Conning a Ghost
Lu Li jumped onto the ridge of the terraced field and ran towards the house of the villager Lu Li Family. Competing with Zhao An in an open space was suicidal; relying on his immortality, he didn't need to worry about his own body.
He charged over any obstacle, hacking at it with a kitchen knife and ramming it with his body. As time went on, the closer he got to his originally scheduled surrender time, the stronger he became, and his speed gradually increased.
To buy time, Lu Li needed to find a place with complex terrain to have a chance of outrunning Zhao An. Fortunately, Lu Li had the memories of a mythical-level martial artist. Although he didn't have internal energy, he was still very familiar with some power exertion techniques, so his speed was also very fast.
Passing by Lu Zhengling's house, Lu Li picked up the iron pot that had been thrown aside and ran towards his destination, with Zhao An chasing closely behind, carrying a kitchen knife and becoming increasingly fierce.
As he ran, Lu Li suddenly turned, crouched down, grabbed the iron pot with both hands, and swung it directly at Zhao An. Then he released the pot, grabbed Zhao An's hand with one hand, forcefully twisted it, and knocked the cleaver away. With a twist of his bones, he put Zhao An on the ground.
With his other hand, he grabbed Zhao An's foot, folded it over, and placed it on his shoulder. He then put the other leg through the hole in the middle, placed his neck in the middle, folded both hands behind his neck and placed them on top. He then picked up the iron pot, placed it on Zhao An's back, and turned him upside down again.
Zhao An's hands and feet were now completely stuck in the pot, like a turtle whose shell had been flipped over. No matter how much he shook, he couldn't get up. However, this restriction was only temporary.
Lu Li plucked a handful of wild grass, wrapped it around his hand, picked up the kitchen knife, sat on the ground panting heavily, and suddenly chopped the knife directly at Zhao An's head. Blood splattered, but in just a few seconds, the wound on Zhao An's face healed as if he had never been injured.
"Is there no pain left?" Lu Li glanced at the kitchen knife and threw it with all his might towards the terraced fields. It landed somewhere unknown. According to the case records, the traces found at the scene of the six missing people all showed signs of being cleaved by the kitchen knife. The real Zhao An also admitted to this.
Therefore, the only limit is that the murder weapon must be a kitchen knife, and it must be the one that Zhao An casually took from Zhao Li's house. Throwing the knife far away would buy more time.
"Hey, what's your name?" Lu Li asked, looking directly at Zhao An in the pot.
"Don't waste your energy. I'm not going to tell you my name. I'm not stupid," Zhao An said disdainfully, and stopped struggling. He felt his strength increasing, and he was confident he could break his arms and legs to free himself.
"As expected, someone like you deserves to be single forever," Lu Li said with malicious mockery.
"You're the single dog, your whole family are single dogs!" Zhao An retorted indignantly. He knew better than to hit someone in the face or expose their weaknesses, so Lu Li deliberately targeted Zhao An's sore spots. Since he couldn't physically torture him, he would psychologically break him down.
"Don't try to deny it. I have your memories. You African chieftain, if you're not a single dog, then who is?" Lu Li once again exposed Zhao An's weakness, using his memories to continuously humiliate him, and Zhao An started arguing back.
"I really feel uncomfortable being in your shoes. You're so unlucky, what if you taint me?"
"Who knows if what you're saying is true or not? It's just something you say to lie to people," Zhao An said sourly.
"Let's make a bet. I, Lu Li, swear to God, do you dare?" Lu Li looked at Zhao An in the iron pot with disdain and said directly, "I, Lu Li, swear that if I'm lying, I'll release you immediately. If I'm telling the truth, do you dare let me go?"
"What wouldn't I dare? What wouldn't I dare?" Zhao An's face flushed red from Lu Li's provocation, and he shouted excitedly, "You can't produce any evidence; you're just trying to trick me into letting you go."
"How can I produce evidence? I, Lu Li, dare to swear it. Do you dare? As long as you dare to swear it, I will produce evidence. Whoever doesn't dare is a coward!" Lu Li's voice also grew louder, drowning out Zhao An's voice.
"What proof do you have? Why wouldn't I swear! I, Zhao Yi... you're lying about my name!" Zhao An stopped mid-sentence, glared fiercely at Lu Li, and then shut his mouth, refusing to say another word.
"He actually realized it. Zhao Yi is still Zhao Yi something?" Lu Li's expression instantly calmed down, and he shook his head with some disappointment. Judging from this guy's behavior, his name has a third character, but this guy refused to say it again.
Lu Li didn't have much time left, so Lu Li decisively gave up on arguing with Zhao Yi YiX and ran to the room where Zhao YiX had started. Although he didn't get Zhao Yi YiX's full name, he at least managed to trick him out of two characters. If he could find some information in Zhao YiX's house, he might be able to complete the last character.
Pushing open the door and turning on the light, Lu Li began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets. Lu Li began to look through his mobile phone and books. There were also some certificates posted on the wall. The names on them were all blurry. Lu Li flipped through everything and suddenly found that in a textbook, the word "Yi" was completely written on it.
They searched again but found nothing. Suddenly, Zhao Yi's angry roar came from outside. Looking over, they saw that the guy had broken free from the iron pot and jumped down the terraced field to look for the kitchen knife.
Lu Li realized he hadn't gained anything, so he quickly continued running. Zhao Yi Yix's speed increased again, becoming astonishingly fast. He crashed directly into some guardrails and fences, charging straight ahead.
"Lu Li here!" Wang Wencheng shouted from behind a tree in the distance, waving a flashlight in his hand, clearly indicating that the trap was already set.
Lu Li nodded and quickly ran towards Wang Wencheng, while Zhao Yi Yix rushed over from behind, brandishing a kitchen knife.
The trap was set in a small bamboo grove at the edge of the village. Lu Li and Wang Wencheng rushed into the grove, followed by Zhao Yi Yix, who chased after the two men frantically. He could easily cut down any small bamboo stalks that blocked his path with a single stroke.
Suddenly he felt something under his feet, and saw withered bamboo leaves flying below. The noose quickly shrank, binding his feet and hanging him upside down from a camphor tree branch. The kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground. Then a noose flew over and tied his head. The rope tightened, and then Jiang Xuanmo and Gu Lin carried over a large rock.
Lin Tong stepped out from the side and tightened the rope. Zhao Yi Yix roared and strained his waist, trying to sit up in mid-air to untie the rope knots on his feet. Lu Li and Wang Wencheng saw that something was wrong and quickly ran over to help Lin Tong pull the rope, finally straightening Zhao Yi Yix's body.
Jiang Xuanmo and Gu Lin quickly moved several large stones, tied them together with ropes, and used them to hang Zhao Yi around his neck, preventing him from getting up. This would at least buy them a considerable amount of time.