Murderers Started Reasoning

The person who came to report was so frightened; it didn't seem like an act.

A strange, inexplicable feeling swept through Sun Yue's heart.

After a moment's hesitation, he put down his wine bowl, glanced around the room, and selected someone.

"Sixth Brother."

The one who was called out was Wang the Lame, the sixth-ranking leader of the village.

A tall, thin man who was used to taking shortcuts and was quick-witted.

"Take a team and go check out the entrance to the village."

"Eldest Brother, you actually believe this nonsense?" Zhao Biao put down his wine bowl, about to sneer.

Sun Yue turned his head and glanced at him indifferently.

With just that one glance, Zhao Biao's next words got stuck in his throat.

"Go." Sun Yue withdrew his gaze and uttered a single word.

He didn't take the spy's words entirely seriously; a few teenagers couldn't cause much trouble.

But they didn't completely disregard it either.

It's better to make a wasted trip than to be caught red-handed without even realizing it.

"Don't worry, Eldest Brother, leave it to me."

Wang the Lame stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and answered readily, showing no sign of fear.

The fleeting thoughts that had been swirling in my mind had already quickly begun to race through my mind.

It was rare for the head of the gang to be so concerned about something. If he handled this task well, it would be a good opportunity to show off in front of everyone and get the credit.

Even if we really run into a tough nut to crack, what can they possibly do even if we bring a whole squad of brothers and run them over?

You can make a profit no matter what.

With that in mind, he gathered his men and swaggered out of the hall.

As soon as the person left, the doubts that had been stirred up in the hall dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The leader urged them to continue eating and drinking, and the henchmen started playing drinking games again. The wine bowls clattered loudly, and they continued to gnaw on the meat and sing the songs. No one paid any more attention to the spy's nonsense.

Zhao Biao, clutching a wine jar, grinned and boasted to everyone about his glorious past three years.

The laughter and chatter grew louder and louder.

I don't know how much time passed.

The hall door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A damp, cold night wind, carrying the scent of rain, swept in, causing the candlelight in the room to flicker wildly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and the laughter gradually subsided.

There was a person standing at the door.

He was Wang the Lame's most trusted confidant, his hair still dripping with rain, his face deathly pale, and he was clutching a wooden box tightly in his arms.

"Why are you back?" someone shouted. "Where's Wang the Lame?"

The man's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words.

"Here... here..."

He wanted to open the box in his arms.

But his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't muster any strength.

The next moment, the wooden box slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground with a thud.

The lid was slammed open.

A bloody head rolled out of it, covered in blood, and slowly rolled a long way on the ground, getting slower and slower until it finally came to a steady stop.

His face was turned directly towards the entire hall, his eyes wide open in death.

It was none other than Wang the Lame who had just swaggered out the door.

The room Deathly Stillness.

Immediately, a chorus of gasps erupted.

The wine bowl clattered to the ground, and someone's legs went weak, causing them to slump back into their chair. Zhao Biao, who had just been boasting while hugging the wine jar, froze with a smile.

"Sixth Brother..."

Sun Yue, who was seated at the head of the table, suddenly stood up.

Even someone as accustomed to bloodshed as him felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at the head on the ground.

But this surge of shock and anger lasted only a moment before it was forcefully suppressed.

"Ring the bell!"

A loud shout quelled the chaos that filled the room.

"Gather all the brothers in the village, grab your weapons—!"

The bell tolled loudly in the rainy night, one chime after another, echoing throughout the entire mountain village.

Sun Yue grabbed the large knife leaning against his seat and, without further hesitation, strode out of the hall.

"Come with me!"

"I'd like to see which kind of deity dares to cause trouble in my Broken Tiger Stronghold!"

Behind him, the gang leaders and henchmen finally came to their senses and grabbed their weapons to follow him.

The bells rang one after another, breaking the silence of the rainy night.

Tonight is the night to welcome Zhao Biao back; feasts have been set up throughout the village.

The henchmen in various places were drinking heavily, their faces flushed and necks bulging, playing drinking games and making a huge fuss.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and the commotion throughout the village came to a sudden halt.

"We're having a great time drinking, why are you ringing the bell!"

"Wait, something's happened?"

The henchmen, who had put down their wine bowls, grabbed their weapons and rushed over, asking each other in a chaotic manner, but none of them could give a clear answer.

It wasn't until someone came out of the hall and spread the word that the matter was resolved.

"Sixth Brother... Sixth Brother is gone! His head has been chopped off!"

"What? Sixth Brother?!"

"Who did this? Who's got a death wish, daring to mess with Sixth Brother?"

The news spread like wildfire, and the entire mountain village was instantly in an uproar.

Shouts and neighing horses filled the air, creating chaos as a dark mass converged towards the village gate.

In the crowd, Zhao Biao gripped his knife and squeezed his way towards the village gate.

His face showed the same shock and anger as everyone else's, but his eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and a bad premonition inexplicably rose in his heart.

An enemy has come knocking on our door?

Who could it be?

He quickly went through it in his mind.

The grudges accumulated over the years are too numerous to count, and the number of heads chopped off is too many to identify at the moment.

After thinking about it for a long time without reaching a conclusion, that feeling of unease faded away.

What's the rush!

Even if the sky falls, my Eldest Brother will hold it up.

As far back as he could remember, he had never seen his Eldest Brother fall down.

Thinking of this, Zhao Biao even grinned.

No matter what kind of people you come from, tonight, you won't leave alive!

When Sun Yue arrived at the gate of the stronghold with his sword, three figures were walking slowly towards him through the rain.

There were three teenagers.

The two on the left and right looked unremarkable, no different from ordinary young men.

Only one of them, dressed in white, with a calm expression, walked in the rain, yet the torrential rain could not get close to him, and not a drop of water soaked his robes.

Just standing there like that, his aura was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe.

His gaze lingered on the boy for a moment, then swept around.

With that sweep, my heart sank.

Inside and outside the village gate, there were twenty or thirty corpses lying haphazardly.

They were all brothers, and without exception, all of them had their heads cut off.

What's even stranger is that there wasn't a single trace of a fight.

The knives were still firmly held in the hands of the deceased, some even still in their sheaths.

It was as if before the person could even react, their head was already gone.

"He was killed in an instant?"

Looking at both sides of the village gate, there were about a dozen of his own brothers scattered around, each clutching a weapon, but they were all huddled against the wall in the shadows, their eyes wide open, not daring to even breathe, as if they had encountered some kind of monstrous demon that would devour people.

Seeing this, Sun Yue remained calm.

The calmer I tried to remain, the more I sensed the abnormality of this scene.

The young man at the head of the group clearly saw the dark mass of people and so many knives at the entrance, but he showed no fear on his face and walked straight towards them.

Moreover, the rain doesn't wet your clothes.

He is a Cultivator.

After staring at the boy for a moment, Sun Yue quietly withdrew the Killing Intent that had been welling up in his heart.

To possess such composure at such a young age, the person who nurtured him must be extraordinary; and someone brought up by such influence is certainly not a fool who doesn't know his own limitations.

Therefore, this sense of confidence is not feigned.

The thought crossed Sun Yue's mind, and he understood.

This young man is here to lead the charge.

There's someone behind it all.

He composed himself and opened his mouth to speak.

At this moment, Qin Wangchuan turned his head to look at Zhou Heng beside him.

Is it inside?

Zhou Heng knew immediately who was being asked.

He followed the sound and looked toward the dark mass of people at the entrance of the village, his gaze quickly sweeping over each face.

There were too many people, the firelight flickered, and the rain was heavy. The face I was looking for was hidden among them, and I couldn't find it for a while.

"...No." Zhou Heng shook his head, his tone somewhat hesitant.

There was a large, dark mass of people opposite, at least a hundred.

With just the three of them, it's really hard to say whether they could even survive a fight.

"Um."

Qin Wangchuan responded indifferently, not caring, and turned his gaze back to Sun Yue.

That gaze fell upon him, calm and undisturbed, yet it inexplicably gave Sun Yue the feeling that he had been seen right through.

"Ninth Level of Cultivators."

"It seems you are the leader of this village."

Sun Yue's eyes narrowed.

With just one glance, the other party discerned the depth of his cultivation.

Before he could answer, Qin Wangchuan continued speaking.

"I have come here because of a grudge."

"An grudge?"

Sun Yue's eyebrows twitched slightly, his face showing just the right amount of doubt, but his expression quickly calmed down, revealing no trace of panic.

"The people of Broken Tiger Stronghold may look rough, but they have many rules. They can always distinguish right from wrong."

"What exactly is this grudge, and who is responsible? Young hero, please speak frankly."

He spoke calmly and methodically, seemingly reasonable.

In reality, the hand that was hanging by his side had been quietly moved behind his back and pressed down, signaling everyone to calm down.

To prevent the three from following the commotion and finding the fourth brother hiding in the crowd.

Three years ago, Soaring Tower investigated Lao Si. Now, Lao Si has just returned to the village, and this person has come knocking on the door.

They're from Soaring Tower, they're after the fourth brother, no doubt about it.

But that's where the strangeness lies.

How dare someone from Soaring Tower come alone?

Ordinary Cultivator wouldn't have this kind of courage.

Unless--

Behind this young man lies another identity that he has not yet figured out.