The Jianshui Village resident in the lead trembled uncontrollably.
He kept kowtowing. "Bosses, it isn't bamboo shoot season right now, and there's little game in the mountains. We've already done our best!"
The deformed man whose arms reached past his knees let out a roar. "All excuses! I think you people don't want to live anymore!"
As he spoke, he moved to step forward!
"Wait."
The extremely pale young man spoke up instead. A faint smile appeared on his face. "The villagers have done their best. We should be forgiving."
As he spoke, he slowly stepped forward and gently patted the terrified resident on the shoulder.
The resident was utterly horrified.
The next moment, the resident's skin began to contract, as though something were corroding his flesh and blood. He collapsed to the ground with a thud. His feet twitched a few times, and his body turned mummy-like, giving off a thick, foul stench!
The pale-skinned young man chuckled. "By forgiveness, I mean sending you to heaven early."
The remaining villagers were scared out of their wits!
They kowtowed frantically. "Boss, spare us! We'll prepare more food. Three days—just give us three days, and we'll satisfy you!"
The pale-skinned young man chuckled. "Three days is fine, but we can't waste that time for nothing. It must be exchanged for three lives!"
As he spoke.
He reached out again, grabbing toward another villager!
Just then.
Du appeared slowly, carrying a massive piece of timber by himself.
The pale-skinned young man paused, narrowing his eyes as he looked over.
A moment later, his eyes suddenly lit up. "I didn't expect there to be a miner stranded in the mountains! Brother, come quickly and join us!"
Du paused slightly, his gaze falling upon the villager's corpse on the ground.
The pale-skinned young man