Chapter 27 - 27, Use Your Blood to Pay For It!
Chapter 27: Chapter 27, Use Your Blood to Pay For It!
Chapter 27, Use Your Blood to Pay For It!
The blood in the bandit leader's body was quickly drained. In the end, he was exhausted and no longer move.
When the bandits at the side saw this scene, they were all stunned at first. Then, they looked at He Chuan, who was full of killing intent, and instantly lost the thought of taking revenge.
Run!
Only by running can one survive!
However, most of the people in the field were injured, and it was difficult for them to move.
After the previous battle, the square was filled with the corpses of the bandits. Their greasy internal organs and fresh blood covered the entire ground.
It was as if they had fallen into a swamp, and they could not run far.
He Chuan's knife slashed down!
The few remaining bandits were suddenly reduced by more than ten.
He stepped on mountains of corpses and seas of blood as if he was walking on flat ground. Every step he took landed on the half-dead bandits who had been cut in half.
Every step would trigger a wail filled with pain.
The remaining people could not help but despair when they saw this scene.
No matter how tough the bandits were, they were just ordinary people who had some training. Compared to real martial artists, they were far worse.
Facing He Chuan's pursuit, they had no hope of escaping.
In just a few minutes.
He Chuan caught up with them one by one and killed them all.
Only after dealing with these people did He Chuan have time to turn back and check on the situation of the villagers who had been humiliated.
Sigh!
Miserable!
He Chuan couldn't bear to look at them.
When he got closer, he found that the wrists of the men who had been hung up had been cut open.
Under the strangulation, blood dripped bit by bit.
Now, their skin and lips were a little pale. They had already lost too much blood and were in a state of shock.
The wound was behind the rope, and there was no way to bandage it and stop the bleeding.
If the rope was untied, they would definitely die in this situation where there was no way to transfuse blood immediately!
He Chuan kept deducing in his mind, trying to find a way to save them.
Unfortunately.
There was nothing he could do.
The standard of medical treatment in this era was too low. Even though he had countless methods and theoretical solutions in his mind.
However, in this place where there was no medical treatment, he, who was called the divine doctor, could only watch helplessly.
He Chuan sighed softly and walked in front of them.
He had something in his heart, but he did not know how to say it.
However, one of them suddenly raised his head slowly and looked at him with an extremely weak gaze.
"It's... the divine doctor..."
He Chuan nodded slightly. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I can't save you."
"Divine doctor... you've done enough... don't blame yourself..."
His sentence was divided into several parts. Each time, he had to rest for a long time, as if doing such an ordinary thing required all of his strength.
"I... only have... one wish... Please..."
Halfway through his second sentence, he had no strength left. He could only suppress his sleepiness and look at his wife, who was being abused by the bandits in turn, not far away.
He felt an endless longing in his heart, and tears burst out of his eyes.
He did not want to die. He wanted to spend his life with his wife.
He wanted to watch his children grow up.
He wanted to fish and farm in a secluded place. He wanted to enjoy his old age and enjoy his family.
However, things didn't go as planned.
This disaster took away all the good things.
In the end, he fell asleep slowly with mixed feelings.
He Chuan knew that he couldn't save them anymore.
The other people were in the same condition.
Although they still had their breath and pulse, it was no different from death.
"Sigh."
He Chuan shook his head. He had to think of a way to save the others.
The few young women on the ground had already sunk into a state of autism.
There was no response to the outside world's stimulation.
He Chuan had no way at the moment. He could only take out clean clothes from the nearby houses and cover them. He would use the Deduction System to think of a way later.
Finally, only Xiao Hua and her father were left.
Xiao Hua was already dead.
She had been brutally treated by god knows how many bandits when she was alive. They raped and killed her.
Her waist and buttocks were covered in blood. Milky white liquid kept flowing out from between her legs, dripping onto her ankle, which was bleeding from being strangled.
Xiao Hua did not react at all.
Her father, who was lying on top of her, did not react either.
Only then did He Chuan realize.
Xiao Hua's father's tendons had been broken by the bandits, and his limbs were unable to move.
He was still in a state of humiliating Xiao Hua.
He crawled on Xiao Hua's breasts, which had been cut open by the knife. He looked at Xiao Hua's dead face and burst into tears.
"Uncle Hua..." He Chuan called out softly.
Xiao Hua's father did not react. It was as if he had become a doll that could not move, just like those women.
He Chuan could not bear it and was about to pick him up when he suddenly heard him say something.
"Kill me."
"What? Uncle Hua, what did you say?" He Chuan did not hear clearly and asked again.
"Kill me."
This time, He Chuan heard it clearly and his hands stopped moving.
After a long silence, he finally said, "I have already avenged Xiao Hua. Uncle Hua, live well in the future. Let's just..."
"Kill me!!"
Uncle Hua suddenly roared. His body involuntarily trembled. He tried his best to turn his body and looked at He Chuan with bloodshot eyes.
In his eyes.
It was filled with a thirst for death.
He Chuan did not speak. He stood up and slowly picked up the sword on the ground.
He knew that Uncle Hua had made up his mind. Even if he could survive today, he would think of a way to commit suicide tomorrow.
"Thank you..."
Uncle Hua watched as the short knife fell. He let out a bitter laugh and closed his eyes.
He was free...
He Chuan looked up at the sky and the anger in his heart kept rising.
The leader of the bandits was dead, but this matter was not over yet!
Zhang Muzhi, just you wait!
The debt of hundreds of lives in Grass Temple Village, you will use your blood to pay for it!
The next day.
He Chuan found that the women who had been humiliated had committed suicide one after another.
Some had jumped into a well, some had hanged themselves, and some had taken poison.
They had left very decisively, not giving him a chance to treat them.
He Chuan buried the villagers in silence, as well as the abbot monk. He set fire to the Grass Temple Village along with the corpses of thousands of bandits and then went up the mountain to inform the few people who were left.
He left them some silver money, which they could use to change their place of living.
The few people kowtowed and expressed their gratitude.
He Chuan himself left the place.
He bought a pure black cloak and walked towards the county.