the road that read "Hong Village." It seemed this place was indeed called Hong Village.
Upon entering Hong Village, I was shocked by its level of backwardness.
The houses in the village were still made of mud, and the roads were uneven. The villagers wore tattered clothes and straw sandals.
"What a rundown place! How can it be this poor?" Bai Qiling, who had always been somewhat of a neat freak—perhaps due to his profession as a doctor—couldn't help but express his discomfort.
Before we entered, I had carefully observed the feng shui of Hong Village from a distance. According to what I knew, this should have been a village with excellent feng shui; how could it be like this?
I quickly assessed the feng shui layout of Hong Village. It was surrounded by a long river like a jade belt encircling it.
In feng shui, water is crucial for determining auspicious land; one must look at the water before considering the mountains. Without water, there is no need to seek out land.
As we walked into Hong Village, I surveyed my surroundings and instantly understood why it had fallen into decline or appeared so eerie.
In front of the village stood a mountain. Ideally, being surrounded by water and backed by mountains would indicate good fortune.
However, all the buildings in Hong Village faced the opposite direction, with their main doors directly facing the mountain. What should have been a supportive backdrop had turned into an obstruction.
This disrupted the entire feng shui pattern, making it difficult for prosperity to flourish.
If just one household acted this way, it could be attributed to ignorance of feng shui. But if the entire village collectively behaved like this, it was truly bizarre.
Although Hong Village was dilapidated, it was home to quite a few villagers. When those villagers saw our trio, they didn't seem surprised, but neither did they welcome us; they merely looked at us with strange expressions.
Bai Qiling wanted to find the village chief, but when we tried to talk to the villagers, they ran away as if they had seen a ghost.
In the end, I took action. I saw a child and offered the last piece of chocolate from my pocket, successfully coaxing the child into telling us the address of the village chief's house.
Following the child's directions, we arrived at the chief's doorstep and saw a short, slightly plump middle-aged man in the yard, husking corn.
"Excuse me, are you the village chief?" I stepped forward politely to ask.
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