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nChapter 27, Use Your Blood to Pay For It!

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nThe blood in the bandit leader’s body was quickly drained. In the end, he was exhausted and no longer move.

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nWhen 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.

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nRun!

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nOnly by running can one survive!

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nHowever, most of the people in the field were injured, and it was difficult for them to move.

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nAfter the previous battle, the square was filled with the corpses of the bandits. Their greasy internal organs and fresh blood covered the entire ground.

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nIt was as if they had fallen into a swamp, and they could not run far.

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nHe Chuan’s knife slashed down!

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nThe few remaining bandits were suddenly reduced by more than ten.

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nHe 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.

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nEvery step would trigger a wail filled with pain.

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nThe remaining people could not help but despair when they saw this scene.

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nNo matter how tough the bandits were, they were just ordinary people who had some training. Compared to real martial artists, they were far worse.

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nFacing He Chuan’s pursuit, they had no hope of escaping.

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nIn just a few minutes.

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nHe Chuan caught up with them one by one and killed them all.

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nOnly 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.

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nSigh!

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nMiserable!

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nHe Chuan couldn’t bear to look at them.

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nWhen he got closer, he found that the wrists of the men who had been hung up had been cut open.

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nUnder the strangulation, blood dripped bit by bit.

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nNow, their skin and lips were a little pale. They had already lost too much blood and were in a state of shock.

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nThe wound was behind the rope, and there was no way to bandage it and stop the bleeding.

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nIf the rope was untied, they would definitely die in this situation where there was no way to transfuse blood immediately!

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nHe Chuan kept deducing in his mind, trying to find a way to save them.

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nUnfortunately.

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nThere was nothing he could do.

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nThe standard of medical treatment in this era was too low. Even though he had countless methods and theoretical solutions in his mind.

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nHowever, in this place where there was no medical treatment, he, who was called the divine doctor, could only watch helplessly.

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nHe Chuan sighed softly and walked in front of them.

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nHe had something in his heart, but he did not know how to say it.

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nHowever, one of them suddenly raised his head slowly and looked at him with an extremely weak gaze.

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n“It’s… the divine doctor…”

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nHe Chuan nodded slightly. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “I can’t save you.”

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n“Divine doctor… you’ve done enough… don’t blame yourself…”

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nHis 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.

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n“I… only have… one wish… Please…”

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nHalfway 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.

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nHe felt an endless longing in his heart, and tears burst out of his eyes.

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nHe did not want to die. He wanted to spend his life with his wife.

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nHe wanted to watch his children grow up.

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nHe wanted to fish and farm in a secluded place. He wanted to enjoy his old age and enjoy his family.

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nHowever, things didn’t go as planned.

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nThis disaster took away all the good things.

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nIn the end, he fell asleep slowly with mixed feelings.

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nHe Chuan knew that he couldn’t save them anymore.

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nThe other people were in the same condition.

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nAlthough they still had their breath and pulse, it was no different from death.

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n“Sigh.”

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nHe Chuan shook his head. He had to think of a way to save the others.

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nThe few young women on the ground had already sunk into a state of autism.

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nThere was no response to the outside world’s stimulation.

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nHe 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.

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nFinally, only Xiao Hua and her father were left.

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nXiao Hua was already dead.

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nShe had been brutally treated by god knows how many bandits when she was alive. They raped and killed her.

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nHer 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.

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nXiao Hua did not react at all.

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nHer father, who was lying on top of her, did not react either.

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nOnly then did He Chuan realize.

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nXiao Hua’s father’s tendons had been broken by the bandits, and his limbs were unable to move.

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nHe was still in a state of humiliating Xiao Hua.

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nHe 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.

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n“Uncle Hua…” He Chuan called out softly.

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nXiao Hua’s father did not react. It was as if he had become a doll that could not move, just like those women.

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nHe Chuan could not bear it and was about to pick him up when he suddenly heard him say something.

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n“Kill me.”

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n“What? Uncle Hua, what did you say?” He Chuan did not hear clearly and asked again.

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n“Kill me.”

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nThis time, He Chuan heard it clearly and his hands stopped moving.

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nAfter a long silence, he finally said, “I have already avenged Xiao Hua. Uncle Hua, live well in the future. Let’s just…”

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n“Kill me!!”

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nUncle Hua suddenly roared. His body involuntarily trembled. He tried his best to turn his body and looked at He Chuan with bloodshot eyes.

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nIn his eyes.

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nIt was filled with a thirst for death.

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nHe Chuan did not speak. He stood up and slowly picked up the sword on the ground.

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nHe 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.

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n“Thank you…”

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nUncle Hua watched as the short knife fell. He let out a bitter laugh and closed his eyes.

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nHe was free…

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nHe Chuan looked up at the sky and the anger in his heart kept rising.

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nThe leader of the bandits was dead, but this matter was not over yet!

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nZhang Muzhi, just you wait!

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nThe debt of hundreds of lives in Grass Temple Village, you will use your blood to pay for it!

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nThe next day.

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nHe Chuan found that the women who had been humiliated had committed suicide one after another.

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nSome had jumped into a well, some had hanged themselves, and some had taken poison.

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nThey had left very decisively, not giving him a chance to treat them.

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nHe 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.

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nHe left them some silver money, which they could use to change their place of living.

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nThe few people kowtowed and expressed their gratitude.

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nHe Chuan himself left the place.

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nHe bought a pure black cloak and walked towards the county.

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