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.

Only when he saw that face did Skinny Monkey realize what was happening. He hurriedly said, "Constable Kong, this man... is a cultivator, right?"

They had all witnessed the battle earlier.

That old Daoist had been able to withstand Constable Kong's Zhanmadao with his bare hands. He definitely wasn't an ordinary person.

Kong Wu nodded noncommittally.

According to the system's notification, this man was an Evil God Cultist.

And the "performance art" at the Bai Household earlier should have been some kind of ritual.

The people of this world were extremely devout. Incense at the temples burned vigorously every day, unlike the world Kong Wu had lived in before, where temples and Daoist shrines only became packed during holidays.

Among the common people, there were also many tales of gods and Buddhas descending to earth to vanquish demons and evil spirits.

After witnessing a tiger demon speak human words, Kong Wu felt that those rumors might not be baseless after all.

Those Gods and Devils being worshiped might descend to the mortal world at any time.

Therefore, this Evil God might also be a real existence.

But Kong Wu wasn't worried in the slightest that killing its cultist would bring the Evil God's revenge.

At worst, he could hide inside a proper temple. Could the thing really come knocking?

Now that the culprit had been found, the subsequent handling didn't require Constable Kong to step in.

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

In a mountain village, countless villagers were dancing in a frenzy around a black idol.

Inside a thatched hut nearby, an old man with completely white hair and beard awoke from meditation.

Countless blood-red candles had been arranged on the wall before him.

At that moment, one of the candles went out without a breath of wind.

He frowned and called out, "Someone!"

A young man entered from outside and bowed. "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 swept his gaze across the candle flames on the wall and murmured, "Did they run into a cultivator?"

The young man also noticed the extinguished candle. Frowning, he asked, "Should we send someone to investigate?"

The village chief pondered for a long while, then shook his head.

"Forget it. We should keep a low profile for the time being. They were only two peripheral cultists, after all. And that Zhu Yin Sheng... hmph!"

Night fell. In the silent mountains, a miserable scream suddenly rang out.

In the village square, a fat man dressed in official robes had all four limbs tied up. He stared in terror at the scene before him.

One of the villagers was tearing the arms off a young male servant with his bare hands...

Kong Wu carried his Zhanmadao on his back and walked home with light steps.

A roast chicken he had bought from the restaurant, three jin of sauced beef, and a jug of good wine hung from the hilt.

Tonight, he planned to enjoy himself properly.

After nearly a year, he had finally gained attribute points again.

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

He had heard that cultivators were numerous there, and that cultivators and demons often confronted each other in the streets.

As he was pondering this, a lecherous laugh came from ahead.

"Little maiden~ Don't be shy. Let this young master have a good look at your face. Hehehe..."

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

A year ago, Kong Wu had often seen things like this.

Now, such scenes were practically nowhere to be found on the streets of Qingshan County.

That was because Kong Wu had broken one leg each of those young masters.

Kong Wu found it strange. Which family's young master was this, to be so bold?

The young master was grinning as he teased the young woman ahead, but the two lackeys following him were nervously scanning their surroundings, as if afraid of being discovered by someone.

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

"Young master... let's leave quickly... King Yama Kong is here."

"That's right, young master, we..."

The silk-robed young master turned around impatiently and cursed, "What are you making such a fuss about? Look at how timid you are. What kind of person scared you into this state? Is there anyone in all of Qingshan County who dares interfere in our Qian Family's affairs?"

As he spoke, he kept stealing glances at Kong Wu. Clearly, his true purpose lay elsewhere.

Kong Wu walked up to them. Ignoring the young master's threat, he instead said sternly to the two lackeys, "You two... should know my rules. Will you do it yourselves, or shall I help you?"

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

The Qian Family was a genuine tyrant in Qingshan County. Not only did it own vast tracts of fertile farmland, but the old master, who was now retired at home, had once held office in the provincial capital.

As the Qian Family's only heir of his generation, Qian Zhenghao had bullied men, preyed on women, and committed every kind of evil in Qingshan County.

A year ago, the Qian Family's old master could no longer stand watching his grandson cause trouble every day, so he had thrown him into the Prefecture Academy to study.

After a year of frustration in the provincial capital, Qian Zhenghao had just returned to Qingshan County today. He had taken his two lackeys out, and while strolling around, he had encountered a pretty young married woman. He had immediately taken up his old trade again.

Although Kong Wu was wearing official robes, Qian Zhenghao didn't care in the slightest.

In this little patch of Qingshan County, apart from the county magistrate and registrar, there wasn't an official he couldn't afford to offend.

But after walking a few steps and seeing Kong Wu's full appearance clearly, his imposing air immediately weakened.

Good heavens, that man's arms were nearly as thick as his thighs.

If only he had known, he would have brought more people with him today.

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

Although Kong Wu's towering build had intimidated him, he still shouted with a show of strength masking inner weakness.

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

"I don't care whose son you are. You harassed a woman in the street, so you'll follow my rules."

Qian Zhenghao quietly asked the servant beside him, "What rules?"

The servant didn't answer. His legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Kong Wu stopped wasting words. He stepped forward and kicked one of the servants in the leg.

The kick appeared light and airy, but when it landed, it produced a crisp crack.

"Ah!"

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

Qian Zhenghao was startled. He hurriedly hid behind the other servant and shrieked, "What are you doing? I... I'm..."

Before he could finish, he discovered that the servant who had been standing in front of him suddenly let out a yell, abandoned him, and ran back the way they had come.

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

The sound of it ripping through the air rang beside Qian Zhenghao's ear. His cheek burned fiercely.

Ignoring that, he turned his head to look. The servant who had fled was rolling on the ground behind him, clutching his thigh and screaming without pause.

"Your turn!"

Kong Wu's voice was a demonic sound from the depths of hell, echoing beside his ears.

Qian Zhenghao had just turned his head when he saw Kong Wu kick toward him.

Then he felt his legs go weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

His gaze fell to his knee. It had caved inward, and the bone of his lower leg had pierced through the flesh, stark white and ghastly.

A wave of excruciating pain struck. Qian Zhenghao, who had been pampered for years, couldn't endure it. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.