I Can See Through Everything

Chapter 234

"What’s happening?"

Hearing the commotion outside, the people eating in the temple were bewildered.

"Boss, why is there a carriage here?"

They heard a voice outside.

"Isn't it obvious? There must be some fat sheep taking shelter here. We’re in luck, having just scored a big one and now another business opportunity comes knocking."

Another rough voice responded.

"Guys, we’ve got more business! Surround this broken temple and don’t let the fat sheep escape!"

"Yes!"

Amidst a chorus of replies, the rustling sound of footsteps began to circle the dilapidated temple. Clearly, people outside were surrounding the entire Mountain God Temple.

"Sure enough, the fat sheep are inside!"

With a laugh, over a dozen burly men carrying swords and exuding a strong stench of blood walked in from outside the temple.

Leading them was a man with disheveled hair and a giant scar like a centipede on his face, making him look fierce and terrifying.

The men behind him also looked vicious, like malevolent spirits, clearly not good people.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

A round-faced middle-aged disciple stood up and questioned.

"Who are we? Naturally, we are mountain bandits. As for what we want, isn't it obvious? We're here to rob you!"

The scarred man smiled. But his smile made his scar move, looking like a real centipede, which was quite horrifying.

This scary scene directly frightened the young girl, Xu Ping, who screamed lightly and hid behind her father.

Seeing Xu Ping's action, a flash of brutality appeared in the scarred man’s eyes.

"Mountain bandits, robbery?" The round-faced middle-aged man showed an amused expression. "Friend, are you mistaken about something, trying to rob us?"

"What, do you have some significant background?" The scarred man sized up Lu Qing and his group with interest.

In his perception, although some in the courtyard knew martial arts, the strongest was only at the Tendons and Bones Realm, which was not worth worrying about.

"Not really, we’re just ordinary travelers. We don't have any valuables, so if you’re going to rob us, you’ve picked the wrong target."

"Really? That's hard to say. That carriage outside is yours, right? Anyone who can afford such a carriage must be wealthy. How can you not have valuables? Besides, even if there are no valuables, isn’t there a little beauty here? If I take her back as my thirteenth concubine, that would be wonderful."

At these words, the round-faced middle-aged man’s face changed suddenly, showing anger.

Initially, he was cautious due to the bandits' numbers and the presence of archers, fearing a conflict might harm Dr. Chen and the others. But the bandit leader’s intention towards his daughter was intolerable. 𝙧ᴀƝÒᛒÈ𝒮

Just as the round-faced middle-aged man was about to erupt, Lu Qing suddenly spoke up.

"What’s that hanging from your waist?"

Everyone was stunned and looked towards the scarred man's waist.

There hung a bulging cloth bag, with dark red blood seeping from the bottom.

"You mean this?" The scarred man took the bag from his waist. "This is my trophy."

He opened the bag, revealing a bloody human head.

"Ah!"

Such a shocking sight made Xu Ping scream.

Xiao Yan also cried out softly, burying her head in Lu Qing’s arms.

The old doctor slightly furrowed his brow.

As for the others, like the round-faced middle-aged man's disciples, they were all startled.

"This head..."

Seeing the head, the round-faced middle-aged man couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

Despite the blood on the face, it was clear that it was the head of a very beautiful girl.

"Beautiful, isn’t she?" The scarred man said proudly.

"This girl was someone I fancied. But when I tried to formally marry her with betrothal gifts, she and her father, the town mayor, dared to refuse me. So, I had no choice but to slaughter the town and bring her head back. The woman I fancy, even in death, cannot escape my grasp."

He caressed the face of the girl’s head with a crazed infatuation.

This perverse behavior made Xu Ping tremble in fear. She suddenly remembered that this bandit leader also wanted her as his thirteenth concubine.

"Evil scum! How can you be so cruel!"

A disciple of the round-faced middle-aged man couldn’t bear it any longer and drew his sword, pointing it at the scarred man.

"Oh? So, you intend to resist?"

The scarred man showed no fear even when the sword was pointed at him.

The bandits behind him, equally unfazed, held their weapons and looked at the disciple mockingly.

"But think carefully. If you start a fight, my men never leave survivors."

The scarred man snapped his fingers.

Immediately, movement was heard around them. Dozens of figures appeared on the courtyard walls and the temple roof, all holding bows, arrows, and other concealed weapons aimed at Lu Qing and his group.

"Either hand over the girl or be shot to death by my men. Your choice."

The round-faced middle-aged man's expression changed again.

He cursed himself for underestimating the situation.

With things as they were, even he found it very difficult to handle.

With their abilities, breaking through would not be hard, but protecting the old doctor and the others would be nearly impossible.

Just as the round-faced middle-aged man regretted not capturing the bandit leader immediately, Lu Qing spoke again.

"No wonder the smell of blood on you is so strong. It turns out you slaughtered an entire town."

"So what?" The scarred man looked at Lu Qing strangely.

He thought this boy might be a bit dim-witted. Couldn't he see the situation at hand? How could he still be concerned about the town massacre?

But he saw that Lu Qing's expression remained calm. After nodding, Lu Qing said lightly, "Master Ma, capture him."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Before the scarred man could understand the meaning of these words, he felt a powerful aura erupt in front of him. In the next moment, a figure appeared before him.

Sensing the suffocating aura from Mago, the scarred man was terrified and tried to retreat.

But it was too late.

Two flashes of the blade and his arms were severed, falling to the ground.

In one swift move, Mago chopped off the scarred man's arms, then used the hilt of his sword to tap his chest.

Avoiding the spurting blood, he grabbed the man by the neck and returned to Lu Qing’s side, throwing him on the ground.

Mago’s action was sudden and quick.

Before the bandits could react, he had already captured the scarred man.

"Ah! My arms!"

The scarred man couldn’t endure the pain and screamed.

Only then did the bandits react.

"Boss!"

"Let go of our boss!"

"Or we’ll kill you all!"

"Shoot! Shoot now!"

The bandits started to shout frantically.

"Shut up!" Mago pressed the blade to the scarred man’s throat. "Do you want your boss to die?"

"......"

Seeing blood start to flow from their leader’s throat, the bandits immediately fell silent, not daring to shout again.

Even those on the walls and the roof lowered their weapons instinctively, afraid of accidentally hurting their boss.

The round-faced middle-aged man and his disciples were already dumbfounded.

"That’s better."

Lu Qing pressed a few acupoints on the scarred man’s body to temporarily stop the bleeding and then said, "How do you feel now?"

The scarred man, a hardened criminal, endured the pain and sneered. "I didn’t expect to be wrong. Your servant has only reached the peak of the Tendons and Bones Realm but can unleash strength comparable to the Internal Organs Realm. I was careless and fell for it!

But do you think capturing me means you can leave safely? If I give the order, my men will shoot you all down!"

"Oh, then go ahead and give the order," Lu Qing said indifferently.

"What did you say?" The scarred man was stunned.

"I said, give the order now. Tell your men to shoot us and see if they can turn us into porcupines," Lu Qing said lightly.

"You must be mad!"

The scarred man looked at Lu Qing in disbelief.

He could feel that Lu Qing wasn’t bluffing; he really didn’t care if the order was given.

This left the scarred man in a dilemma.

If he gave the order, he would surely die. He was ruthless but not to the point of disregarding his own life.

"It seems you’re still afraid."

Lu Qing saw the scarred man’s hesitation and chuckled. "Scum like you always act high and mighty when harming others. But when faced with death, you’re more cowardly than mice. Pathetic."

Hearing these insulting words, the scarred man’s face twisted with rage. But in his current situation, he dared not retaliate.

"What do you want to release me?"

He asked coldly, still hoping that the presence of children, elders, and weaker individuals in the courtyard might give him a chance.

To his surprise, Lu Qing sighed.

"Forget it, since you won’t give the order, I’ll help you."

"Wait!"

The scarred man felt a chill in his heart and shouted anxiously.

But it was useless.

Lu Qing gently tapped his forehead, and the scarred man tremn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

bled. His pupils began to dilate, and his breath gradually ceased.

"Boss!"

Seeing their leader lifeless, the bandits were shocked.

No one expected Lu Qing to kill the bandit leader at this moment.

Even the round-faced middle-aged man and his disciples were stunned.

"Shoot! Shoot now! Kill them all!"

Finally, a bandit leader reacted and shouted frantically.

The bandits on the walls and roof also came to their senses, drawing their bows to shoot at Lu Qing and his group.

"Not good!"

The round-faced middle-aged man was alarmed and leaped forward to strike first.

But before he could act, a series of thuds were heard. The bandits on the walls and roof screamed and fell like dumplings.

"Master Ma, Zian, kill them all. Leave no one alive."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Mago and Wei Zian, eager for action, charged at the remaining dozen bandits in the courtyard.

"Take this!"

Mago, stronger than Wei Zian, first faced the bandit leader with the strongest aura, wielding a long blade. He struck down with his sword.

The bandit, having seen his leader fall in one move, was terrified. In panic, he raised his sword to block.

But Mago’s weapon, forged by Lu Qing, was a thousand-folded treasured blade, while the bandit’s weapon was at most a few dozen-folded. It was like cutting tofu; Mago cleaved both the bandit and his sword in half with one strike.

Boom! Boom!

After finishing off one bandit, Wei Zian’s staff arrived.

He struck two bandits in the chest, sending them flying into the wall. Their chests caved in, and they lay on the ground, dead.

Having dealt with two bandits, Wei Zian continued his assault, sweeping his staff through the remaining bandits.

"Dear disciple, save some for your master!"

Seeing his disciple’s rampage, Mago rushed in, fearing he wouldn’t get a share of the action.

On the other side, witnessing the massacre, the round-faced middle-aged man and his disciples were left speechless, watching in stunned silence.

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