After the passionate encounter between the two, the county magistrate caressed the woman, who giggled and placed his hand on her chest.
After just a moment, the magistrate's lust was aroused again, and he moved forward, eager for another round.
The woman giggled, moved her body slightly, and sealed the magistrate's lips with hers.
The magistrate embraced the woman tightly, about to exert force, when suddenly, with a loud bang, the door shattered, and a young man stepped into the room.
Upon seeing the shameful scene on the bed, He Cong couldn't help but breathe heavily, his cheeks flushing red. Despite this, his eyes remained cold, clearly harboring murderous intent.
The magistrate, just getting into the mood, was unexpectedly interrupted. His expression flashed with a hint of fierceness as he turned to see who had entered. He was already planning to punish severely whoever had dared to intrude.
As he turned to look, his expression froze for a moment, and he involuntarily stood still. In that moment of distraction, even his lower body wilted.
After regaining his senses, he put on his clothes and stared at He Cong for a moment before asking, "Coffin boy, are you a human or a ghost?"
He Cong replied, "What does it matter if I am human or ghost?"
The magistrate stared at He Cong, and by the candlelight, he saw the shadow of He Cong flickering. He had his answer in his heart, and his fear disappeared. With a cold expression, he said, "Coffin boy, spare my entertainment. Whether you are human or ghost, I will hold you accountable!"
He Cong chuckled angrily, "You really are a typical official. You conspired with the village chief to harm me, and you are engaging in such despicable acts at my mother's grave. Yet you still want to hold me accountable, how ridiculous!"
As he spoke, He Cong stepped forward, reaching out a hand to grab the magistrate's neck.
The magistrate didn't expect He Cong to attack again. He tried to dodge, but He Cong's cultivation made his movements incredibly fast. Before the magistrate could react, he was already captured.
The magistrate's face turned pale, his throat was being squeezed, and he struggled with all his might. Meanwhile, the woman, who had been terrified, instinctively grabbed the bedding to cover herself, curling up in the corner, too scared to speak.
The magistrate gradually became fearful. He regretted not bringing a few soldiers with him when he was with his lover, which led to He Cong seeking revenge. In his desperation, he had to beg, saying, "I am an official appointed by the court. Killing a court official is a crime punishable by death for nine generations. If something happens to me, you will not escape death either! If you let me go, I won't pursue this matter any further. How about it?"
"Hehe, are you trying to threaten me?" He Cong sneered.
"Coffin boy, let go of my husband!"
Just as He Cong was about to exert force to strangle the magistrate, a sharp female voice came from outside the room. He Cong turned to look, and saw a woman entering, her body full of fat and her face waxen yellow.
Behind this woman stood a dozen soldiers, all wearing heavy armor and holding long spears, exuding a strong aura of killing intent.
"Wife! Save me!" The magistrate's eyes lit up when he saw the comer.
The woman's eyes flickered, and when she saw a woman on the bed, her face filled with sorrow. She was so angry that her voice trembled, " can you explain to me! For the past few days, I have been waiting alone at home, while you have been enjoying yourself here. If I hadn't intended to catch you in the act and found this place, how long would you have kept deceiving me?"
"Madam, I was wrong! From now on, I'll listen to you! Please save me!" The magistrate looked at the ten or so officials and shouted, "Why are you not taking down this criminal!"
He Cong heard the woman's words and looked at her, asking, "So He cheated, and you want to save him?"
The woman remained silent, her expression fluctuating. It was evident that she was utterly disappointed with the magistrate. However, the ten or so officials behind her were directly under the magistrate's command. Upon hearing the magistrate's order, they paid no attention to the woman's feelings and moved to capture He Cong.
In the past, these ten or so officials would have been too much for He Cong. However, now He Cong casually picked up a wine jug from the table, splashing the wine on the officials. Then, with a quick movement of his hand, a lightning of electricity shot out from his fingertip and into the wine.
In less than a moment, the officials froze in place and fell to the ground.
The magistrate, witnessing He Cong's skills, widened his eyes in disbelief.
The woman, however, reacted first. She took a deep breath, and her tone became much more polite after seeing He Cong's abilities. She clasped her hands and said, "I've heard that there are immortals in this world. With your abilities, may I ask if you are an immortal? I don't know why my husband offended the immortal, but please spare him, Immortal!"
He Cong did not answer but instead exerted force in his hand, strangling the magistrate.
"I'll kill your husband. If you don't agree, I'll kill you too." He Cong said to the woman.
He dared to say such words because of his strength level, which gave him confidence.
The woman understood He Cong's intention. His willingness to say such words meant that he was not afraid of the officials. With such confidence and ability, he must be an immortal.
She thought for a moment, her decision made. She forced a smile on her face and replied, "It's my husband's fault. He has cheated on me many times, and we have long lost our feelings for each other. Immortal, please rest assured. I haven't been anywhere today and haven't seen anything."
"Hehe, madam, you're quite clean in your denials. but, I'll only believe thirty percent of what you say." He Cong said.
"How can I make the Immortal believe me?" the woman asked.
He Cong smiled and said, "It's simple. I want you to do something for me."
"What is it? If I can do it, I won't refuse." the woman said.
He Cong approached her and whispered something in her ear.
Hearing this, the woman nodded and said, "It's easy to do."
"Then please go back and prepare." He Cong smiled.
The woman clasped her hands towards He Cong, turned, and walked down the mountain. Despite her bulky figure, she moved quite quickly, taking three steps in two. Soon, she disappeared into the night.
On the large bed in the room, the naked woman seemed to be shocked and had a vacant look in her eyes. She didn't react at all, just lying limply on the bed.
Seeing He Cong looking over, a look of despair appeared on her face, and she pleaded, "Don't kill me, please! I'm willing to serve you! I can give you anything you want!"
As she spoke, the woman pushed aside the bedding in front of her, exposing her body, which looked very tempting.
This remark touched He Cong. He was still young and full of vitality, and he had never been in contact with a woman before. Moreover, looking at the woman's figure, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat.
However, He Cong did not forget the purpose of his visit. He took a deep breath, activated the technique, and circulated the energy in his body. This suppressed the heat. As the technique operated, the heat dissipated, and his mind became clear. When he came to his senses, his expression was slightly cold.
"No, I find it dirty. Do you know that this is my mother's grave? How can I let you go after you and the magistrate engaged in such shameful acts at my mother's grave?" He Cong said, his tone firm.
With a flick of his finger, a spark of electricity shot out and landed on the woman.
After finishing all this, He Cong looked at the bodies of the two.
He found that since he had practiced the technique, his emotions seemed to have become much more indifferent. He didn't know if it was because he was no longer afraid of the officials or if it was due to the influence of the technique. After killing two people, he felt no emotional turmoil.
In the past, killing someone would have left him in turmoil and discomfort.
He bowed to the where the tombstone once stood.
"Back then, it was the village chief of the He family who sent someone to dig the grave. Mother, rest assured, I won't let him off lightly!"