Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 155 - 118: Seeing Cen Yueyue Again【4K】

Chapter 155: Chapter 118: Seeing Cen Yueyue Again【4K】

"Is there anyone still alive!"

Boom—

After a perfunctory question, he kicked open the last house in the village.

That’s how inexperienced people act during a rescue.

Instead of looking like a rescuer, he resembled more of a bandit breaking in, especially since the young man was carrying someone on his shoulder and had all sorts of large and small bags in hand, such as the possessions from the local villagers’ homes.

He looted anything that appeared to have some value, and he had so much that even the Qiankun Bag couldn’t fit it all—he had to carry some by hand.

Solid proof! A young cultivator from Qingshui County is actually taking advantage of a disaster to loot the wealth of the common people!

"These old men and women are really something."

"Even on the brink of death, they still worry about the meager things at home, like deeds, jewelry, gold, and silver. They don’t bring them when fleeing, but after calming down, they think of ways to sneak back and search for these things."

"If you don’t let them go back, they kneel and cry. Then in the middle of the night, they bring their entire families back to the village, either to be eaten clean or to die directly on the road due to Gu Poison, with the whole family setting off together."

"These old fools... Tsk."

He stopped cursing halfway.

That was Jiang Feng’s personality. Although he often cursed vehemently, he would help if he could.

If it were the era he once lived in, anyone risking danger for wealth would certainly be ignored by him, and he might even think they deserved death.

Because back in his era there was social security; even without a penny to your name, the state wouldn’t let you starve. But this era was different.

In this era, if you lost your wealth, you could really lose your life. On the way here, he had seen too many people dying of starvation, which made him somewhat helpless. So he chose to actively loot, at least to ensure these refugees would have something to eat when they got to the towns.

"Not letting them come back is essentially no different than being dead. Hmm, add one point to my meritorious deeds."

He shook his head, flipped the cabinet open, looked at the pile of stuff inside, couldn’t be bothered to count it, and directly poured it into the bag in his hand as he walked out of the last house.

The night was pitch black. According to Jiang Feng’s sense, it should be just around the third watch. He carried Lao Yang’s head and ran up the small hill, proceeding step by step according to memory. If he remembered correctly, there was a broken temple on the mountaintop southwest of Yi Village with about seven or eight people hiding inside who hadn’t managed to escape in time.

According to the barefoot doctor of the village, most of the villagers had already fled north along the road. When he arrived here, Jiang Feng did indeed see many refugees. The remaining ones were either physically unfit for a long journey or were not present when the Gu Poison broke out in the village. When they returned, they found the tragedy and could only temporarily hide here, waiting for the turmoil to subside.

Especially after brief contact, he discovered that most of these people had been infected with the weird Gu Poison, though not too severely, and it did not affect their minds.

Soon, the young man saw the broken temple, but unexpectedly...

"There’s candlelight?"

His steps suddenly stopped!

His brow furrowed. Before he found the place, the doors had been tightly closed and it was completely dark. And Jiang Feng had repeatedly warned them not to light candles casually, as it could easily lead to discovery.

His Divine Sense spread.

Although Jiang Feng’s Divine Sense was weak due to his realm, it could still be somewhat useful, but he immediately discovered that there were two more people inside.

And the presence was familiar.

"Is it them?"

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he still placed Lao Yang’s head up on a tree branch to avoid secondary harm, dumped the pile of junk on the ground, took out the Longsword, and then approached step by step.

His muscles tensed up as he cautiously pushed the door open and stepped inside. But when the young man saw the scene inside the broken temple, his pupils still contracted.

A woman in Central Plains clothing squatted in front of these weak and elderly refugees, smiled hideously, and pried their mouths open to pour a weirdly colored liquid medicine directly in.

The other person, also dressed in Central Plains clothing, appeared to be a young man with dark skin—clearly someone who often did physical labor, short in stature but firmly built, currently strangling an older man to keep him immobilized.

However, even so, the old man was still struggling desperately, even intentionally spitting out some of the medicine, looking rather determined to die rather than submit, but only a cold sneer crossed the woman’s face.

She simply curled her fingers and pointed at his throat.

"Ugh!"

A large gulp of medicine stuck in his throat was immediately swallowed down, his eyes bulged, then closed, and his head tilted, lifeless.

Not only that, but in this not-so-spacious broken temple, at least six more people were in the same situation, even the barefoot doctor was lying rigid on the ground, eyes wide open with visible bloodshot—as if in disbelief in death.

"Enchantress, stop!"

A furious shout was issued.

He raised his sword, his left hand resting on his waist and flicked; immediately, a Paperman appeared, even the blood-stained Detonator was in his grasp, ready to fight with all his might.

Because Jiang Feng realized that these two people were not actually from Central Plains; they were the Cen siblings.

Wolves in sheep’s clothing.

The shout didn’t stop the Enchantress, who was frantically pouring the medicine into the old people’s mouths and continued to force it down.

However, Cen Zhuangzhuang of Foundation Establishment Realm was startled. After all, his Divine Sense was not very strong, his hands trembled, and the old man, who was nearly asphyxiated and almost fainted, almost started awake—as if shocked out of a dream by the illness!