Disaster of Bloodlight

It's impossible for a human body to be forcefully dismantled like a chick.

Kong Wu pondered for a moment, thinking that if he were the one doing it, he might actually be able to.

But that was because of his Strength attribute, which was as high as 7.

The Strength attribute of an ordinary adult male hovered around 1.

Constables in the yamen who practiced martial arts daily only had a Strength attribute of about 3.

Kong Wu had met the human with the highest Strength attribute, a Vice Captain passing through Qingshan County. That person had a similar build to Kong Wu, and their Strength attribute reached 5.

Just like Kong Wu, who had recently transmigrated.

A Strength attribute of 5 should be enough to accomplish it...

However, Kong Wu patrolled the city almost every day, but he had never seen anyone with such a high Strength attribute.

An outsider?

While thinking, Kong Wu turned around and asked Skinny Monkey, "Have there been any outsiders recently? The kind who are strong and eye-catching?"

Skinny Monkey was cunning and well-connected, with many friends from shady circles, giving him access to a wide range of information. He often bragged to everyone in the yamen.

Upon hearing Kong Wu's question, he lowered his head and thought for a moment before replying, "Haven't heard of anyone. If someone was that eye-catching, not only would our yamen keep an eye out, but even the thugs would be wary."

Kong Wu nodded and examined the scene again, finding no clues.

"Where did everyone else in his household go? Did you search for them?"

Skinny Monkey nodded and said, "We sent people out immediately. Most of them have returned to the countryside, and they should be brought back tomorrow."

"Good, then we'll interrogate them tomorrow after they arrive. This place can be cleaned up now."

With that, Kong Wu left a few people to tidy up the scene while the others followed him out.

There was no point in staying there any longer.

The Bai family's residence was in a secluded area with few residents nearby. Furthermore, the constables had sealed off the area promptly, so there were no onlookers.

Kong Wu had already scanned the surroundings and found nothing unusual.

Those who commit murder often return to the scene of the crime, whether out of a desire to admire their own work or to gather information as soon as possible. As long as they came, Kong Wu could find them directly.

But this case didn't seem to be easily solved.

Kong Wu walked down the street with his men, and the surrounding citizens respectfully made way for them.

Although the constables under Kong Wu had become much more restrained since he took office, no longer bullying and oppressing people as they did before, they still wore the skin of officials. Ordinary people dared not approach them casually.

"Buns, hot meat buns!"

"Fortune telling, no charge if it's not accurate!"

"Candied hawthorns~"

It was afternoon, the busiest time of day on the street, with various vendors loudly hawking their wares.

Although the common people said that Kong Wu, after becoming constable, arbitrarily framed people, he had also deterred those with ill intentions.

The public order in Qingshan County had improved immensely compared to a year ago.

Skinny Monkey looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but sigh.

This was all thanks to Constable Kong.

The common people had limited sources of information and speculated wildly about Kong Wu's actions.

But those who worked under Kong Wu knew that the cases Constable Kong had solved before were not achieved through framing.

The criminals apprehended by Kong Wu, upon interrogation and confession, provided clues and evidence that directly pointed to the truth of the cases.

Moreover, although Constable Kong appeared indifferent, he was genuinely good to the common folk, often helping out struggling businesses.

See, he was now going to patronize the fortune teller whose business was sluggish?

Kong Wu stopped at the fortune teller's stall and looked at the old man with a worn-out Taoist robe and a frail body, asking, "Is your fortune telling accurate?"

Upon seeing a potential customer, the old man's spirits immediately lifted, and he proclaimed loudly, "When I was young, I received guidance from a master on Floating Duckweed Mountain. That master saw my extraordinary talent and left me a scroll of heavenly scripture before flying away. Afterwards, I entered secluded cultivation for over thirty years and fully mastered the heavenly scripture. I only emerged last month. Whether it is accurate or not, this lord can test it!"

Fortune tellers always spoke in such a manner.

Skinny Monkey, hearing the old man speak halfway, knew what he would say next.

The old man didn't seem to mind his outdated spiel. Fortune tellers in Qingshan County hadn't spoken like this for centuries.

However, seeing that the old man looked unfamiliar, he must have arrived in Qingshan County not long ago.

After hearing the old man's words, Kong Wu didn't ask for a fortune reading immediately. Instead, he said, "Where is your heavenly scripture? Let me see it."

Upon hearing this, the old man opened his mouth, and after a long pause, he replied, "When I deciphered the mysteries within that heavenly scripture, it transformed into a beam of light and flew away."

"Oh," Kong Wu pouted, "Then how do you read fortunes?"

"By reading the palm and the birth date and time!"

Kong Wu casually recited his birth date and time and offered his hand.

The old man looked intently at Kong Wu's palm, his brow gradually furrowing.

Seeing his expression, Skinny Monkey understood.

The usual line was coming.

"Young friend, I see you've recently... encountered a bloody disaster!"

Skinny Monkey curled his lips, thinking that these fortune tellers only knew about bloody disasters and liked to scare people.

But how could someone like Constable Kong believe you? He'd probably just toss you a few copper coins as charity.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Skinny Monkey was surprised to see Kong Wu stand up.

Kong Wu lowered his head, looking at the old man expressionlessly, and slowly said, "You say I'm going to have a bloody disaster?"

The old man looked up at the tall figure blocking the sun, swallowed, and whispered, "Or... should I take another look?"

Kong Wu sneered, directly grabbed the small wooden table in front of the old man with one hand, and threw it towards a large tree nearby.

With a clang, the small wooden table shattered into pieces.

With such a commotion, the surrounding passersby were stunned for a moment before quickly leaving the area.

Even the vendors setting up stalls nearby immediately packed up their belongings and retreated a safe distance.

Memories not too distant resurfaced in their minds.

Back then, when these constables were in a bad mood or if a vendor hadn't paid their "protection money" on time, they would smash the stall on the spot.

If they didn't leave quickly, they might be the next to suffer.

Seeing that everyone had moved away and were pointing and discussing the situation, Kong Wu snorted and said to Skinny Monkey, "Bring me my saber!"

Skinny Monkey hesitated, "Constable Kong, it's not... it's not that serious, is it? These fortune tellers just love spouting that nonsense..."

"Saber!"

Hearing the displeasure in Kong Wu's tone, Skinny Monkey quickly shut his mouth and threw the long saber he had been holding over.

Unlike the goose-feather sabers used by ordinary constables, this saber was almost as tall as Skinny Monkey when stood upright.

It was a Zhanmadao!

A long saber that even battlefield generals needed to wield with both hands while on horseback, Kong Wu picked it up with one hand and swung it a few times, producing a whistling sound through the air.

Kong Wu walked forward with the saber.

Across from him, the fortune-telling old man had been keeping his head down since just now, seemingly terrified by Kong Wu.

Kong Wu grinned and said in a deep voice, "Are you going to keep pretending?"

The old man sighed and said, "They all say Constable Kong of Qingshan County sees through everything, and it seems it's not just talk."

Before he finished speaking, in the eyes of Skinny Monkey and the others, the old man had vanished.

And in Kong Wu's eyes, the old man transformed into a black shadow and charged towards him.

His attribute panel was faintly glowing blood-red.

[Evil God Cultist] [Vitality: 200] [Strength: 6] [Skills: Gold Splitting Hand, Disguise Technique] [First Impression of You: Greedy (Excellent sacrificial material!).]