Slaying Demons and Exorcising Evil for Power

Slaying Demons and Exorcising Evil for Power

"Didn't expect I'd still have to work nine to five after transmigrating!"

Strapping on his saber, Wei Fan left his home dressed in a set of green clothes, with a large "Constable" character emblazoned across them.

He had transmigrated into a constable of the Cloud City yamen, officially earning a living from the government.

After locking the door, Wei Fan rubbed his aching head and felt a sizable lump.

According to the memories of the original owner, he had gotten this lump yesterday while making an arrest, when someone struck him with a club. That blow was probably what had allowed him to transmigrate here.

Before the memories had fully merged, the lump had hurt him half to death. But as the memories settled in, the pain had eased considerably.

His vision was still a little blurry, though, and everything looked somewhat indistinct.

"Demons everywhere, evil spirits breeding in droves?"

Wei Fan murmured.

According to his memories, this world was not simply one with an ancient backdrop. Demons and evil spirits existed here, but there were also martial artists whose abilities bordered on the divine.

The original owner had been a martial artist. After becoming a yamen constable, he had been taught the Golden Bell Shield and the Blood Fiend Saber Technique.

After three months of practice, the Golden Bell Shield had yet to reach the beginner level, while the Blood Fiend Saber Technique had shown some results.

"Officer Wei, what would you like to eat today?"

"Give me three meat buns!"

When he passed a bun shop, Wei Fan bought a few buns before continuing toward the constables' quarters.

Though he was only the lowest-ranking foot soldier in the yamen, to ordinary people he was still an important figure. They bowed and scraped whenever they spoke to him, terrified of offending him.

That was because, like tobacco jobs in his previous life, a constable's position could only be inherited through one's father. Ordinary people had no chance of obtaining one.

Dressed in green, he walked down the street, and people took the initiative to make way when they saw him coming.

"Officer Wei, if it hadn't been for you yesterday, my granddaughter would have been defiled by that beast. This old man came specially to thank you."

An old man carrying a basket, with a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl beside him, suddenly stopped Wei Fan by the roadside, his face full of gratitude.

Wei Fan recognized them at once.

Yesterday, while the original owner had been patrolling the streets, he had discovered someone trying to violate the girl and stepped in to arrest him. That was when the man had struck him in the back of the head with a club.

The little girl hid timidly behind the old man, occasionally peeking out to steal glances at Wei Fan.

"Old Master Zhang, no need to be so polite. I merely did what my duty required!"

The old man's surname was Zhang, and he lived on a nearby street, so Wei Fan had known him even before yesterday's incident.

From his memories, Old Master Zhang's son and daughter-in-law seemed to have been killed by demons or evil spirits. Wei Fan remembered rushing over to look, only to find mutilated corpses that had been torn and gnawed apart.

Wei Fan was in a hurry to report for roll call at the yamen. After speaking, he intended to go around them and leave, but Old Man Zhang grabbed him and handed over the basket.

"This old man has nothing good to offer, only these few eggs. It is but a small token of appreciation. Please accept them, Officer Wei."

Wei Fan looked down. There were five or six eggs in the basket, all boiled.

Warmth rose in his heart.

The original owner had possessed a strong sense of justice. He had been a diligent and responsible constable who had helped many people, but this was the first time anyone had brought him something in thanks.

Wei Fan had not intended to accept them, but Old Man Zhang kept hold of him. He did not dare use too much force, worried he might pull the old man to the ground.

"I'll accept them, but I'll just take one. Give the rest to the little girl to nourish her body."

Wei Fan reached into the basket and took one egg. Only then did Old Man Zhang stop insisting.

"Officer Wei is truly kindhearted. What a pity there are so few good constables like him now!"

Old Man Zhang watched Wei Fan's retreating back, overcome with emotion.

"Grandpa, there's money here!"

Hearing this, Old Man Zhang lowered his head and saw two copper coins lying in the basket.

"Officer Wei..."

His eyes instantly reddened. Having lived for decades, he knew that it was already good enough when constables did not extort things from ordinary people.

"Little Ya, remember this. If you ever gain the means, you must repay Officer Wei!"

"Ah, truly, naturally raised chicken eggs taste the best!"

Wei Fan finished the egg in two or three bites and somewhat regretted not taking more. After walking a little farther, he arrived at the constables' quarters.

After reporting to the squad leader, Wei Fan went out to patrol the streets with his companion, Zhou Qi.

Once they left the yamen, Zhou Qi suddenly said, "I heard that Yang Jun was released last night!"

Yang Jun was the man Wei Fan had arrested yesterday.

That fellow had tried to abduct Old Man Zhang's granddaughter in broad daylight to commit evil deeds. When Wei Fan, as a constable, arrived, not only had the man refused to stop, he had fought back and struck Wei Fan. Only after Wei Fan drew his saber did he finally cease.

Wei Fan's gaze sharpened. "Who released him?"

He had abducted someone in broad daylight and attacked a constable, yet he had simply been released.

Zhou Qi said, "They say Captain Li released him. After all, Yang Jun's brother-in-law is an incense master in the Fierce Tiger Gang. I told you yesterday not to meddle in this. Catching him would have been pointless anyway.

"I heard Yang Jun left with a message, telling you to wait for him!

"In our line of work, how many people do you see who are as serious as you? The serious ones are all gone...

"Sigh... You should be more careful from now on. The Fierce Tiger Gang isn't something we can afford to provoke. You know how they got their name."

There would be no "from now on" for the original owner.

That blow had actually killed him.

"The Fierce Tiger Gang..."

Wei Fan pondered, and memories about the Fierce Tiger Gang quickly surfaced in his mind. There were rumors that the gang had taken its name because it was connected to Tiger Demons.

The gang existed to gather wealth and beautiful women for those Tiger Demons, as well as provide humans as food. Many people who offended the Fierce Tiger Gang simply vanished without a trace.

Forget street-patrolling constables like them—even figures such as captains did not dare offend the Fierce Tiger Gang.

"By the way, is your head all right?"

"I'm fine!"

Wei Fan shook his head.

Human lives truly were as cheap as grass. A gang that openly fed people to Tiger Demons actually went unchecked.

"Murder!"

Someone suddenly cried out.

Wei Fan and Zhou Qi exchanged a glance and hurried toward the source of the voice.

"Make way! We're from the yamen!"

Wei Fan pushed through the crowd and saw a pool of blood already spreading across the ground. Several broken eggs and two copper coins lay stained in the blood.

Old Man Zhang, who had specially brought eggs to thank him earlier, lay in the pool of blood with his neck nearly severed by a slash. His eyes remained open in death, one hand stretched toward a certain direction as though he had been desperately trying to grasp something.

"Which way did the killers run?"

Wei Fan grabbed a bystander by the collar and demanded.

"They carried off a little girl and ran that way!" The man pointed toward an alley.

Wei Fan threw him aside and ran into the alley, Old Man Zhang's dead eyes and blood-soaked body filling his mind.

"Wei Fan, don't go! They're trying to lure you over there!"

Zhou Qi shouted from behind, but Wei Fan had already dashed into the alley in the blink of an eye.

"Haha... Wei Fan, you came after all. I knew you had the guts to chase me!"

In the alley, Yang Jun held a bloodstained saber. Behind him stood two men tightly restraining Old Man Zhang's granddaughter, who was already crying her heart out. "Brother Wei, they killed Grandpa! They're not human! Wuwu..."

Old Man Zhang's granddaughter struggled desperately, but she was only in her early teens. How could she break free from the hands of two burly men?

"Yang Jun, release her. If you have a problem, come at me!"

Holding his saber, Wei Fan stepped into the alley one step at a time. Zhou Qi, who had caught up, hesitated for a moment before following him inside as well.

"Release her? Yesterday, because she didn't know what was good for her, I ended up spending my first time in the constables' quarters!

"And you—how dare you disrespect me? Don't think you'll get off easy either. I'll make you regret provoking me, bit by bit, then send you to Lord Tiger as rations."

As Yang Jun spoke, he backhanded Old Man Zhang's granddaughter, who was still sobbing bitterly. The little girl nearly fainted on the spot, and her fair cheek instantly swelled.

"Didn't you want to be some great hero? Come on. Let me slap you, and I won't slap her!"

"Yang Jun, don't push me!"

Wei Fan stared fixedly at the arrogant Yang Jun. Suddenly, the haze that had clouded his vision ever since his transmigration became clear:

Martial Arts:

Golden Bell Shield (Not Initiated)

Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Proficient)

Power: 3 months

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