Kong Wu's Rules

"Master Bai's case is solved!"

Kong Wu bent down and tore off the human skin mask, revealing the face of the fortune-telling old Daoist from before.

Seeing the face, Skinny Monkey finally reacted and quickly said, "Constable Kong, this person... is a cultivator, right?"

They had all witnessed the battle earlier.

This old Daoist could withstand Kong Wu's zhanmadao with his bare hands, so he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Kong Wu nodded noncommittally.

According to the system's prompt, this person was an Evil God Cultist.

And the "performance art" at the Bai residence earlier was likely some kind of ritual.

The people in this world were extremely devout, and the temples were always bustling with incense smoke, unlike Kong Wu's previous life where temples and monasteries were only crowded on holidays.

Moreover, there were many folk tales about certain gods and buddhas descending to earth to slay demons.

After witnessing a tiger demon that could speak human language, Kong Wu felt that these rumors might not be baseless.

Those revered gods and demons might descend at any time.

So, this Evil God might also be a real entity.

However, Kong Wu wasn't worried at all about being retaliated against by the Evil God for killing its follower.

At worst, he could find a proper temple and hide inside; would the Evil God come looking for him there?

Since the culprit had been found, he, as the constable, wouldn't need to handle the subsequent procedures.

Kong Wu gave a few brief instructions, glanced at the setting sun, and headed straight home.

In a mountain village, countless villagers were dancing fanatically around a black divine statue.

In the thatched hut nearby, an old man with white hair and beard awoke from his meditation.

On the wall in front of him were countless blood-red candles.

At that moment, one candle extinguished itself without any wind.

He frowned and said, "Someone!"

A young man walked in from outside, bowing, "Village Chief!"

"Where did Old Man Fang go?"

"He went down the mountain to Qingshan County with Zhu Yin Sheng."

"Zhu Yin Sheng..."

The village chief scanned the candlelight on the wall and murmured, "Did he encounter a cultivator?"

The young man also noticed the extinguished candle and frowned, "Should we send someone to investigate?"

The village chief pondered for a long time and shook his head.

"Forget it. Let's keep a low profile for now. They are just two peripheral followers, and as for Zhu Yin Sheng... Hmph!"

As night fell, a tragic scream suddenly echoed through the quiet mountains.

In the village square, a fat man in official attire was tied down by his limbs, watching the scene before him in terror.

A villager tore off the arm of a book boy with his bare hands...

Kong Wu walked home with his zhanmadao on his back, his steps light and cheerful.

Hanging from the saber's hilt was a roasted chicken he bought from the restaurant, three pounds of braised beef, and a pot of good wine.

He planned to enjoy himself tonight.

It had been almost a year, and he had finally gained attribute points again.

He had been thinking that if he didn't encounter any demons or ghosts soon, he would have to head to the Prefecture.

He heard that there were many cultivators there, and confrontations between cultivators and demons often occurred in the streets.

As he was thinking, a lewd laugh came from ahead.

"Hey there, little lady~ Don't be shy, let this young master get a good look at your face, hehehe..."

After a few steps, he saw a scene of a young master and his lackeys harassing a respectable woman.

A year ago, Kong Wu had seen such things frequently.

Now, such scenes were basically non-existent on the streets of Qingshan County.

This was because Kong Wu had broken the leg of every young master who dared to do such things.

Kong Wu was puzzled; whose young master was this, so brave?

The young master in front was grinning and teasing the young girl, while his two lackeys nervously scanned their surroundings, as if afraid of being discovered by someone.

The next moment, Kong Wu's massive figure appeared at the alley entrance, and the two lackeys immediately shivered.

"Young Master... let's get out of here quickly... King Yama Kong is here."

"That's right, Young Master, we..."

The young master in brocade robes turned his head with obvious impatience and cursed, "What are you making such a fuss about? Look at your cowardly selves. Who scared you into this state? Is there anyone in Qingshan County who dares to interfere with our Qian family's business?"

As he spoke, he kept glancing at Kong Wu, his true intentions clearly not on the conversation.

Kong Wu walked up to the group. Ignoring the young master's threats, he sternly addressed the two lackeys, "You... should know my rules. Are you going to do it yourselves, or shall I help you?"

The ignored young master's face turned red, clearly provoked by Kong Wu's words. He turned and strode over aggressively.

The Qian family was a true power in Qingshan County, not only owning vast tracts of fertile land but also having an elder who had previously served in the Prefecture.

As the sole heir of the Qian family for this generation, Qian Zhenghao had committed all sorts of evil deeds in Qingshan County, bullying men and oppressing women.

A year ago, the Qian family elder, unable to stand his grandson causing trouble day in and day out, sent him to study at the Prefecture Academy.

After a year of feeling stifled in the Prefecture, Qian Zhenghao had just returned to Qingshan County today. He went out with two lackeys and, while strolling, encountered a beautiful young woman, immediately reverting to his old ways.

Even though Kong Wu was wearing official attire, Qian Zhenghao paid it no mind.

In his domain of Qingshan County, apart from the County Magistrate and the Chief Clerk, there was no official he couldn't afford to offend.

However, after taking a few steps and getting a clear look at Kong Wu's full stature, his imposing demeanor immediately faltered.

Damn, this guy's arms are almost as thick as my thighs.

I should have brought more people with me today.

"You... do you know whose son I am?"

Despite being intimidated by Kong Wu's imposing physique, he still shouted with feigned ferocity.

Kong Wu grinned, revealing a mouthful of pearly white teeth.

"I don't care whose son you are. You were harassing a woman on the street, so you have to follow my rules."

Qian Zhenghao quietly asked a subordinate beside him, "What rules?"

The subordinate didn't answer, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Without further ado, Kong Wu walked forward and kicked one of the subordinates in the leg.

It seemed like a light kick, but upon impact, it produced a crisp "crack."

"Ah!"

The subordinate fell to the ground, clutching his thigh and howling incessantly.

Qian Zhenghao was startled and quickly hid behind another subordinate, shrieking, "What are you doing? I... I am..."

Before he could finish, he noticed the subordinate who had been in front of him suddenly cry out, abandon him, and run back.

Seeing this, Kong Wu picked up a stone from the ground, weighed it, and casually threw it.

A whistling sound cut through the air, and Qian Zhenghao felt a burning sensation on the side of his face.

Ignoring it, he turned his head to look and saw the subordinate who had been fleeing behind him rolling on the ground, clutching his thigh and screaming in pain.

"Your turn!"

Kong Wu's voice echoed like a demonic sound from hell.

As Qian Zhenghao turned his head, he saw Kong Wu kick towards him.

Then, he felt his leg go soft, and he collapsed to the ground.

His gaze fell on his knee, only to find it caved in, with the bone of his lower leg piercing through flesh and blood, stark white and exposed.

The intense pain struck. Qian Zhenghao, having lived a life of pampered ease for many years, couldn't endure it and promptly rolled his eyes, passing out.