Merfolk Flesh and Blood, Shaman

Paper cranes darted through the streets and alleys.

But as the paper cranes drew closer, Song Chengan's heart sank.

"Lord Song, we don't dare go closer, he's inside!"

It was Old Man Huang's house.

When Zhu Gui saw Song Chengan arrive, he seemed to have found his pillar of support.

Song Chengan walked into the courtyard.

He saw the demon.

It stood on the steps in the courtyard.

Seeing Song Chengan enter, it turned its head.

"Are you the Lord from the Demon Suppression Division?"

Song Chengan nodded.

"Everyone I killed deserved to die."

"Some of them occupied my land."

"Some bullied me before."

Song Chengan looked in front of him.

Qi Feng used to only kill the main culprits, but this time, he left none of the five members of the Huang family alive.

He had even killed Old Man Huang's sons.

No.

There was one.

In the corner.

A woman was trembling.

"You can go."

"You're not part of their family, I won't kill you."

The woman stood up shakily and practically scrambled out of the courtyard.

"Were Old Man Huang and his wife, and his two sons, all people who deserved to die?"

Qi Feng asked.

"Not entirely."

"By rights, I should have only killed Old Man Huang and his wife."

"But do you know what he did back then?"

"His cow got sick, and instead of calling a doctor, he insisted on treating it himself with a folk remedy."

"Then the cow died."

"He insisted it was because I led it to eat poisonous grass."

"And demanded compensation."

He said.

"My family was poor back then."

"My father and mother knelt down and begged him."

"But he wouldn't listen, adamantly claiming my cow ate poisonous grass and died because of me."

I really can't forget it.

"Isn't there a saying, 'When the lord is insulted, the subject dies'?"

"'When the father is insulted, the son dies'."

"You are a big shot in the Demon Suppression Division."

"You tell me, as a son, should I have killed him?"

"Even if they were guilty, most people don't deserve death." Song Chengan frowned and said.

"If it were you, what would you do?" Qi Feng asked with some curiosity.

"I would beat them up, and then make Old Man Huang return the money from back then tenfold."

Qi Feng said.

"Actually, you don't need to.

"You, a big shot from the Demon Suppression Division, you don't even need to speak, and they'll obediently kneel down and return all your money."

"They'll bow and scrape when they see you on the street."

"But I am nothing."

"They'll bully me my whole life, until I die."

"No one will stand up for my grievances."

"No one will."

"They'll only laugh at my cowardice."

"I am a coward," he laughed. "I hate them in my heart, but I don't dare resist."

He continued, "But I feel very happy."

"You didn't call me a monster the moment you arrived."

"And you didn't say I was completely wrong either."

"You just said I went a bit too far."

Song Chengan pondered for a moment.

Then he asked, "Your current state... if I'm not mistaken, you've eaten the flesh and blood of a demon, haven't you?"

"I want to know where you got the demon flesh and blood, and who gave it to you?"

"You want to know?"

"Come on, defeat me."

As he spoke, he lunged at Song Chengan.

Song Chengan had long been on guard. As the man lunged, the Demon Subduing Staff in his hand, no longer than a chopstick, instantly grew to over twenty feet, enveloped in flames.

He struck out at the man!

Song Chengan's Fire Cloud Staff Technique had long since reached mastery. Naturally, a low-level demon could not contend with it.

After seven or eight exchanges, Song Chengan landed a blow on Qi Feng's abdomen, sending him flying.

Qi Feng staggered to his feet.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He said, "As expected of a big shot from the Demon Suppression Division. I am indeed no match for you."

He continued, "How about we make a deal?"

"What deal?"

"You came here because you're worried I'll keep killing people, worried more people will eat demon flesh and blood and turn into demons."

"I'll tell you everything, and then I'll kill myself."

"You give me some silver."

"Fifty taels... how about thirty taels? Thirty taels is fine."

He said.

"Okay!"

Song Chengan agreed without a second thought.

"I believe you."

"You're different from any officer I've ever met."

"The demon flesh and blood was given to me by Miss Jin from the Drunken Red Pavilion."

"If you don't want people like me to appear in the future, go find her."

"I don't know how many people she gave it to."

"Why would she give you demon flesh and blood?"

Song Chengan was somewhat puzzled.

A loafer from the refugee district.

And Ye Jin, the top courtesan of the Drunken Red Pavilion. They didn't seem like they'd be connected.

Qi Feng chuckled at this.

"Someone told me that the shaman in the refugee district is omnipotent; she can grant any wish if you're willing to pay."

"So I went to find that shaman that day and asked her how I could get revenge on those who bullied me."

"She told me to go find Miss Jin."

"Then what about the woman in your room?"

"Someone saw a strange woman in your room."

"It was Miss Jin's maid, coming to deliver merfolk flesh and blood to me."

Merfolk flesh and blood?

Weren't merfolk, those legendary creatures, said to live in the depths of the East Sea?

How could their flesh and blood be here?

Miss Jin?

Song Chengan felt this was a major case!

"Is that all?"

"That's all,"

Qi Feng said.

"Was it worth it?"

Song Chengan asked.

It seemed like he had vented his anger, but he had to pay with his life.

Qi Feng grinned and laughed, "Why wouldn't it be worth it?"

"If I hadn't done this, I would have been bullied by them my whole life."

"Didn't Miss Jin tell you that after eating the flesh and blood of a demon, demonization is irreversible?"

"And as the demonization continues, you will keep losing your mind, until 'you' completely die, and a brand new monster takes your place."

"I know."

"I know," Qi Feng said.

"Only Grandma doesn't know."

"She thinks I can escape to a place no one knows and hide there to live forever."

"Help me give that thirty taels of silver to Grandma."

"You're different from them, I trust you!" he said again.

Then he grabbed his own throat and pulled hard.

Blood splattered instantly.

"Lord Song!"

Zhu Gui cautiously glanced at the already dead Qi Feng.

"He's dead."

Song Chengan took out a bank note. "I'll leave this hundred taels of silver with you. You give Grandma two taels every month."

"If it's not enough, take more from me."

Zhu Gui took the bank note and was stunned.

But he quickly reacted.

"Don't worry, Lord Song."

"I will definitely send it on time every month from now on. If Granny Yue needs anything, I'll look after her too."

Song Chengan nodded. "Go inform the yamen runners to handle this place. They know what to do."

"Then find someone else to take me to the shaman in the refugee district."

Qi Feng's matter was resolved.

Now it was time to find the shaman and Miss Jin.

These two actually had the flesh and blood of demons.

They were even more terrifying than Qi Feng.

The shaman's residence was easy to find.

She was a recluse, a lonely old woman who basically didn't interact with anyone.

She made a living by telling fortunes and reading faces.

Song Chengan pushed the door open.

Countless deep red cloths hung in the dim room.

Fierce ghosts and gods were enshrined on the altar.

But the shaman was long gone.

A book lay on the table in the center.

A piece of paper was tucked inside the book.

Song Chengan picked up the paper.

He saw some words written on it