He Cong had once worked as a night watchman and, gazing at the sky, estimated the approximate time. If his estimation was correct, it should be The time when people just fall asleep,this is the quietest time of the night.
Determined to seek revenge and unwilling to delay, He Cong walked several miles before entering the village.
The night was dark, with few people on the road. He only saw a night watchman along the way.
Having hidden in the morgue for the past few years, the night watchman's job had long been taken over by someone else. Seeing the approaching figure in night watchman's attire, He Cong was momentarily stunned, recalling many past events. However, these memories were painful and only added to his sorrow. He decided not to dwell on them and quickened his pace toward the village chief's residence.
The night watchman Obviously know He Cong,and he knew that He Cong had been dead for several years.
Seeing He Cong, he was first stunned, then rubbed his eyes in disbelief, He thought he had seen a ghost,silently praying for the evil to dissipate.
When he opened his eyes again, He Cong's figure had indeed disappeared, shocking him. He muttered to himself about it being supernatural and, at that moment, a cold wind blew, intensifying the horror. He muttered to himself, "Seeing ghosts."
Upon reaching the village chief's residence, he found the gate firmly closed. He Cong looked up and saw that the wall surrounding the residence was eight feet high.
He Cong activated his spiritual power and concentrated it under his feet. He jumped, soaring ten feet into the air, and landed inside the village chief's residence.
After surveying the surroundings, he entered the largest building and found the village chief of He's family sleeping on his side, clutching a quilt. With each breath, he snored loudly.
"After doing so many conscienceless things, you still sleep so soundly." He Cong's expression hardened, and he reached out and slapped the village chief awake.
Startled awake, the village chief, upon seeing He Cong's face, was shocked. He instinctively tried to step back but was met with another slap from He Cong.
The force of the two slaps left the village chief's cheeks red and swollen. When he came to his senses, he was furious and was about to shout for the servants to come when He Cong punched him in the lower abdomen, causing him to choke on his words.
"Coffin boy, you're not dead!" The village chief looked at He Cong, his face full of fear.
"Village chief, you're not dead either, right? It's quite a skill to collude with the magistrate to frame me for murder. Have you ever thought this day would come?" He Cong said.
"Coffin boy, you broke into my house and attacked the village chief. I will report this to the government tomorrow, and they will send someone to take you down." The village chief threatened, knowing he was no match for He Cong. He hoped to delay the situation and report to the government the next day to have He Cong captured.
He Cong naturally guessed the village chief's thoughts but did not expose them. He simply said, "Village chief, since you want to settle the score, please follow me."
"Why should I follow you?" the village chief asked.
He Cong sneered but did not answer. He raised his fist, about to strike, and the village chief, seeing this, panicked. He quickly said, "Stop, I'll go with you. If you hit me with this punch, my old bones will likely fall apart!"
"Hehe, Then come with me,please." He Cong stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation.
The two of them left the building, with He Cong leading the way and the village chief following behind. Before long, they saw a magnificent house in the distance.
Seeing several officials lying outside the house, the village chief's eyes widened in horror. As he entered, he immediately recognized one of the corpses as the local magistrate.
Seeing that even the magistrate had died a tragic death here, his fear intensified. He took a few steps back subconsciously, looking at He Cong with vigilance.
"Coffin boy, did you kill these people?!" the village chief asked tremblingly.
He Cong shook his head and said, "You guessed wrong this time. These people were all killed by you!"
"Nonsense, I..." Before the village chief could finish, he saw soldiers approaching, led by the wife of the late magistrate.
"Coffin boy, the soldiers are here, you're finished!" The village chief rejoiced and walked towards the soldiers.
The village chief explained the situation to the woman in detail.
Upon hearing this, the woman simply nodded at He Cong and ignored the village chief.
Perplexed by the woman's reaction, the village chief continued, "Madam, the late magistrate was also killed by this coffin boy. Why don't you hurry and have the soldiers arrest him?"
The woman looked at the village chief, first Gave a meaningful smile, and then suddenly pointed at him, crying bitterly.
She said to the soldiers behind her, "This man is talking nonsense. I saw it clearly. The village chief of He's village is the one who killed my husband. You must arrest him immediately!"
As the wife of the late magistrate, her words carried some weight with the soldiers in the county office.
The soldiers, seeing the woman accuse the village chief of murder, did not investigate further and immediately arrested the village chief.
With the magistrate dead, there was no one to interrogate the case, so the village chief was temporarily imprisoned.
After several months, a new magistrate was sent by the court, and the trial began.
On the day of the trial, the village chief shouted his innocence. His family spent a lot of money, giving gifts to the new magistrate and hiring a local lawyer to appeal for him.
The new magistrate was also corrupt and easily swayed by money.
Despite the false testimony of the woman, in the end, money spoke louder than words. The village chief was acquitted due to lack of evidence.
That night, He Cong went to the magistrate's residence alone.
As soon as he entered the residence, dozens of soldiers blocked his way. With a few simple moves, He Cong easily dealt with them. Seeing He Cong's strength, the magistrate panicked and didn't know what to do. In his confusion, he heard He Cong say, "I'm here just to ask the magistrate to do me a favor."
"What favor?" The magistrate was stunned and said, "Why should I do you a favor?"
He Cong said, "Just consider the fact that your soldiers couldn't stop me. You can weigh whether your life is more important or the life of the village chief of He's village."
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Shortly after He Cong left the magistrate's residence, the magistrate announced that evidence of the village chief's murder had been found and sent soldiers to arrest him, imprisoning him in the dungeon.
After that, no matter how the village chief tried to bribe him, the new magistrate remained unmoved.
He Cong gave the magistrate two choices. Obviously, the magistrate was a wise man. He chose the right one.
He knew that the former magistrate was killed by He Cong, so he chose to listen to He Cong.
In the end, the village chief was sentenced to be executed by dismemberment, and his wife was also punished and exiled a thousand miles away, becoming a slave for life.
On the day of the execution, the village chief still cried out his innocence.
Although he was not guilty of murder, who would believe the words of a criminal?
This world is just like that. Just like He Cong back then, powerless and without influence, even if he was in the right, he still couldn't escape a beating.
He Cong stood beside the magistrate, looking at the village chief on the platform.
At this point, the executioner, wielding a curved knife, began cutting from the chest, slicing the flesh evenly each time.
After the chest muscles were completely cut, only fifty cuts were made, and the body was rotated, revealing the ribs. Inside the thin membrane was a beating heart.
The village chief's body was bound, struggling in vain, and he could only scream to vent his frustration.
At this point in the execution, the executioner brought out a new knife, aiming directly at his groin.
Seeing this, He Cong walked up to the magistrate and asked, "How many more cuts?"
The magistrate replied, "The punishment of dismemberment requires at least eight cuts. As long as there is still breath, the knife will not stop."
He Cong nodded and looked at the village head on the platform indifferently until three thousand knives fell and the village head finally stopped breathing.