[Soul-Shaking Ancient Village] The Family Slaughtered

Si Yehan stood his ground. Looking at the intensely wary expressions on Wang Zhou and Wang Niu's faces, he suddenly lifted a foot.

A vicious glint flashed in Wang Niu's eyes, and he seized the chance to thrust his wooden club forward! But Si Yehan abruptly drew his foot back. It had only been a feint.

Si Yehan did not evade the club thrust straight at him. He turned his palm and stabbed out with his dagger. The two weapons collided, and the tremendous force jolted back through his hand, numbing the web between his thumb and forefinger.

Si Yehan remained unmoved. A crack split open in the wooden club and spread more than halfway down its length. Wang Zhou was horrified. This man's knife skills had actually reached such a level! He swung his own club, bringing it crashing down with a rush of wind!

Wang Niu had just begun to pull back when Si Yehan suddenly stepped forward and yanked the club, sending him stumbling forward! A cold gleam flashed through the air as the dagger stabbed out. The situation was already extremely dire.

Wang Zhou had no choice but to change the direction of his swing, striking at the dagger instead of Si Yehan's back. Si Yehan turned and withdrew, suddenly opening his hand and throwing the dagger forward.

Wang Zhou's club struck empty air, and the force jolted back through him. Before he had time to give the pain much thought, he saw the dagger stab straight toward Wang Niu's right eye!

Wang Niu raised his right hand to block instinctively, but the dagger pierced his palm, leaving blood pouring out. It stopped just three centimeters short of his eye, and he let out a scream. Wang Zhou flew into a rage. "You damned bastard, I'll kill you!"

He swung his club at Si Yehan. Wang Niu struggled to pull the dagger free, crying out in pain, an intensely savage, frigid glint bursting from his eyes! Then he held the knife in his left hand and charged at Si Yehan. Though he was somewhat unused to it, he was still highly dangerous.

Behind them, the old village chief watched Si Yehan in some fear. This sacrifice's fighting skills were actually so terrifying that even Wang Zhou and Wang Niu together really could not do anything to him! He had thought Wang Zhou was just being modest before.

"We have to kill him! Otherwise, if the three of us die, Nannan won't survive either."

After calming himself, the old village chief paid no heed to whether his body could withstand the exertion. He hurried back into the house, picked up a sickle, and charged at Si Yehan, joining the melee.

He had often fought and killed people in his youth, too! Now that he had joined the fight, his ruthless killing intent was on full display. Though he had no martial arts skills, what he did was extremely useful for killing.

He targeted the eyes, ears, and groin, every attack vicious and underhanded.

Si Yehan held his own against the three of them, appearing at ease for the moment. He simply could not find an opening and could only keep avoiding their attacks.

The old village chief suddenly began coughing violently as he swung his sickle. Blood streamed from Wang Niu's right hand, and he had lost most of his fighting strength. Si Yehan seized the chance, decisively raising his left leg and kicking at Wang Zhou.

Wang Zhou promptly retreated, not daring to take the kick head-on. Without stopping, he swung his club down! Si Yehan kicked upward and abruptly dipped his body, bracing his right hand against the ground as he kicked the club from Wang Zhou's grasp. Then he leaped forward and went straight into a front flip.

These techniques, meant for performance, became useful in actual combat in Si Yehan's hands. If Wang Niu had been holding a club instead of a dagger just then, he could have knocked him out of the air!

Si Yehan reached the old village chief and punched him, caving in the skin of the old bastard's face and making him spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with aged teeth! He snatched the sickle away and swung it hard, a cold gleam flashing through the air.

"Village chief!" Wang Zhou cried in utter grief. A terrified expression appeared on the old village chief's face. He let out a scream before the sickle severed his head. As blood and flesh flew, Si Yehan deftly dodged them and kicked the old village chief's corpse away!

The old village chief's corpse slammed into Wang Niu, while his head went rolling and struck the ground, splattering blood and flesh.

Wang Niu did not dare dodge. He meant to protect the old village chief's corpse with his body, and that very act of stupidity cost him his life.

Si Yehan strode forward, the sickle flashing coldly in his hand, his killing intent chilling! He was just like the Grim Reaper wielding his scythe. He was cold and indifferent, yet a trace of pleasure born of slaughter lingered in his eyes.

"No!" Wang Zhou cried in horror. He hurled his club at Si Yehan and launched himself forward, hoping to save Wang Niu.

Si Yehan had already cut off Wang Niu's head, but the sickle caught in his neck, holding him up for a moment. He did not dodge the incoming club. Instead, he kicked out, sending it flying to the ground.

His fighting ability had already reached the human limit. Even across humanity's long history, he would have ranked among the very best. Naturally, these things could not compare to him.

As Wang Zhou lunged at him, Si Yehan simply raised a hand and slapped him to the ground, making him spit out a mouthful of blood.

Then Si Yehan hooked his foot under the dagger Wang Niu had been clutching before his death, kicked it into the air, and caught it firmly in his hand.

His black trench coat fluttered lightly as Si Yehan looked at the half-conscious Wang Zhou on the ground. He raised a foot and stepped on his face, jolting him awake.

Half of Wang Zhou's face was pressed against the ground, blood seeping from his mouth. He was an utterly sorry sight! His voice was somewhat muffled as he spoke in fits and starts. "Are... you... even... human?"

Si Yehan scoffed without answering. He had never considered himself the same kind as these two-legged beasts.

As the two-legged beasts often said, "If a two-legged beast has no compassion or kindness, it does not deserve to be called a two-legged beast."

So naturally, Si Yehan did not consider these two-legged beasts his own kind. Their natures were different; their genes were simply very similar.

Si Yehan bent down slightly and drove the dagger through Wang Zhou's ear and into his head. As blood and flesh splattered, his skull shattered, and blood and brain matter spilled out at the same instant, staining the blade.

A scream rang out, then dwindled until it vanished. Wang Zhou's body convulsed violently, continuing to twitch for a while after death before finally going still. A murky yellow, red, and white substance slowly seeped out from beneath him like a pool of blood.

Si Yehan pulled out the knife without getting any of the filth on himself and turned toward the house. He found the little girl fast asleep beneath a bed inside. Evidently, the old village chief had moved his granddaughter.

Si Yehan had never made a habit of giving people painless deaths, so he twisted the dagger as he plunged it into the little girl's left leg. Red blood trickled over her tender white flesh, waking her with intense pain.

"Boo-hoo... Big brother, why are you stabbing me with a knife?" The little girl's voice was filled with fear. "Didn't Grandpa say you weren't a bad person? Where's my grandpa...?"

The little girl wailed and sobbed. Si Yehan pulled out the knife and drove it through her head from front to back. Blood and bits of flesh coated the blade and ran down it.

Her wailing stopped abruptly. There was pleasure in Si Yehan's eyes. Clearly, the killing just now had left him feeling especially exhilarated.

The evening sun was sinking in the sky, casting its light down. It was not wise to stay here long.

Si Yehan's face remained impassive as he searched for the tools needed to start a fire with practiced ease. Then he set the four corpses and the house ablaze, reducing them all to ashes!

Flames soared into the sky, but night was drawing near, and the villagers did not dare venture outside on a whim. Only some chose to go out after seeing that the fire was in the direction of the village chief's house.

Si Yehan slipped into the streets and alleys, vanishing at great speed. Most of the other villagers had never seen him, so he was not worried that they would connect it to him and come running, a hundred strong, to surround and attack him.