Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 57 The Widow and the Madman (Supportive Bigwigs, Please Click Follow Today)_1

At the edge of the fishing village, there was a rundown Bamboo Courtyard.

Dressed in a gray short jacket and bare-armed, a man's face was full of mockery, spreading his arms like an eagle swooping on chicks, blocking the path of the small widow in the broken flower blue shirt.

"Even a widow can bear offspring, truly a disgrace to my Brother Yang."

"Go to hell, who's your Brother Yang, you and your village chief father are both scum of the same heap, you vicious animals! Get your dirty hands off me!"

The young widow, clutching a child not yet two years old, gritted her teeth fiercely like a lioness.

"Heh!" The man was not only unfazed by the insult but became even more excited, "How so? Others can sleep with her, yet I, Meng Xian, cannot touch? Let me tell you today, even if you stripped naked, I wouldn't want you, you dirty thing. Hand it over to me!"

With that, Meng Xian reached out to snatch the child from the other's hands.

The widow's face twisted viciously as she bit down without hesitation.

As the two struggled, outside the Bamboo Strip Courtyard, a young man covered in mud sat on the ground, his clothes riddled with holes and patches, and only one of his worn-out straw shoes remained intact, his nails full of dirty mud, and his calves also coated with a layer of disgusting dark filth.

"Ha ha... fight..."

His expression was vacant. Watching the two entangled, he simply beat the muddy ground and laughed loudly, his mind clearly not quite right.

"Hiss!"

Meng Xian's face changed subtly as he pulled back his arm, looking at the deep bite mark on his wrist, oozing crimson blood.

In a sudden rage, no longer in a mood to tease his opponent, he swung and landed a slap on the widow, sending her stumbling back several steps, falling to the ground with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Good! Hit her!"

The filthy young man lit up with joy, actually clapping his hands.

"You stupid fool, shut up."

Meng Xian glared at him, strode forward, and firmly grasped the crying child in his hands. He sneered, "A fortuneless dirty thing, once your illegitimate son hits the water, he'll be stepping on waves to take you to enjoy riches in the future."

"Your own mother should be the one going underwater..."

The disheveled widow head-butted him without hesitation. Meng Xian's eye twitched, and he was about to kick her over when his arm was suddenly grabbed.

Turning around in annoyance, he was surprised, "Dad?"

The village chief's face was somber as he said nothing but delivered a firm slap, snatched the child away, and returned it to the widow's arms before saying, "Come back home with me quickly."

Meng Xian, his face covered, felt somewhat embarrassed and wanted to say something. Turning his head, his entire body shook and he sprinted away: "Damn, these dog-clad vermin."

In the distance around the corner, a dark figure approached, hand resting on the hilt of a knife at his waist, and his handsome face bore a pair of clear eyes with a faint murderous aura.

Shen Yi rounded several fishing towers and found the place from where the voices were coming.

He soon stood in front of the door to the Bamboo Courtyard, gazing into the emptiness ahead, closing his eyes to listen to the movements around him before stepping forward once more.

The young widow walked out of the courtyard soothing her son, straightening her hair, a bruise on her face. She tugged at her split lips and said, "I wondered why that old dog suddenly restrained himself; it turns out Colonel Sir has arrived. Please, come in."

As she spoke, she deliberately stood in Shen Yi's way.

"..."

Shen Yi silently watched her, speaking indifferently, "Does it not hurt?"

If it hurt, if she was angry, why then obstruct me? Could it be that the River God is more important than her own son?

The widow was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting such a question. She lowered her eyes and after a long while, squeezed out a slight smile, "You must be new to the Demon-suppression Bureau, right?"

"What do you mean by that?" Shen Yi asked, glancing sideways.

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"Please come in and sit," the widow said as she carried her son into the yard, pulling over a bamboo stool with one hand, "because the whole Linjiang Prefecture knows that the Demon-suppression Bureau slays demons and banishes evil, protecting the people, and is amongst the kindest of the kind."

Shen Yi hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat down upon the other's invitation.

The widow looked up, her eyes flickering, "But it's mostly they who truly are the common folk."

She laughed at herself, "My deceased husband and I... we were the evil ones."

Upon hearing the words "deceased husband."

Shen Yi subconsciously glanced at the child in the woman's arms, then feeling something amiss, was about to look away.

To his surprise, the widow didn't seem to mind, and spat with disdain, "I gave birth with a dog."

She settled the child, fetched a rag from the well, and walked outside the courtyard, kicking the madman impatiently and eyeing the crimson wounds on his arms and shins covered in mud, she crouched down to wipe them for him.

Experience tales at empire

She cursed as she cleaned.

"You damned thing, when there's work that needs you, you're nowhere to be found, disappearing for seven or eight days. Why haven't you starved to death out there? Who knows what use an idiot like you can be?"

"Go wash your hands, get ready to eat."

At these words, Shen Yi looked over thoughtfully.

The widow offhandedly explained, "He used to be a commoner too. At fifteen or sixteen he got himself a wife. It just so happened that it was his family's turn to sacrifice a child to the water, so he had to force his wife to give birth. Afterward, because she was so young, childbirth was difficult. His wife was lucky enough to have half a life left."

"The village chief took the child away; since she was no virgin, she might as well be sent as a maiden to the Yangchun River, and he went mad."

The widow kicked him disdainfully again.

She then explained somewhat desolately, "No one is willing to do it, but if one family does, you can't just reap the benefits for nothing. Passed down generation to generation, it's less about worshipping the gods than it is about taking revenge on those who drowned their own children in the river."

"Like my deceased husband, who bluntly refused to have children, beaten by the waves until his corpse was never found, that's the retribution for his wickedness."

"Why doesn't the Demon-suppression Bureau intervene? Because while they are pitiful people, they commit detestable acts. Four hundred years of grudges, even if the River God is gone, they still insist on holding the grand sacrifice."

"The grand sacrifice! Kill, kill, kill!" The madman grinned, his eyes bloodshot, and laughed maniacally, "Kill me first! Kill me first!"

While shouting, he crawled on the ground to the youth's feet, reaching out to grab the sword at his waist.

Shen Yi did not dodge, watching as the other's dirty hand grasped the Black Blade, smearing the glossy black scabbard with stains.

He reached out, his slender fingers threading through the madman's nest-like hair, then gently tightened his grip.

Just as the widow was about to turn to fetch the fish soup from the house, she saw this scene and her expression changed slightly, a trace of fear in her eyes, "Sir, he... he's already mad... unable to be a commoner, unable to be a villain... just spare his life, let him be a mad dog..."

"Kill!" The madman's eyes bulged, nearly popping out of his sockets as he roared, saliva stringing from the corner of his mouth, looking like a demon possessed.

Shen Yi watched his face quietly, the force between his fingers gradually softening, gently stroking the madman's head as if comforting a mad dog.

The madman trembled all over, slowly calming down.

Then, he heard a calm voice, as if struck by lightning.

"Thank you for the reminder."

Shen Yi's thin lips slightly parted, a murderous aura emerged on his fair face, but his eyes remained clear, his voice as calm as usual, "I will not let you down."

The madman had disappeared for seven or eight days.

A blood-stained waist token was mysteriously delivered to Linjiang Prefecture, the messenger from start to finish only wanting to convey a single message to Qingzhou.

There is a demon here, a Great Demon!

Right in this village!!

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