Chapter 34 The Thief in the Heart

The "Mountain God" was still in a daze, but the scissors cruelly pierced into his flesh like a demon, advancing inch by inch, piercing his chest and reaching his heart.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the Confucian shirt on his chest red.

It turned its stiff head with difficulty, but was surprised to see the body of the woman in its arms making strange crackling sounds.

The limbs swelled as if blown up, and the facial features distorted and changed.

In a flash, it turned into a familiar face that made it shudder.

"You're welcome and safe."

Xu Zhiqiu, who had released the "Face Man", greeted him and pressed the scissors in his hand firmly.

呲!
As the scissors tore through the flesh, blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain.

"Huh—!"

The old baboon suddenly attacked, and a deafening roar exploded in Xu Zhiqiu's ears.

However, Xu Zhiqiu had experienced its sonic attack before, so how could he not be prepared?
He did not give in at all. He concentrated his Qi into his Dantian and blew out a burst of air towards it.

"snort--!"

Boom!

Two loud noises collided, instantly tearing apart the thick fog that was covering the altar, and the shock wave swept away everything on the altar.

"Wow!"

The villagers were shaken and fell backwards like leeks. When they came to their senses,

"What happened!?"

"What happened to the Mountain God?"

Without the thick fog blocking their eyes, they saw the following scene on the stage:

Several brown-haired baboons wearing human clothes were shaken to the ground, twitching and looking dead.

In the center of the altar, Xu Zhiqiu was surrounded by white-hot flames, and was holding down a white-haired, one-legged old mandrill;
Look at the old white-haired mandrill, wearing a gorgeous silk robe, with a human skull on his head and a bridle combed behind his head.

There was a pair of scissors stuck in his chest and a pool of blood.

Even though he was being held down by Xu Zhiqiu, he still refused to be still and was struggling madly.

The old mandrill was still roaring and making a "ho-ho" sound. One could vaguely make out a few human words, but what he was saying was -

"Bold%@¥mortal... I am the @%@ mountain god..."

It struggled more and more fiercely.
But Xu Zhiqiu used grappling techniques to restrict its joints and prevent it from twisting at will.

When struggling, it can only swing its body with all its might like a live fish that has come ashore.

However, the movement was enough to shatter the bricks and stones on the altar, showing that the force was quite strong!
Xu Zhiqiu remained calm, and held it tightly with his hands as if they were made of steel or iron.

Until he got really tired of pressing him, he suddenly grabbed the hairy thief by the neck, picked him up and threw him to the ground!
There was a dull thud, and several pieces of broken bricks flew up.

Xu Zhiqiu, who was in the reverse life state, had astonishing strength.

The old mandrill was first attacked by him and lost three liters of blood.

After being hit so hard, his two green eyes turned white and he almost died.

Then, with a few teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds, Xu Zhiqiu broke one of the old mandrill's arms into four sections and folded it behind his back.

Then he knelt on one knee on its back, freed one hand, and turned its shoe-horn face over to show the audience.

"Look carefully! This is your mountain god!"

The sound was deafening, coupled with the clear reality scene in front of me.

Who wouldn't understand?
The audience was silent.

All the villagers' eyes were focused on that ugly shoe-horn face.

Compare it with the majestic image of the mountain god that they imagine in their minds.

The result, naturally, is that all three views are shattered.

"That's the mountain god?"

"Why is it so horrible!?"

"Could it be..."

The doubts kept coming in, and couldn't be stopped.

Only the old man's face was losing color, but he remained speechless.

……

The facts are too shocking.

The villagers were still in panic and unable to extricate themselves.

"Brother Zhiqiu!" Lu took her daughter out of the crowd and was stopped by Xu Zhiqiu.

"do not come!"

The little girl looked at him with admiration, and Mrs. Lu looked a little worried:

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"It doesn't matter."

Xu Zhiqiu held down the mandrill. It was no longer struggling, but was breathing heavily through its two flared nostrils.

"This monster only has half its life left and can no longer create any waves."

"That's good……"

Lu was still worried and couldn't help but look at the villagers below the stage who were still in shock and confusion.

Xu Zhiqiu saw this,
He shouted directly at the old man:
"I think you have seen it all clearly, but is there anything else you want to say?"

The head of the village was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes staring at Xu Zhiqiu, then at Lu, and finally turning to look at all the villagers.

The villagers, without a backbone, were like a group of helpless children, anxiously hoping for a response from him.

"Mr. Lizheng..."

The facts are before our eyes.

Xu Zhiqiu thought they should wake up.
After waiting for a long time, I only heard one sentence:
"So what?"

"What?" Xu frowned.

"Young man, I know what you are going to say."

Lao Li was standing up shakily with the help of his crutches. He pointed at the old mandrill under him with a sneer in his tone and said, "You want to say that the mountain god is a demon, a monster that has turned into a spirit, and we have all been deceived by it, right?"

"Is not it?"

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"

Xu Zhiqiu frowned and looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief.
"I think you are older and should at least know better, but do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

The facts are before us, this mountain god is obviously a demon.

Why does this old guy look so indifferent?

Did he already know about this? Was he secretly communicating with this mandrill?
Do not!
Xu Zhiqiu quickly denied this conclusion.

Because he saw something else on the old man's face.

That was the last layer of fascia left connected to the heart that was once as solid as a rock but was torn in half.

"Young man, you know, this is how our generations have lived."

Lao Lizheng didn't look at the baboon, but only stared at Xu Zhiqiu. The sharpness and hostility in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only powerlessness and desolation.

Two lines of thick tears slid down the corners of his eyes, his throat seemed to be choked with thousands of words, and his chest seemed to be pressed down by the dust of long years. Although he felt suffocated and unbearable, he didn't know where to start or how to express himself.

Xu Zhiqiu suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had thought too simply.

He was silent for a long time,
Suddenly, he loosened his grip on the opponent.

The old mandrill thought he was dead, so he was naturally in disbelief when he saw this.

But it was stunned for a moment, then it reacted and immediately struggled out of his hand.

The one leg bent at the knee and jumped directly to a height of more than ten feet.

It was like a giant flying bat, and with a few leaps it disappeared into the foggy shadow of Daling Mountain.

Xu Zhiqiu watched silently and did not stop it.

Everyone was surprised and then there was an uproar.

"what!"

Lu covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"Why...why did you let it go?"

Not only her, many villagers were puzzled by his behavior.

Only the little girl looked straight at Xu Zhiqiu, as if she had guessed something.

As expected, Xu Zhiqiu replied calmly:

"No reason, I just suddenly figured it out..."

What’s the point of defeating the thief in the mountains if you don’t defeat the thief in your heart?

He looked somewhat disinterested as he looked at the villagers, including Li Zheng.
"I can't save them. Only they themselves can save them."

(End of this chapter)

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