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The bald man opened his eyes wide and, upon seeing Zhao Si, immediately grinned lightly. He began to fiddle with the Submachine Gun in his hands, seemingly with ill intentions.
Zhao Si, upon witnessing this scene, felt a sense of foreboding. His mouth had already turned into a mournful expression as he pleaded, "This... that... I really didn't mean to steal or rob..."
Just then, a person suddenly strode out from around the corner of the stairs, chanting, "Cao Mengde is vastly different from Jiang Gan; Zhou Dudu's schemes go unnoticed by gods and ghosts!"
As the tone paused, Li Nan had reached Zhao Si's side and shouted, "In ancient times, Jiang Gan stole books; today, you Zhao Si are stealing guns. What is your intention? Speak quickly!"
Zhao Si trembled and nearly fell to the ground. Although he wasn't very knowledgeable about history, he at least knew a bit about the stories from the Three Kingdoms. At this moment, sweat was rolling down his cheeks and forehead!
Just as Zhao Si was about to be rendered speechless, the Black Gold Blade behind Li Nan suddenly fell upon him. "Let's not discuss past matters; today I want to borrow something from you, brother. Will you agree?"
Zhao Si replied shakily, "I don't know what Brother Nan wants to borrow from me; as long as I have it, I will not hold back!"
Li Nan laughed heartily, "What I'm borrowing, brother definitely has; it's just a bit precious, so I'm afraid you might be reluctant!"
"W-what?" Zhao Si could already anticipate the development of the situation. If his guess was correct, in the next moment, his head would be severed by a swift blade.
Sure enough, Li Nan's Black Gold Blade moved like lightning and swung down in an instant. Before he could blink, a streak of blood shot out from Zhao Si's head!
In that moment of dazed nerves, Zhao Si felt as if he had walked back and forth from hell!
Although he had passed through the gates of Yama King, no ghosts came to haunt him. So after letting out a loud scream, Zhao Si did not fall to the ground; his head was still intact!
Zhao Si held his hands against his head; his eyes, nose, and mouth were all there—of course his head was still on his neck. However, in an instant, he noticed something odd: right in front of him lay a human ear!
Seeing that ear, Zhao Si was still puzzled in his heart. "What is this..." But his hands pressed against his face were already soaked with blood from near his left ear!
Li Nan sheathed his blade and picked up the ear that had fallen on the ground. Then he said, "Sorry about this, brother; I borrowed an ear from you for a bit. You won't mind, will you?"
Zhao Si had already started screaming while covering his ear but still retained some clarity in his speech. "I don't mind... I don't mind!"
Beside them, Fatty was grinning widely at the scene. He initially thought Brother Nan intended to take Zhao Si's life. Although this scum wasn't particularly terrible by definition, keeping him around could lead to trouble. It would be better to eliminate him early on. However, he never expected that Brother Nan merely intended to cut off one of his ears—what could be the deeper meaning behind this?
The bald man was also pleased with this and immediately closed his eyes again. Meanwhile, Li Nan instructed Wen Jing, "Wrap it up for him; losing one ear is not a big deal!"
Zhao Si silently repeated to himself, "Losing one ear is not a big deal, not a big deal!"
Li Nan held Zhao Si's left ear and confidently stepped out of the front building. After walking a few meters, he spotted the structure standing at Hot Spring Source. He gestured briefly, then drew the Mechanical Composite Longbow from his back, pulled the bowstring, and shot an arrow. The human ear was neatly impaled on the arrowhead and sped away.
The Feathered Arrow, carrying the human ear, landed firmly on the doorframe of the building across. Unfortunately, the doorframe was not wooden; with a sharp crack, it fell to the ground!
Li Nan paid no mind to how the Feathered Arrow and the ear fared. Seeing that everything had already passed, he simply returned to the front building.
Inside the building across, after about ten minutes, a disheveled man cautiously emerged. He looked around to ensure there were no others nearby before stealthily crawling out. Spotting the Feathered Arrow on the ground, he grabbed it without hesitation and retreated.
In a shabby little room, a long-haired man with a long beard faced the wall, gnawing on a meat bone. Upon closer inspection, the bone was dripping with blood; it was clearly raw meat!
A disheveled man burst in and said, "Boss, look at this!"
The man gnawing on the meat bone turned around upon hearing the noise behind him, his mouth smeared with blood as he asked, "What is it?"
The disheveled man caught sight of a woman sitting next to his boss, barely clothed and with a dazed expression. Her left thigh was gruesomely wrapped in rotting flesh around exposed bones, creating a horrific sight.
Seemingly accustomed to his boss's brutal habits of eating raw flesh and killing without mercy, the Ragged Man showed no signs of surprise!
The boss turned to glance at the woman sitting in a pool of blood beside him and let out a light grunt of indifference.
This boss referred to as such was Vincent, the demon mentioned by Wen Jing. Seeing him now confirmed that the name "demon" was not an exaggeration!
Vincent stroked his blood-stained beard and then pushed aside his long hair to create an opening for one eye. After setting aside the half-eaten human leg in his hand, he finally found time to examine the Feathered Arrow!
The Feathered Arrow appeared ordinary; it merely had a feather tied to its tail and was nothing more than a weapon for killing. Vincent indeed saw nothing unusual about it!
However, the Ragged Man spoke up, "Boss, look at this!"
Following the man's point direction, Vincent saw a human ear. However, for someone like Vincent, who had long been consuming human flesh, this ear held little appeal.
"Was it shot over by those people?" Vincent merely asked, still unable to discern anything.
The Ragged Man nodded and then countered, "Does the boss know whose ear this is?"
Vincent grinned, his mouth still stained with blood, "Can you recognize a person by their ear?"
The Ragged Man sighed and replied, "I naturally don't know whose ear this is, but thinking about it, we should have an idea."
Vincent's eyes shifted, and he suddenly realized, "Is it that Zhao Si who ran away before?"
The Ragged Man nodded and continued, "If we kill Zhao Si first, the next move will likely be to slaughter us!"
Vincent shook his head. "This group suddenly barged into Peach Blossom Hot Spring Villa with such momentum. However, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Even if they have more people, they won't be able to take us down immediately!"
The Ragged Man worried that his boss was losing focus and explained, "They have over twenty men, all strong men armed with guns. Can we fight them?"
Vincent waved his hand and tossed aside the Feathered Arrow that held the human ear. He pulled out a half-eaten human leg from behind him and began to eat it while mumbling, "There are still over a hundred people in Peach Blossom Hot Spring Villa. Why fear their twenty or thirty men?"
The Ragged Man felt a pang in his heart and whimpered, "Where are there still a hundred people? After what you've eaten, only a dozen remain!"
Unfortunately, he didn't dare to speak loudly, and Vincent didn't hear him. At that moment in the Hot Spring Source building, the remaining individuals were all like Vincent—focused solely on eating without any thought. The only one who understood the situation likely wouldn't last long either; once the women around Vincent were consumed, he would surely become the next target for their hunger.
With a long sigh, the Ragged Man turned and walked out. Vincent shrugged off his hunger for meat and directly pounced on the dismembered woman. His hands moved like those of a beast.
Vincent pulled down his pants and thrust himself into the woman's lower body with wild abandon. However, she was already unconscious; blood seeping from her severed left leg had completely soaked her lower half. Vincent's actions seemed like a merciless whipping of a woman's soul in a deep abyss of blood and water. If she had any awareness left, she would surely muster all her strength to kill the man on top of her. Unfortunately, she had no capacity for resistance left and could only be at the mercy of others.
In that shabby room, Vincent's heavy breathing echoed while other men huddled in the hall. One man was chopping meat with a large kitchen knife; another held a sharp knife for deboning; yet another was using an axe to chop wood—everyone was busy!
In the center of the hall stood a large iron pot over a roaring fire, with water bubbling vigorously inside!
The lumberjack sent firewood into the pot, and when the flames were strong enough, he took a wooden stick and began stirring the contents!
The water was bubbling, and the bones and meat floated to the surface. The man stirring the pot seemed quite satisfied, sniffing the air to savor the aroma of the meat!
Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, the man stirring the pot said to those behind him, "Quick, put in the last bit of chopped meat; we can eat soon!"
The butcher chopped up the last piece of meat and tossed it directly into the pot. Then, he casually grabbed a ladle from beside the pot, scooped up a spoonful of broth, brought it to his mouth, and exclaimed, "Old Wang, your skills are getting better and better!"
The person picking bones also came over to taste the broth and praised Old Wang endlessly.
The one stirring the pot was Old Wang himself, who smiled and said, "We are the cooks here at Peach Blossom Hot Spring Villa; how could our skills be lacking? Just look at what we do!"
Just as Old Wang was stirring, suddenly a head emerged from the bottom of the pot. Underneath the bubbling water, it bobbed up and down as if that head had come back to life!
The three men were not surprised to see the head; instead, they were drooling at the delicious smell wafting from the pot!
Beside the iron pot lay a patch of struggling bloodstains and several pieces of women's clothing that had been stripped off. Meanwhile, all those involved in this incident were already in the pot.
(The earlier lines sung by Li Nan about Cao Mengde and Zhou Dudu are from the Peking opera "Heroes' Gathering.")
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