Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 99: You killed her, but you can’t kill us again

"Yes, my father was right. Dumb Girl has had her eyes on you for a long time. She hated your grandfather for intervening and always said she wanted to find a chance to kill that old man!" My cousin stood up to testify, somewhat nervously saying, "Your grandfather is the old man, that was Dumb Girl’s words, not mine!"

"Dumb Girl killed your grandfather, you’ve killed her, but you can’t kill us!" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

The He Family was originally prosperous. In the past, they all relied on the direct lineage that controlled the sacrificial lifeline. Now that the tide has turned, everyone is making plans for themselves, and they understandably don’t want to be implicated by Dumb Girl’s evil deeds.

When the wall is down, everyone pushes; the He Family fell into chaos internally. With many people and a lot of gossip, they started revealing the misdeeds of the direct lineage to redirect the villagers’ anger and to clear their own names.

"Did you do it?" Bai Yunqi, wanting to join the commotion, glared with eyes emitting a terrifying pressure.

Dumb Girl was so scared that her legs went weak, collapsing onto the ground wailing, "Yes! It was me! I didn’t intend to kill him! That night I couldn’t run anymore and thought I would be caught by the Rat Spirit. It was Old Man Wan who dragged me to hide!

I thought he was being so nice to me because he wanted Wan Mingchuan to become the son-in-law, to enjoy life as the next village chief. But he still wouldn’t relent, I got angry and wanted to teach him a lesson, I didn’t expect the Rat Spirit to burn him to death..."

Thinking there might be some new gossip, Bai Yunqi was disappointed, feeling that after sleeping for so many years, the human world still seemed this dull. He took a deep breath of the fragrant air, uninterested, squinting as he leaned against the strong paperman, indulging himself, "Venerable Family, today the kid has avenged his great grievance, which counts as a joyful event. How about we go back and celebrate a bit with a Xiang Mountain?"

"Can be considered, but we must wait until everything is handled," Jiang Yuanxin said, looking at the esteemed presence, thinking it seemed like a Thousand-Year-Old Great Demon, but turned out to be a foodie?

Still got to hurry to find materials to make more incense, or else with a pet contract like this, it really would be hard to sustain.

Thinking of incense making, he suddenly realized he could completely find materials to enhance skill level in the real world, just like the Paperman and Paper Horse Skill. Anyway, the company was now making much more profit than those small endeavors before, fully capable of bearing the costs of incense making...

"Mingchuan, whoever you think deserves these Gold Coins, give them to whoever," Jiang Yuan handed five Gold Coins to his apprentice, letting him decide.

"Thank you, Master." Wan Mingchuan received the Gold Coins with both hands and handed four to the old man, "Third Grandpa, I know you’re old and still bearing with your grandson and granddaughter, surviving is difficult enough. Some things are just beyond one’s control. Riverfront Village likely won’t have the divine protection they seek, take the money with your wife and kids and find somewhere you can survive."

He coldly glanced at the villagers, waiting until Third Grandpa thanked profusely and left with two children and Jiang Yuan’s provided food, and two disposable papercattle that could be ridden for four hours, headed toward the town.

Once out of their sight, ensuring no one harbored ill-intentions to pursue and rob them, Wan Mingchuan smiled and tossed the last Gold Coin to He Baohong, "Third Grandpa spoke until you supplemented, only can give you a piece of gold."

The Gold Coin was tossed and drew an arc in the air, steadily landing in the other’s hand, the villagers’ fervent eyes fixated, all falling upon him.

"Indeed it’s real gold!" He Baohong focused entirely on the gold, immediately biting it to test its authenticity.

Actually, he hadn’t seen gold growing up, only heard elders mention that real gold is soft, leaving marks when bitten.

Being raised in nobility from a young age made him accustomed to the arrogance as one of the three major surnames, having transferred all blame onto the direct lineage, he hadn’t realized the danger this Gold Coin could bring.

In his understanding, the commoners had long been domestically trained to be obedient and would never rebel, so the greatest current threat came from within the family and the Xu and Wang families who were on the lookout.

"Little Immortal, unlike the old man with two little kids who can’t ride a horse, I am young and strong and can ride faster, so I want a horse!" Following Third Grandpa’s example, He Baohong planned well, not taking any parents, wife, or kids with him. Just this piece of gold, not knowing how long he could be carefree in town, taking along more people would be troublesome.

Wan Mingchuan looked at him surprised, and asked, "You’re not taking any of your family? You have a piece of real gold! In town, you could buy loads of things!"

He Baohong, fearing the Thousand-Year-Old Rat Spirit would change its mind, immediately patted his chest and promised, "A divine horse surely is very valuable. How can I expect Little Immortal to go to such expense? As the saying goes, couples are like birds in the woods, upon calamity each flies its own way; as for parents, I only have one pair, but they have more than just me as a son, usually favoring the eldest. So, it’s best if they follow the eldest!"

"Not taking your kids either? You have three sons too!"

"It’s not that I don’t want to, the kids are too young to survive without their mother. Besides, they’re of the He Family’s blood, they can’t live? Whereas I, unlovable by parents, unwelcomed within the family, constantly marginalized. Mingchuan brother, you have faced unfair treatment, surely you understand, right?"

Never expected He Baohong could actually say such words, angering the old man and woman to the point of wanting to beat him; kids clamored, women cried, throwing the He Baohong family into chaos.

Wan Mingchuan’s eyes turned cold as he looked at Dumb Girl, who attempted to blend into the crowd to escape, turning to find a suitable weapon, and Master cooperatively handed over a jujube wood stick, "Thanks, Master!"

He wielded the long stick with all his strength, striking Dumb Girl’s right leg heavily.

"Crack!"

The sound of bone breaking was distinctly audible, she fell to the ground in pain, screaming for mercy.

In Jiang Yuan’s view, the health bar above the black fat girl’s head instantly dropped significantly.

"That night my grandfather saved your life, yet you pushed him from the hiding spot, tripping on the rocks and injuring his right foot, leaving him unable to move, isn’t that just like you now?" Wan Mingchuan coldly surveyed the He Family members who initially wanted to stand up, bringing them back into hiding.

Dumb Girl, her leg forcibly broken, pleaded in agony, "Sorry, I was wrong! You can do anything you want with me, just please don’t kill me..."

"My grandfather was burned alive by the flames spewed by the Rat Spirit." Seeing she couldn’t escape, Wan Mingchuan returned the jujube wood stick to Master, then turned around, a mocking expression flashing, "Interestingly enough, my cultivation method also uses fire."

Realizing what was about to happen, Dumb Girl screamed desperately but couldn’t stand on her right leg, so she clawed at the ground, trying to crawl away.

Finally, the moment of avenging great grievance arrived, Wan Mingchuan could feel the blood surging to his head, yet he seemed unusually calm.

Slowly following behind Dumb Girl, resembling a fat maggot, watching her frantically crawl forward, waiting until she was away from the crowd and exhausted, only then did he step on her broken leg and lean down, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"The only pity is, I have spent a short time following Master in cultivation, and my skills are lacking," Wan Mingchuan ignored the other’s ghost-like wail and attempts to shake free, bending to whisper in her ear with a laugh, "So, the flames I cultivated aren’t very strong, just endure a little longer, adapt as best as you can."