Li Qingshan felt that Oxen's words were not entirely truthful, as if he was hiding something. However, in his joy, he had no time to think too much about it. He immediately began to practice and feel the effects of the zhenqi.
As expected, after a short while, he felt the knack of it. Today, his practice of Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength was smoother and easier than it had ever been before. It was like an old machine that had been lubricated, giving him an indescribable sense of joy.
Furthermore, the speed at which he could recover his Qi was much faster. This seemed like a small matter, but when normal people fought against their enemies, they often didn't dare to attack with all their strength. Because if an attack with all their strength was dodged by the enemy, their body would inevitably stiffen for a moment, leaving behind a huge opening.
He didn't have to worry about this. In the time it took for others to throw one punch, he could throw three punches with all his strength. Even if they were of equal strength, they still wouldn't be his match.
Li Qingshan's heart couldn't help but be overjoyed when he finally got a "sliver" of results after more than ten days of hard work. He felt that he was one step closer to his goal.
However, when he thought of the dangers and hardships of the previous night, his expression turned cold. "But I do want to know who gave me this blessing."
Oxen said in a seemingly casual manner, "There is no door to fortune or disaster. Only people can bring it upon themselves."
However, Li Qingshan's heart lit up. These were the words he said when Witch came to ask for the pig's head. The little ghost definitely didn't come to bother him for no reason. After thinking about it carefully, he immediately had some ideas.
He was born and raised in this small mountain village, so he knew a little about some of the important things that happened in the village. In this remote little village, there weren't many things that could be considered important to begin with.
One of them was a few years ago, when a family in the village broke up due to an illness of a child.
Li Qingshan was also a child at the time, so he still recognized the child named Xiao Mao. He never expected that the child would die because of this. It was also because of this example that Li Qingshan obediently returned to his original state after drinking the talisman water. He didn't dare to reveal any of his shocking abilities, and at the same time, he extremely hated Witch.
Xiao Mao's mother's death was very strange. She died suddenly in one night, and there was no reason for it.
Li Qingshan originally thought that it was because she couldn't bear the pain of losing her son, but now it seemed that she was invaded by Yin Qi. He suddenly stood up, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "So that's how it is. I can't let her go!"
Oxen said, "Then let's go kill her!"
"It's not that simple." Li Qingshan sat cross-legged and lowered his head in deep thought.
The Witch was not someone whom patch-haired Liu could compare with. Not only did she have a lot of prestige in the village, she also had a bit of fame in the surrounding villages. There were often outsiders who came to pray to the Witch for divination.
If he killed her, he would have no choice but to go far away. He might even report it to the government and be put on a wanted list. Moreover, he had no evidence now, so he couldn't insist that she was the one who did it. Most importantly, since she could order the little demon around, it was still unknown if she had any other tricks up her sleeve.
Oxen didn't interrupt from the side, but he was very approving in his heart. If Li Qingshan relied on yesterday's prestige and went to fight and kill the Witch in a hot-blooded manner, then it would be a waste of his painstaking efforts.
Nothing in this world was perfect. It was hard for brave people to be rash and careless, while intelligent people were often hesitant and lacked a bit of decisiveness and courage. The four words "Sword Courage and Zither Heart" were the hardest to come by.
Li Qingshan made up his mind and went to the village.
"Oh, it's Erlang. Have you eaten? If not, come to my house. " At the entrance of the village, an old man was waving a hoe in the vegetable garden. As soon as he saw Li Qingshan, he warmly greeted him.
What happened in the Liu Family's courtyard yesterday had already spread throughout the village. The originally unknown Li Family's Erlang had now become a celebrity in the village. Regardless of age, they all had a bit more respect for this youth.
Li Qingshan responded to them one by one. He passed through more than half of the village and came to a small courtyard with a few willow trees planted in front of the door. A small old man in tattered clothes was leaning against the tree. He was drunk early in the morning and had the air of a hermit master.
Li Qingshan knew in his heart that this wasn't some hermit master, but an ordinary farmer. He was also Xiao Mao's father. His name was Li Fugui. In reality, he wasn't even forty years old, but he looked to be in his fifties or sixties. Ever since his wife and son died, he didn't do much farm work. All day long, he drank to drown his sorrows and acted like a lunatic.
Seeing Li Qingshan approach, Li Fugui said vaguely, "Come, drink, drink." The stench of alcohol hit him in the face.
Li Qingshan frowned. He grabbed Li Fugui and dragged him into the empty room. Without saying anything, he scooped up a ladle of water and poured it into his mouth first, choking Li Fugui to the point of coughing. He leaned against the door and began vomiting.
Li Qingshan looked around the thatched house. It was tattered everywhere and spider webs hung all over the window. It could really be called a house with only four walls. Li Fugui's family was also famous in the village. The land they owned was second only to Steward Liu's family. He was worthy of the name his parents gave him and his family lived a happy life.
Who would have thought that the world was fickle? An unexpected disaster would lead to such an end. Li Qingshan couldn't help but sigh. The little happiness of mortals was really too fragile. But he was determined and ambitious. He couldn't bear to see people become dispirited and degenerate, so he didn't hold back.
Li Fugui said angrily, "You … you … what are you doing?"
"Uncle Li, are you awake?"
Li Fugui saw Li Qingshan's hostile gaze and shivered. It was not like he was blind or deaf. He knew exactly what Li Qingshan had been doing in the village during the past few days. He was a true malefic. "W- what's the matter?"
"Do you know how Xiao Mao's mother died?" Li Qingshan went straight to the point.
"I don't know, I don't know anything." Li Fugui was so scared that his face turned pale. He didn't care about anything else and walked out.
Li Qingshan grabbed his skinny wrist, "Is this how you treat your wife and son?"
Li Fugui's body froze, "Erlang, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but it's trouble that you can't afford to provoke. Don't throw away your life in vain."
"I don't want to cause trouble, but trouble has already come to me. If I live like you, it's better to throw away my life in vain. You just need to tell me what happened that year."
Li Fugui was shocked, "What, trouble has already come to me?" After hesitating for a while, he let out a long sigh and began to narrate.
"After Xiao Mao's mother cursed in front of the witch's door, she went home and slept. The next day, she couldn't get up. Her body became cold and blue. That night, many strange things happened, and … and I also saw …"
"Saw what?"
"A child!"
Li Qingshan was finally sure that the murderer was the witch.
Moreover, the witch also told Li Fugui that Xiao Mao not only missed his mother, but also his father in the underworld. Li Fugui was so scared that he gave her a large amount of offerings.
Li Qingshan slapped the wall, "You've really gone too far. Have you never thought about avenging your wife and son?"
Li Fugui's face turned red from the contempt in his words. He ran into the room and took out a long package from the bottom of the big wooden box.
He opened the package and inside was a knife, a good steel knife.
Li Qingshan unsheathed the knife and a cold chill hit him in the face. It reflected on his face and his hair could be seen.
The knife's handle was about one foot long and slightly curved. It was wrapped in black silk and felt very comfortable in the hand. The knife was about two feet long and four inches wide. It was much better than the knife in Li Qingshan's hand, which was only one foot long and was a poorly made knife.
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