Witch pointed her finger and a mass of black fog rushed over. Within the fog, one could faintly make out many sinister and pained faces.
This was the Witch's trump card. It was called 'Ghost Mist', and it gathered dense Yin energy and resentment. She usually hid it in an urn of ashes and buried it in the ground to absorb Yin energy. She would only use it at crucial moments. Moreover, this ghost fog had no intelligence, only resentment. It was extremely difficult to control and could backfire at any moment.
Today, seeing Li Qingshan's ferocious attack, she had hurriedly activated it. However, the power of this ghost fog was also extraordinary. Ordinary beings would immediately fall unconscious after being enveloped by this ghost fog. Most sinister of all was that this ghost fog was like ghosts that existed between reality and illusion. Ordinary people couldn't see it at all.
If not for the fact that Li Qingshan had already opened his eyes, he would have fallen for it. The effects of these days of bitter cultivation began to show. His body tilted to the side, avoiding the ghost fog and charging straight at Witch.
Witch hadn't expected Li Qingshan to be able to see the ghost fog. She immediately panicked and quickly shook a copper bell. "Little Ann, Little Ann! Come out for grandma and kill him! "
The child called "Little Ann" was squatting in the corner, his face full of pain. However, he was holding his head motionlessly.
In a flash, Li Qingshan used "Demon Ox Stomps the Ground". His foot heavily stomped on the ground, leaving behind a deep footprint. He flew up and slashed down with his saber.
There was a flash of cold light and a splatter of blood. Witch's hand that was as thin as a chicken's claw was chopped off along with her wrist by Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan didn't have time to examine the results of his saber strike before he felt Yin Qi attack him from behind. The ghost fog smelled the scent of a living person and was like a beast that had smelled blood. Driven by resentment, it pounced forward.
Li Qingshan didn't dare to stop and rushed forward. However, he felt that the ghost fog didn't chase after him. Instead, he heard a mournful scream behind him. Turning around, he saw that the ghost fog had enveloped Witch and the ghost faces were biting and gnawing at her body.
Even Li Qingshan hadn't expected this turn of events.
It turned out that Witch had lost control of the ghost fog under the intense pain and immediately suffered a backlash.
Every injustice had its perpetrator, and every debt had its debtor.
In the end, the witch, the instigator of all this, reaped what she sowed. Her entire body twisted as her flesh withered at a visible rate.
Li Qingshan was delighted as he watched on. He laughed aloud.
Originally, there was a trace of pity and sympathy in his heart, but he suppressed it forcefully because he felt that it was shameful. In the face of the innocent and suffering children, he was willing to sing a long song and shed a tear. Towards such a person who was worse than a beast, he had to erase all of his sympathy and laugh heartily towards the sky.
The outer wall of the house was originally filled with people looking into the house. When the villagers became curious, the three ruffians couldn't stop them at all. They could only let them do as they pleased and occupied the best viewing seats at the front door.
Seeing Li Qingshan step through the door, he flew up and chopped off Witch's hand. Then, Witch fell to the ground and howled in pain. As she howled in pain, Li Qingshan's laughter was like that of a madman, frightening everyone.
Many people were so frightened that they fell off the wall. The three ruffians also fell to the ground with weak legs. Thinking back to how they had mocked and cursed him in the past, they felt incomparable regret. Such a person wasn't someone they could afford to provoke.
Li Qingshan saw the ghost fog gradually dissipate. Once the resentment within was released, it stopped. Witch was lying on the ground, on her last breath. She hadn't died yet, but it was clear that she wasn't far from death. He guessed that she must have cultivated some kind of cultivation method to be able to hold on.
Witch stretched out her remaining chicken claw towards the child in the corner. She seemed to be pleading and resentful as she called out, "Little Ann, Little Ann!"
Little Ann looked at her in a daze and fear. Li Qingshan said, "I'll send you on your way!" The thick steel knife in his hand stabbed downwards.
Steward Liu and Village Chief Li rushed over when they heard the news. They didn't even have the time to shout something like "spare her life" before Witch died. They looked at each other and broke out in a cold sweat. They remembered that Witch had said arrogantly a few days ago that Li Qingshan didn't have long to live. Today, she had lost her life.
They were even more thankful that they didn't force Li Qingshan that day. Otherwise, who knew what the result would be.
This was Li Qingshan's second time killing someone. Compared to the first time when he was panicking in the dark, this time in broad daylight, he was very calm. He had improved so much that even he was a little surprised. He thought to himself, "Could it be that the Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength has aroused the demonic nature in my heart? Or is this my true nature?"
In the modern society of his previous life, many people couldn't express their true nature. They could only go with the flow and live according to the times. Not to mention adults in their thirties or forties, even youths had lost their passion and ambition. He was just one of the many people, no different from a normal person.
But after going through the cycle of life and death, it actually aroused the heroic spirit in his chest. He didn't want to live a mediocre life anymore. But he was suppressed by the hard life in this small mountain village for fifteen years. Finally, he had this opportunity. Once his heroic spirit was released, he really was like a crazy demon and refused to restrain himself.
Li Qingshan stopped smiling and turned his head to say, "Don't panic, you two. This old woman asked for it. She deserves it. I still need you to uphold justice."
You broke into a house and killed someone in broad daylight, and you still want us to uphold justice? These words only swirled in the hearts of the two. Naturally, no one dared to say it out loud.
Suddenly, one day, he rushed out of the crowd and came in front of Li Qingshan. He kowtowed three times and raised his head, "I killed her. It has nothing to do with Erlang! This old witch destroyed my family. Xiao Mao, father has avenged you! " After he finished speaking, he cried and laughed. It was Li Fugui. This big stone that had been pressing on his chest for many years was suddenly lifted. He felt that even if he died, he could die in peace.
No one in the village knew what happened to Li Fugui. They couldn't help but be silent.
Only Steward Liu showed an embarrassed and fearful expression. It was because Li Fugui encountered this accident that he used alcohol to drown his sorrows and sold his family's fertile farmland. That was how he was able to achieve the illustrious name of "Half-village Liu". If Li Qingshan suspected him of colluding with the witch, then wouldn't it be terrible?
Li Qingshan said, "I will take responsibility for my own actions. I don't need you to take the blame. Please come with me!" He called the three ruffians and a few prestigious elders in the village to come to the witch's backyard.
Li Qingshan turned his head and nodded to the eaves. The others followed his gaze, but there was nothing. Little Ann was hiding in the shadows, pointing to an empty space.
Under Li Qingshan's order, the three ruffians began to dig the ground. Under Li Qingshan's gaze, they did their best and didn't dare to be lazy. In a short while, they had dug a big hole and dug out a skeleton.
Li Qingshan went down to collect the skeleton. He looked back at the eaves and ordered, "Continue to dig!" This wasn't Little Ann's skeleton.
Under Little Ann's guidance, Li Qingshan had the people dig in a few more places. A few more skeletons were dug out. The surrounding people were shocked. How could there be so many skeletons buried in the witch's backyard? And every one of them seemed to be the skeleton of a child.
Li Qingshan was also shocked. His expression became more and more serious. He knew that these were the victims of the witch's witchcraft. The ghost fog full of resentment he saw must have come from this place. He only hated that the old hag had died so quickly.
At this time, there was a "ding" sound as if they had touched something. They carefully opened it and found a tightly sealed porcelain jar.
Without waiting for Li Qingshan to stop them, the three ruffians rushed to open the jar. A small cloud of black gas rushed out. As if afraid of sunlight, it went straight into the mouth and nose of one of the ruffians.
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