Chapter 102: Narrowly Escaping a Beating (Part 2)

  Xiao Ziyang's forward-stepping foot suddenly drew back, retreating half a step. The club that was swung down brushed against his cheek and landed in empty space. The person swinging the club, having used up all their strength, stumbled out from behind the corner.

  Xiao Ziyang's foot flashed out like lightning, and with a loud "thud", it struck the man's chest and abdomen. The man who was wielding the club flew up into the air, clearing Zhou Ji's head, and landed three zhang away in an alley, where he lay motionless.

  Xiao Ziyang took two steps forward, sneering as he swept his gaze over the three people's faces, which were shocked to the extreme.

  Another person hiding behind the corner was that middle-aged man with a face full of mud, who also held a wooden stick in his hand, at a loss and unsure what to do.

  When Xiao Ziyang's ferocious face turned towards him, he let out a loud cry, threw away the wooden stick, and turned to run, but due to excessive fright, his two feet tangled together as he turned around, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

  Xiao Ziyang's figure flashed, and he arrived beside the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground. He lifted his leg and kicked him in the back, causing a series of crisp cracking sounds. Fresh blood spurted out of the middle-aged man's mouth, and his hands and feet twitched a few times before going limp on the ground.

  Zhou Ji saw this scene, his legs softened and he knelt to the ground, his originally quick-witted mouth was now unable to utter a single word.

  Only that young man was still calm, staring at Xiao Ziyang with a mixture of despair and ferocity in his eyes.

  The young man's hand was slightly lowered, hidden behind his thigh, and Xiao Ziyang knew that in that hand he held a short knife that he had pulled out of the oily-faced middle-aged man's pocket when he pounced on him.

  Xiao Ziyang smiled coldly, "Looking at how skilled you all are, I'm afraid you've killed quite a few people?"

  The young man said sternly: "If you want to kill, then kill, why so much nonsense."

  Xiao Ziyang stopped, not because his hand was soft, but he suddenly thought that if he killed these four people and left them here, it would soon alarm the authorities, and it would be hard to avoid a big commotion.

  He can't help but change his appearance; it's a lot of trouble.

  Xiao Ziyang thought that since these few people were not killing for the first time, they would naturally have a way to deal with the corpse. He planned to intimidate the two of them into getting rid of the body, and then see what the situation was like, whether or not he also needed to get rid of the two of them.

  But looking at this young man's temperament being so eccentric, he must not be an easy person to compromise with.

  Killing and abandoning a corpse was troublesome for Xiao Ziyang, but it was just that - troublesome. Upon hearing this, Xiao Ziyang's expression turned stern, ready to take action and kill someone.

  Zhou Ji saw that Xiao Ziyang did not immediately make another ruthless move, and his heart slightly relaxed. Then he saw the young man who didn't know any better provoke this evil star again, and his heart tightened once more.

  Seeing Xiao Ziyang about to take action and kill someone, his soul flying and scattered, he suddenly found the courage to open his mouth and loudly beg for mercy. "Master Dao spare my life! Clock Hui and I were both forced, we were both going to be killed by Li Lao Da and Gui Lian Huang because of our disagreement over killing people! Clock Hui quickly beg Master Dao, I don't want to die..." After finishing speaking, he actually burst into loud wailing.

  That young man Zhong met his companions like this, and a wolf-like eye actually flashed with a hint of hesitation.

  Xiao Ziyang sneered, "With hundreds of lives in my hands, you don't think I've gone soft, do you? Ha! Not to mention that I won't give you an opportunity. Now, obediently listen to my orders and I'll let you all breathe for a little while longer."

  "Looking at how skilled you are, I'm afraid you've slaughtered many fat sheep. You dare to kill people in the city, and it's clear that you have a way of dealing with corpses. Now, I'll give you two choices: either become a corpse yourself or let me, Daoist Master, deal with these two dead dogs." Xiao Ziyang pointed at the corpses on the ground and shouted.

  Zhong Hui let out a wolf-like howl from his throat, raised the sharp knife in his hand and pounced on Xiao Ziyang; Xiao Ziyang chuckled and suddenly pushed his palm outward in mid-air, but it didn't touch Zhong Hui, who felt a great force hitting his chest and involuntarily flew backward.

  Zhong's eyes, which had been filled with a fierce and sinister glare as he sat on the ground in the corner of the wall, finally lost their intensity, leaving behind only a deep despair. His mouth muttered incredulously: "Piliquan...!"

  "You insignificant things, dare to defy me? Hmph! Your kind will end up as corpses on the streets, not even worth collecting. You'll be left to rot in the wilderness, and probably become food for wild dogs. Now, I'm giving you a chance to dig your own graves. Ha! And yet, you still don't know how to appreciate it. My patience is limited, I'll count to three. If you don't obey, humph!"

  "I'm willing to collect the corpse, I'm willing to collect the corpse... Xiao's house is just ahead, move the corpse into Xiao's house and no one will know." Zhou Ji said as he struggled to crawl beside the middle-aged man's muddy corpse, trying his best to move the body, but at this time his hands and feet were all soft and weak.

  Zhong saw this, as if he couldn't bear to see his companion in such a state, and walked over with a stern face, picked up the middle-aged man's body and dragged it forward; Zhou Ji struggled to get up and followed behind him.

  Xiao Ziyang smiled coldly and went over to grab the corpse of Li Lao Da, who had been the first to attack him, holding it in his hand as he followed behind the two.

  Zhou Ji secretly turned his head and took a look, only to see Xiao Ziyang holding the waistband and lifting Li Laodao's corpse. Looking at his relaxed posture, it seemed as if he was only holding a waistband in his hand; with his movement, the corpse even swayed slightly back and forth along with his arm.

  Seeing this scene, Zhou Ji felt his legs go weak and he fell to the ground again, then scrambled up in a hurry.

  Zhou Ji's home was indeed not far away, only forty or fifty steps from the intersection, and a turn around the corner brought us there.

  Zhou Jiben wanted to walk a little further ahead, but he didn't dare to, so he slowly opened the door.

  As soon as they entered Zhou Ji's house, Xiao Ziyang casually threw the corpse in his hand and ignored Zhou Ji, who was glancing at him with the corner of his eye, his legs trembling, and Zhong Hui, who was staring at him fiercely, looking around this small courtyard.

  The yard was cluttered with debris, leaving almost no room to stand; Xiao Ziyang's divine sense swept across and knew that there were no other people in the yard.

  Xiao Ziyang pretended to walk forward casually, and when he was about three feet away from Zhong Hui, he suddenly turned his head towards Zhong Hui!

  Zhong Hui stared fiercely at Xiao Ziyang, but in his heart he was thinking of how to escape, yet in the face of this powerful person's overwhelming strength, he had no way out.

  As his anxiety grew thicker, the Taoist suddenly turned his head to look at him, and a faint blue light shot out of his eyes. This light was like magic, making his mind dazed, and he couldn't help but want to immerse himself in it. But instinct made him feel uneasy, wanting to struggle, yet not knowing how to struggle. Gradually, he didn't know anything anymore.