One grotesquely Eerie-Transformed townsperson after another, weapons in hand, marched forward.
One after another, they fell.
Before the formidable people of Upper Mountain District, these townspeople were like clay figures and mud dolls, unable to withstand a single blow.
After dozens died in succession, just as the Night Guard was about to act, a voice exploded forth.
"Enough. Stop." Li Qingxian's voice resounded across the mountaintop.
Everyone stopped and looked toward the Patrol Bureau's Night Guard Director.
Mr. Fu frowned. "Director Ye, do you mean for us to stop, or for them to stop? I've always felt that you were inciting the Night Guard to oppose my Town Yamen."
Li Qingxian said, "Some people deserve to die, while some do not. The ones who deserve death cannot die. I don't like that, but I truly can't do anything about it. But if those who shouldn't die die before my eyes, I can't simply stand by. I am a Director of Great Qi, a cultivator of the Human Race."
"Director Ye, please think this through. You cannot kill Zhang Wentian."
In the past, Mr. Fu's words would have drawn countless glances, but now, no one found anything wrong with them.
Li Qingxian swept his gaze across the people of Upper Mountain District, confusion on his face. "What puzzles me is that all of you know Zhang Wentian intends to keep the Ginseng Fruit for himself and slaughter you all, yet you still treat the townspeople as enemies. But before Zhang Wentian, you don't even dare let out a fart. To use Filthy Beggar's words, you are the greatest pieces of trash in Eerie Town. At least Filthy Beggar and the townspeople dared to resist. But you? Not only do you not dare resist, even knowing full well that he treats you