Chapter Eighteen: To Kill Or Not To Kill

  The jade sword pierced through the air, as if there was no friction at all. Qian Yiqun instinctively knew that such a rapid speed was not something he could control, and hastily turned the sword's direction, causing the jade sword to spin open immediately.

  It all happened in the blink of an eye, Qian Yiqun just wanted to teach that person a lesson, but the jade sword had already stabbed into that person's thigh. And because Qian Yiqun pulled it to the side, he actually cut off the entire leg of that servant. Seeing such terrifying destructive power, Qian Yiqun himself was startled, fortunately his face didn't show it.

  Wen Jia, still in a daze, only felt his body sway and saw a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar leg lying on the ground. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up from below, thoroughly knocking him to the ground.

  He clutched at his wound, crying out in anguish: "My leg! You dare to do this to me, a member of the Wen family! None of you will leave Suzhou alive!" The other two servants rushed forward to restrain him, but they were at a loss for what to do.

  Qian Yiqun's head was in a daze, and his heart was anxious: This is going to make things worse! Originally, he just wanted to scare them for a while, slap them a few times, and bite them as swindlers. The Wen family is big and powerful, can they still compare with their own small door and small household? Moreover, the gate has produced evil slaves, which is not good for their own family's reputation.

  One careless move and he broke someone's leg, which was enough to warrant the use of private punishment. The Wen family could then justify putting pressure on the county magistrate, allowing him to discipline his own household according to the Great Ming Code.

  Whatever...

  Qian Yiqun's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said with a hint of a smile: "Now, I'm afraid that even if I were to lose everything, you wouldn't let my family off either?"

  "We're going to kill your whole family!" The servant on the ground wailed.

  "Still not calling someone to take him to see a doctor!" Another servant of the Wen family shouted, "If he's dead, see how you explain it!"

  "My family will crush you all to death, isn't it just like pinching a single ant to death!"

  Qian Yiqun nodded slightly and said, "These words are extremely true." He took a step out the door and looked around. The surrounding neighbors were all very sensible and no one came out to open their doors. After looking around, he put down more than half of his mind, and with a turn of his hand, the jade sword floated slowly by his side.

  "What do you want to do?!" A servant looked at Qian Yiqun with a ferocious face, scaring him so much that he threw down his companion who was wailing on the ground and retreated three steps back, his face full of terror.

  Another one was timid and upon seeing the flying sword's strange movement, he was immediately frightened and fell to the ground.

  "You're absolutely right."

  Qian Yiqun's fingers flicked, and the jade sword instantly flew towards those three people.

  This sword pierced the lone leg of the fallen man, directly entering from his throat and flying out from behind his neck, and then stabbed into the back of the person who was retreating to escape. The jade sword was extremely sharp, without leaving a single thread of blood on its body, it circled around and returned to stab into the last servant's back heart, passing through his chest.

  "My son..." Qian Datong stood in the courtyard, watching as his son was killed and silenced.

  Qian Yiqun had already heard his father's footsteps, not surprised at all, put away the jade sword in his hand, turned around and knelt down towards his father.

  Since his rebirth, he had never knelt down to greet his parents like other children did. The elderly couple doted on their son and had never made a fuss about it before. Now that he had stirred up this huge trouble, he didn't feel any unease about taking lives, only guilt towards the parents of this life.

  "Father," Qian Yiqun called out in a low voice, "the son has brought trouble to the family, please take your mother and Xiao Xiao to the countryside to avoid disaster, I will stay here and give my life to them." After all, it's three lives for the sake of the country, there's no way to make amends. It's better to let the family hide, and he can run as far as he can, maybe he can even join Li Zicheng and become a founding merit subject of the new dynasty.

  "My son..." Qian Datong said bitterly, and then let out a sigh.

  Just as Qian Yiqun was about to say "Parents, let's go quickly", Qian Datong's slightly hunched back suddenly straightened up, and with a loud voice, he said: "I'm still in charge of this family! Why should we flee with our lives for the sake of three people? Come, release Wei Laogou."

  Lai Shun is indeed the old turtle. This elderly family member, who has lived through many years of fate, heard Master's words and his turbid eyes suddenly emitted a sharp light that he hadn't had in a long time.

  Qian Yiqun was stunned this time, watching Qian Lai Shun rush to the barn with a spry step, he simply couldn't believe that this was still the same old and frail family servant he knew.

  "Jade," Qian Datong pointed and said, "Go to the warehouse to find some kerosene and burn those three corpses."

  "Right at the gate?" Qian Yiqun exclaimed in surprise.

  "Right!" Qian Datong said resolutely, gazing at the bloody corpse in front of the door, "Burn it cleanly and openly!"

  After finishing speaking, Qian Datong slowly turned his head and looked straight at his son, saying with a serious tone: "My son, the affairs in the government office can harm your reputation, so it's better to do less. If you really have no choice but to take action, then you must be decisive and leave no future troubles. You're doing well, my son."

  Qian Yiqun first understood his uncle's "killing intent". His father, dressed in a Yan-style robe, looked benevolent and kind-hearted, with a body full of auspicious symbols, like a retired old official. However, the words that came out of his mouth were sharp and piercing, like a cold wind or a chilly blade sweeping across his heart.

  The Qian family was originally not big, and in a short while, a hunched figure appeared before the eyes of Qian Da Tong and his son.

  The old dog dragged its feet, slowly walking to Qian Datong's face, and stared at him for a moment. His peripheral vision had already seen the three-foot jade sword floating in mid-air. He didn't say a word, looking towards the door, thick black smoke mixed with waves of corpse stench rushed towards his face.

  In an instant, Wei Lao Gou understood.

  "Kill White Goose..." Three words squeezed out of a throat that had gone dry from a sleepless night, unable to express the inexpressible melancholy.

  The so-called "beheading of the white goose" is actually using others to replace the death row inmate who should have been executed. These substitutes, also known as "white geese", come in all shapes and sizes, including born fools, people with questionable identities from other places, and innocent people drugged... In short, one knife cut solves everything.

  Qian Datong released Wei Laogou, just to let Wei Laogou be this "white goose".

  Qian Yiqun only then realized that his father's words "clean and neat, no aftereffects" were not simply praising himself, but also encouraging himself to continue making progress, and to kill the white goose in front of him. At that time, as long as he pushed the blame onto Wei Laogou, this "demon", he would not only not be the murderer, but also a narrow-minded superior person!

  "Good, good, good!" Wei Lao Gou croaked out three "good"s in a hoarse voice, his eyes reddening as he stared at Qian Yiqun.

  He suddenly raised his head and exclaimed in a mournful voice: "I deserved it! I deserved this retribution! But why did my daughter deserve to die unjustly?!"

  Qian Yiqun's fingers lightly jumped, and the jade sword actually emitted a slight tremble, as if it was about to shake open the finger technique.

  "Master Qian, I'd rather be a white goose if it's of no concern to you!" Wei Lao's neck muscles bulged as he spoke to Qian Yigun, "As long as you avenge my daughter! Kill that beast from the Zhang family with your own hands! Even in death, I'll remember your kindness!" His words were spoken in a hoarse voice, more like a threat than an entreaty.

  Qian Yiqun's heart was like a bowl of chaotic Laba congee, with five flavors mixed together.

  Upon careful consideration, the root cause of the entire incident was actually the murder of Wei's daughter. However, the wealthy and powerful family used their influence to cover up the case. What could a lowly and powerless old man like Wei do? Could he avenge his daughter? Could he seek justice and redress his grievances?

  Even after he had obtained the ability of stealth, he was unable to counterattack that "beast", and could only find his wife to avenge.

  This is not just physical weakness, but also psychological incompetence!

  He is Wei Lao Gou, an old dog whose teeth are all loose!

  "No, you can't kill him..." The voice of the immortal in the book was as gentle as a wandering thread, echoing in Qian Yiqun's ear.