Li Xinge's Ruthlessness

Half an hour later.

Led by A Liang, Li Xinge and the others finally found Brother Jin's home.

His home was in a remote mountain village.

It was late at night, and the villagers had long since gone to sleep.

Although the barking of dogs woke some villagers, they were scared back when they saw the tall, dark figures outside as they tried to investigate.

A corner on the north side of the village.

An old oil lamp burned quietly, emitting a dim light.

Brother Jin was engrossed in a scroll of ancient text, reading it carefully.

"Husband, why are you still awake so late?"

His wife complained in a low voice from the bed.

"You sleep first, I'll read a bit longer,"

Brother Jin said impatiently.

His wife rolled her eyes at him and complained, "I don't know what's going on, these wretched dogs are barking so much tonight, it's keeping me from sleeping."

Brother Jin's attention was completely absorbed by the ancient text, and he didn't hear his wife's words at all.

Finally, he seemed to discover something from the ancient text and slapped his thigh.

He exclaimed with joy, "I found a way! I finally found a way! The Blood Spirit Flame Python has a three-day hibernation period every three months, during which it falls into a deep sleep. That will be my chance to act."

"What are you muttering about?"

His wife, seeing her husband acting so mysteriously, asked curiously.

Brother Jin impatiently rolled his eyes at her. "A woman shouldn't be so talkative! By the way, what did you just say?"

"I said the dogs were barking so much tonight, it's really strange. They've never been this noisy before."

His wife said, looking confused.

For some reason, hearing this, a bad premonition instantly arose in Brother Jin's heart.

It felt like something bad was about to happen.

He had always trusted his intuition.

"My dear, quickly pack my things, I need to go out," Brother Jin said urgently.

"Didn't you just get back today? Besides, where are you going so late?"

His wife was a little reluctant, but she obediently got out of bed and started helping Brother Jin pack his belongings.

As Brother Jin, carrying his bag, opened the door, he froze. The foot that had stepped out retracted.

Outside the door stood dozens of imposing figures in black robes, their waists adorned with curved swords, mounted on tall horses, looking down at him.

"Zou Jin, where are you going so late?"

A young voice asked with a smile.

With a "bang," the door was closed again.

But the next moment, a tremendous force struck, and the door was smashed to pieces.

Brother Jin was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He felt as if all his internal organs had shifted from that punch.

Just as he tried to get up, he was pinned down by two strong hands on his shoulders, unable to move.

Immediately after, his parents, son, and wife, who were sleeping soundly, were dragged out by the men in black and forced to kneel on the ground, their heads bowed.

Looking at the fear and panic in his family's eyes, Zou Jin's eyes widened in fury, his veins bulging. He roared angrily, "Who are you people? Trespassing into a private residence in the middle of the night, do you have no regard for the law?"

"The law?"

The black-robed figures burst into laughter as if they had heard the greatest joke.

The young man at the forefront stepped forward. It was Li Xinge.

He waved his hand, and the laughter immediately ceased.

"Take us to the Blood Spirit Fruit, and I will spare your family!" Li Xinge said calmly.

Zou Jin maintained a facade of calmness, but his heart was churning like a stormy sea.

They really came for the Blood Spirit Fruit. How could they know about its existence?

A Liang, the only one who knew, was also silenced by me on the mountain. I stabbed him through the heart, and everything should have been seamless.

They must be bluffing.

"My lord, what are you talking about? What is the Blood Spirit Fruit? I don't know."

Zou Jin asked blankly.

Li Xinge let out a cold laugh, his acting was quite good. He lightly clapped his hands.

Someone Zou Jin was extremely familiar with walked out from behind Li Xinge.

"You should recognize this person, right?"

Zou Jin stared at the familiar face, as if struck by lightning.

He cried out, "A Liang? How, how is this possible? Didn't you die already?"

Seeing the brother who had taken such good care of him in the past, A Liang gave a bitter smile and taunted, "Your stab was accurate, but unfortunately, my heart is on the right side!"

Zou Jin suddenly understood.

So that's how it is, so that's how it is!

If only I had cut off his head.

Zou Jin was filled with regret. His oversight had now brought him a devastating disaster.

"Can you take us to find the Blood Spirit Fruit now?" Li Xinge said calmly.

"My lord, don't believe his nonsense. He's lying to you. There's no such thing as a Blood Spirit Fruit. His goal is to use you to kill me and get revenge for my killing him. I've been gathering herbs for so many years, I've never seen a Blood Spirit Fruit."

Zou Jin, clinging to a sliver of hope, argued.

The Blood Spirit Fruit was a legendary priceless treasure, and his only chance to change his fate.

He was truly unwilling to hand it over.

"It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

Li Xinge's already thin patience was worn out by Zou Jin.

He beckoned, and from behind him, two black-robed cultivators from the Li Family emerged. They drew their swords and, under Zou Jin's furious gaze, cleanly severed the heads of Zou Jin's parents.

The spurting blood splashed directly onto his wife, who was so terrified she fainted.

Looking at the two heads on the ground, their eyes wide with unseeing stares, Zou Jin cried out in anguish, "Dad! Mom!"

"Do you remember now?"

Li Xinge asked with a smile.

"I've never seen a Blood Spirit Fruit, and I don't know where it is!"

Zou Jin roared.

Li Xinge clapped his hands. "Good, very good. I like stubborn people like you! Kill another one to help him remember."

"Yes, Patriarch!"

The black-robed cultivator grinned sinisterly and walked towards Zou Jin's wife. He slapped her across the face.

Zou Jin's wife woke up with a slap. Remembering what she had just seen, she let out a piercing scream like a madwoman.

With a swift movement of the blade, the world instantly fell silent. Another head rolled to the ground.

"Do you remember now?"

Li Xinge asked with a smile.

But his smile, to Zou Jin, looked like a devil crawling out from hell.

Even A Liang, who deeply hated Zou Jin, was startled by the ruthlessness of these black-clothed men.

Zou Jin had become numb.

The black-robed cultivators dragged out Zou Jin's son, who had already fainted from fear.

Sizing up Zou Jin's son, Li Xinge clicked his tongue. "Your son looks so much like you, as if he were cast from the same mold."

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

This sentence was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Zou Jin's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He wept, "I know where the Blood Spirit Fruit is, I know the way. I beg you, don't kill my son! He's my only son."

Li Xinge chuckled. "See? It would have been so much better if you had said so earlier. If you had spoken, they wouldn't have had to die!"

Zou Jin sobbed uncontrollably.

"Now, lead the way!"