If the Grass Is Not Cut at the Root, the Spring Breeze Will Blow It Back

The situation reversed too quickly. It was just like the old saying goes, life's ups and downs are truly too exhilarating.

One moment he was a lamb with a knife to its throat, the next he was a Tyrannosaurus Rex in sheep's clothing.

The three men in black looked at each other, their murderous intent long replaced by fear.

Run!

This thought exploded in all three minds almost simultaneously.

Fight a monster that punched its companion's chest open? That's just asking for death!

"Split up and run!"

One of them shouted, turning and scrambling towards the wall of the City God Temple.

The other two, with extreme coordination, sprinted off in their respective left and right directions.

As long as one of them escaped and reported back to the Punishment Department, this brat, no matter how capable, would be hunted to death by the imperial Punishment Department!

The idea was grand.

The reality was harsh.

"Trying to run?"

Fang Mo sneered.

He stomped his foot, and the bluestone bricks on the ground instantly shattered.

He shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, bringing with him a gust of foul wind, charging directly at the man in black heading for the wall.

The explosive power of the mid-Qi and Blood Realm, combined with the strength enhancement from Iron Bones, pushed his speed to the absolute limit.

The man in black had just leaped onto the top of the wall, not yet having time to celebrate.

A hand like an iron clamp had already grabbed his ankle.

"Come down!"

Fang Mo yanked hard.

"Bang!"

The man was forcibly pulled down from the wall, smashing heavily onto the ground, dazed and disoriented.

Before he could even get up, Fang Mo stomped on his chest.

"Crack."

Clean and decisive.

His ribs shattered, his heart stopped.

Another one down.

The remaining two had already run dozens of meters away.

Fang Mo didn't pursue.

He stood in place, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his right hand, clenching it in the air.

In his perception, the [Record of Punishing Crimes] flipped open again.

[Summon Guilty Prisoner: Liu Tiegu.]

"Go!"

Fang Mo commanded in a low voice.

An invisible, eerie wind instantly surged from his body, carrying a mournful ghost cry, and swept towards the two fleeing men in black.

Although this prisoner's soul form was weaker than when he was alive, in this dark environment, it was more than enough to scare people or hinder them slightly.

The man in black running to the left, sprinting at full speed, suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if something had latched onto his back.

Immediately after, a pale, ghostly face emerged from his shoulder, blowing a cold breath into his ear.

"Brother, what are you running for? Come down and play?"

It was Liu Tiegu.

"Ah—a ghost!!!"

The man in black was so terrified that he lost his wits. His foot faltered, and he fell face-first into the dirt.

Before he could get up, an icy hand had already seized his neck.

To deal with the other person.

Liu Tiegu's soul form was even more direct.

Though he had lost his Iron Bones, his resentment was extremely strong.

He directly transformed into a black mist, entangling the man in black's legs.

The man felt his legs become as heavy as lead, unable to move no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he could only watch in despair as Fang Mo approached him step by step, like the god of death.

Three minutes later.

The backyard of the City God Temple returned to a deathly silence.

There were several more corpses on the ground.

Fang Mo clapped his hands, recalled the soul body, and slowly walked back to Gu Yichuan.

Gu Yichuan wasn't dead yet.

But he was close.

Seven or eight ribs were broken, his internal organs were severely damaged, and he lay on the ground, spitting out blood clots in large mouthfuls.

He looked at Fang Mo, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

"Who exactly are you?"

"There can't be an expert like you in the heavenly prison!"

Fang Mo squatted down, looking at the face contorted in pain.

He reached out and removed Gu Yichuan's mask.

Beneath the mask was an unremarkable middle-aged man's face, even carrying a scholarly air.

Who would have thought this was the ruthless Punishment Department officer who killed without blinking?

"Who I am doesn't matter."

Fang Mo played with the mask in his hand, his tone so calm it was frightening.

"What matters is that you know too much."

"And you wanted to kill me."

Gu Yichuan gave a bitter laugh.

"The winner takes all..."

"But don't get too smug..."

"You can't escape after killing someone from the Punishment Department..."

"That remains to be seen."

Fang Mo shook his head, pointed to the withered well beside them, then to the corpses on the ground, and finally to the box of Blood Spirit Pills.

"Look, the story can be like this."

"Sir Gu led his team to investigate the stolen goods, bravely and fearlessly venturing into the tiger's den."

"As a result, they encountered the vicious traps left by Iron Bone Liu and ambushing accomplices."

"A fierce battle ensued."

"Sir Gu and his brothers fought to the death, finally annihilating the bandits, but unfortunately, they were all wiped out."

"As for me..."

Fang Mo pointed to his own nose.

"I'm just a guide, a lowly jailer. I was scared unconscious in the grass outside the temple when the fight started."

"By the time I woke up, this place had already become a slaughterhouse."

Gu Yichuan's eyes widened.

"You... you're too cruel..."

"A man must be ruthless to achieve his goals."

Fang Mo shrugged.

"Goodbye, Sir Gu."

After speaking.

He reached out and gently wiped Gu Yichuan's terrified face.

Crack.

His neck snapped.

Gu Yichuan's head lolled to one side, his breath completely gone.

Several dark red shadows rushed into Fang Mo's body.