In times of chaos and famine, I traded one pound of rice for two royal flushes.

Seeing this, the leader thought there was a chance of survival and kowtowed even louder.

"Good sir! Grandfather! Ancestor! I beg you, spare my life! I'll serve you like a slave..."

Qin Shaolang wiped the knife clean.

Then, he raised his head.

"I don't need it."

He said it calmly.

Before he could finish speaking...

A flash of cold light.

puff.

The leader's pleas for mercy abruptly ceased.

A fine head flew into the air, tumbled twice, and fell to the ground, its face bearing an expression of flattery and pleading.

The headless corpse swayed, spitting out a fountain of blood, before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The entire assembly hall fell completely silent.

All that remained was the pungent, nauseating smell of blood.

Qin Shaolang stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his face expressionless.

From the moment he kicked the door open until the last enemy fell, the entire process took no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

He looked around and made sure there were no more survivors.

Then, he took a step and walked towards the door.

Doorway.

Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu stood like two guardian deities, covered in blood, leaning on their knives, guarding the gate on either side.

At their feet lay the corpses of seven or eight bandits, lying haphazardly.

They were all people who tried to escape from the Hall of Righteousness.

Upon seeing Qin Shaolang emerge, the two men trembled, their eyes filled with undisguised fervor and adoration.

"gentlemen……"

Zhao Wu's voice was trembling.

too fast.

too strong.

They only dealt with a few who had slipped through the net at the entrance, and the battle inside was already over.

This is no longer human.

This is a god! This is a demon!

Qin Shaolang ignored their shock.

His gaze passed over the two men and landed on the twenty-odd strong men in the square outside.

Their faces were all pale, their hands trembling as they gripped the knives, and some were even dry heaving.

But at their feet lay one or two fools, oblivious to their fate, trying to break through the defenses.

No one backed down.

well.

A hint of approval flashed through Qin Shaolang's mind.

For a motley crew to achieve this much has exceeded his expectations.

He didn't say anything to comfort or encourage me.

He simply issued the new order in that flat, almost cold voice.

"Drag all the corpses in."

The twenty-odd strong men froze upon hearing the order.

Drag...drag the corpse?

Looking at the hellish scene in the Hall of Righteousness, their stomachs churned.

blood.

Blood was everywhere.

There were also mutilated limbs and heads that died with their eyes wide open.

The strong smell of blood mixed with a foul odor made people dizzy.

"vomit……"

One of the younger, stronger men could no longer hold it in, so he leaned against a nearby pillar, bent over, and vomited.

His vomiting was like a signal.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Several more people started vomiting, and the scene quickly became a mess.

Zhao Wu frowned, about to reprimand him.

Qin Shaolang simply watched quietly, without saying a word.

He neither urged nor scolded.

He is waiting.

Wait until they finish vomiting.

Let them adapt on their own.

The battlefield is not a dinner party.

To survive, this is the first hurdle that must be overcome.

After a few minutes, the vomiting gradually subsided.

But everyone's face was as white as paper, their legs were trembling, and they dared not move a step.

Qin Shaolang's voice rang out again.

It remained as bland as ever, devoid of any emotion.

I'll say it again.

"Drag all the corpses in."

This time, there was an undeniable chill in his voice.

Everyone jolted awake from their fear.

They looked at Qin Shaolang, who stood upright amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his robes splattered with blood.

Fear instantly overwhelmed the nausea.

This man is a hundred times more terrifying than all the dead people in the Hall of Righteousness combined!

A strong man who was nearby gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and mustered his courage to rush over.

He grabbed a corpse by the foot and, with all his might, dragged it into the assembly hall.

The body left a long trail of blood on the ground.

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

The instinct for survival triumphed over everything.

Without further hesitation, the able-bodied men rushed forward, in pairs or one by one, and began to silently carry the corpses.

They dared not look at the faces of the corpses, and simply dragged them along mechanically.

The only sounds in the square were the scraping of corpses being dragged and heavy breathing.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Qin Shaolang instructed Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu: "You two, take a few men and dispose of the corpses in other parts of the village as well."

"Remember, leave no one alive."

"Yes, sir!"

Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu immediately accepted the order, selected seven or eight able-bodied men who were relatively nimble, and split up to carry out the task.

Qin Shaolang then entered the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

He ignored the corpses being dragged in and began examining the bodies of the bandit leaders in the hall.

He first walked to the body of the third leader, squatted down, and began to search his body.

Soon, he pulled out a heavy money bag and a set of keys.

He weighed the money bag in his hand and tossed it aside.

Then, he began to examine the body's wounds to confirm that it was dead.

He would inspect every enemy he killed again.

This is a habit I developed on the battlefield in my previous life.

Finishing off an opponent is a basic skill.

After confirming that everything was correct, he moved on to the next one.

The able-bodied men who were dragging the corpses slowed down a beat when they saw this scene.

They watched as Qin Shaolang, like a seasoned butcher, calmly turned over the corpses, looting their valuables and then examining their wounds.

That composure, that skill.

It sends chills down your spine.

This is no ordinary doctor!

This is clearly a demon king who makes a living by killing!

Soon, the Hall of Gathering Righteousness was filled with corpses.

A rough count revealed at least forty or fifty bodies.

The core forces of the entire Black Wind Stronghold were almost completely wiped out.

Qin Shaolang stood up and looked around.

He pointed to the mountain of corpses and said to a slightly older, strong man, "You, take some men and strip them of their clothes."

"what?"

The able-bodied man was stunned.

"Take off...take off your clothes?"

"Search out anything useful. Money pouches, weapons, anything valuable." Qin Shaolang's tone left no room for argument. "Then pile the bodies in the center of the courtyard."

Everyone looked at each other.

Murder, body search, and now they want to strip you naked?

What kind of operation is this?

Qin Shaolang seemed to sense their confusion and offered a brief explanation.

"The corpses must be burned, otherwise it will cause a plague."

"The clothes are made of cotton and linen, and they can still be worn after washing. The village will need a change of clothes soon."

Everyone suddenly realized.

So that's how it is!

Their gazes toward Qin Shaolang held not only fear, but also something else that was hard to define.

In awe.

This person thinks very far ahead.

While they were still immersed in the fear of killing, he had already begun to consider the plague and logistical issues.