Smoke, flames, and... the wild laughter of those scumbags!
Wang Xiaoming gripped the Kunai Sword tightly and charged straight at them!
A red afterimage passed through the Evil Soul Masters in an instant.
The next moment, his acceleration ended.
The smiles on every Evil Soul Master's face froze.
They saw vicious wounds appear across one another's throats in an instant, and great quantities of scarlet blood came gushing out!!
Wang Xiaoming slowly put away the kunai in his hand.
It was his first time killing, yet his heart remained undisturbed.
In any case, he was fast enough that he couldn't see their miserable end. With a single cut across their throats, those guys couldn't even get a scream into his ears.
All he could hear was the continuous sound of bodies falling behind him.
Wang Xiaoming didn't undo his transformation. Instead, he walked farther into the village.
If there were any more scum like them, he would take care of them on the way.
But they had turned out to be a little different from what he had imagined.
Apart from burning, killing, and looting, they hadn't done anything else.
Just as Wang Xiaoming finished checking the last house...
A small figure in a dress emerged from somewhere and stood at the crossroads, tears streaming down her face. She looked at the villagers and Evil Soul Masters lying on the ground, then glanced at Wang Xiaoming in his red armor, trembling where she stood.
Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming came over to her.
The little girl's face and clothes were covered in gray dust, but it couldn't hide her looks. Her features were lovely, and with that purple hair and those bright eyes, she would surely grow into a beauty.
What a pity, to encounter something like this at such a young age...
He undid his transformation, revealing his adorable face.
When the little girl saw the big figure in front of her turn into a child, she couldn't quite make sense of it.
Wang Xiaoming thought he had frightened her and said gently, "Don't worry, I chased the bad guys away."
Even though he said that, the child before him was still streaming with tears and trembling all over.
Then again, her family and everyone in the village had been slaughtered. No one could calm down right away after that.
Much less a child who looked to be only five years old.
Looking at the timid child before him, Wang Xiaoming tried to make his smile look a little kinder.
He bent down and stroked the little girl's hair, then took a lollipop out of his Soul Tool and waved it in front of her.
"Little sister, what's your name? Don't be scared, I'm not one of those Evil Soul Masters."
The little girl glanced at him, then said in a trembling voice, "M-my name is Bibi Dong..."
Wang Xiaoming: "???"
"Bibi Dong!?"
Wang Xiaoming couldn't help crying out in surprise.
This kid was Bibi Dong!?
Just how early had he transmigrated!?
He stared at Bibi Dong, studying her closely. She was indeed very pretty, but she was clearly still a little loli. He was at least twenty or thirty years early.
Bibi Dong was a little frightened by his reaction and quietly took two steps back.
Only then did Wang Xiaoming realize he had gotten a little too excited. The child before him wasn't the deranged female Pope of later years; she wasn't nearly that bold yet.
But this Bibi Dong looked far too young. She hadn't even awakened her Martial Soul.
He hurriedly composed himself and handed her the lollipop.
"Sorry, I scared you, didn't I? My name is Wang Xiaoming. I'm a passing Kamen Rider."
Bibi Dong gave him a doubtful look, but still reached out and took the lollipop.
She didn't know what it was, or why he was giving it to her in a place full of dead people.
But she knew one thing: the person in front of her was now the only life-saving straw she could grasp.
She pressed her lips together, gathered her courage, and took two steps forward, grabbing Wang Xiaoming's sleeve.
"Please, can you take me to Spirit Hall... I want to report this."
"Report it?"
Wang Xiaoming looked at Bibi Dong in some confusion.
There wasn't much use in reporting it now. The dead couldn't come back to life.
Unless she wanted the people from Spirit Hall to help her bury the villagers here.
Bibi Dong nodded and said, "I want to beg them to save my mother... Those guys, there were two groups of them. First they captured all the women... then they left one group behind to loot the village."
Her mother had stuffed her into the cooking stove, allowing her to escape.
But she could only watch helplessly as her mother and aunt were taken away...
As she spoke, her tears began to fall again, drop by drop.
Looking at the little girl before him, Wang Xiaoming didn't know what to say for a moment. He really wasn't good at comforting people.
But the Bibi Dong before him wasn't the Pope of later years. Right now, she was just a helpless little girl.
He reached out and wiped the tears from Bibi Dong's face, but mixed with the ash, they only made her look like a little tabby cat.
"Then do you know which direction those people went? Or where their hideout is?"
Bibi Dong nodded at his question.
She pointed to a mountain in the distance and said, "They're in that mountain. Usually they're just bandits from a stockade who rob people on the road, so no one paid much attention to them... But now..."
Bibi Dong glanced over the bodies on the ground, then said, "Now, there are probably fewer than ten left, but their strongest leader doesn't seem to be here."
After hearing that, Wang Xiaoming had a rough idea of the situation.
But sending her to Spirit Hall to report it now would obviously take too long.
By the time they arrived, Bibi Dong's mother probably couldn't be saved.
He bent down, looked earnestly into those tear-filled purple eyes, and said, "I'll send you to Spirit Hall now, but you'll have to report it yourself. Can you do that?"
"Th-then what about you?"
Hearing him, Bibi Dong instinctively sensed that something was off.
Wang Xiaoming looked toward the mountain in the distance and said coldly, "I'm going to see whether those scumbags have three heads and six arms, and whether they can really take that many cuts..."
With that, he summoned the Dimensional Wall, which swallowed them both.
Bibi Dong felt as though she had come to a hazy gray place. When she opened her eyes again, she was already inside Yelan City, but Wang Xiaoming was nowhere to be seen.
She had no time to think. She hurriedly pumped her two short little legs and ran toward Spirit Hall.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoming appeared in front of the stockade.
He looked at the two guys by the gate, their arms around each other's shoulders as they threw their heads back and laughed, baring yellow teeth. He sneered inwardly.
Then he placed his hand on the Ride Booker, drew a card, and said in a low voice:
"Laugh all you want. Soon, you won't be able to..."