Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

I've never seen this before.

He racked his brains but still couldn't match the statue in front of him with the deity in his memory. Although he was a little confused, he didn't pay it any mind in the end.

Perhaps it's some kind of wild god that the people in this village believe in.

Gan Hongyi gave a wink, and the bandits understood immediately.

They looked at the village girls blocking the temple and laughed rudely: "You little brats, do you think these broken pieces of wood you've got can stop us? If you know what's good for you, get out of our way or you'll suffer!"

"No, this is the temple of the Immortal Lord; you won't be allowed in!"

"If you want to get in, kill us first. The Immortal Lord won't let you go."

The village girls mustered their courage and said.

"That lump of mud?" one of the skinny bandits sneered. "A wild god who appeared out of nowhere. I'd like to see how he won't let us go."

If it were Guanyin Bodhisattva or Yama, they might hold back, but they wouldn't be afraid of a guy who suddenly appears.

If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink the penalty cup!

The bandit turned around, looked at Gan Hongyi, and seeing him nod, roared and swung his broadsword at him: "If you don't let me pass, you'll die!"

Not killing people doesn't mean they don't hurt others.

Women who dare to block them from taking grain will be chopped down without hesitation!

Zeng Yanglan watched as the large knife drew closer and closer. She glanced sideways at Shi Lai, who was squatting on the ground doing nothing, and her heart shattered.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears had already flowed silently down her pale cheeks.

I have been living a lie all along.

Her vision was filled with the knife, which reflected a cold light in the sunlight. The sharp silver of it gradually magnified before her eyes, and the shadow of death slowly enveloped her.

It's okay to die.

Immortal Lord... I beg you to protect us and prevent these thieves from harming the rest of the village.

Seeing the blade so close to her, Zeng Yanglan closed her eyes resignedly.

What she didn't see was the conflicted and pained look in Shi Lai's eyes.

No, I can't do it yet!

Ding~

A crisp clanging sound rang out, followed by the bandits' terrified cries: "What the hell is that thing! Where did it come from?"

What happened?

Zeng Yanglan opened her eyes in confusion, and when her gaze focused, an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

Before her stood a very familiar white giant, its massive form covering the entire field of vision.

Her heart pounded, and the shockwave froze her in place.

Her body stiffened, her hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and she could almost hear her own heartbeat echoing in her ears.

This is... the Divine General!

The iron golem turned its head and looked Zeng Yanglan up and down. Seeing that she was unharmed, it turned its head away.

Under that towering shadow, a strong sense of security enveloped Zeng Yanglan, and she relaxed, sitting down on the ground with the other village girls.

They smiled at each other, then turned to look at the deity sitting on the altar, looking at them with loving kindness.

The immortal lord has indeed been protecting us all along.

The bandits who rushed forward frantically grabbed their broadswords, mustered their courage, and slashed fiercely at the iron golem, shouting like madmen, "I can't cut it! How can I not cut it!"

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With a loud crash, the blade broke into several pieces, scattering everywhere, and sharp fragments cut the bandits' faces.

He stared at the almost undamaged sheet metal, muttering, "The knife... the knife is broken?"

The iron golem lowered its head, its red eyes fixed on the bandit who had been trimming its feet.

Dangerous!

The bandit instinctively jumped to the side, and with a loud bang, the ground where he had been standing was instantly smashed into a spider web shape by the iron golem.

Seeing this unimaginable destructive power, Gan Hongyi's survival instinct made him subconsciously want to turn around and run away. He suddenly remembered the strange things that had happened along the way.

The soldiers who had driven them into the jungle and then left appeared in the woods of the wasteland, completely unprepared, just as the men of the village had left.

And then there's this white monster that appeared out of nowhere!

Their presence here is no coincidence; someone deliberately lured them here!

For some reason, the image of that statue appeared in Gan Hongyi's mind.

If that's the case, is it still possible for them to escape?

"Quickly, kneel down! All of you, kneel down!!!"

After shouting at the top of his lungs, Gan Hongyi stood up first, lay down on the ground, and kowtowed with his head facing the direction of the temple.

The surrounding bandits were stunned for a moment, then knelt down as well.

The bandit, who was being relentlessly attacked by the iron golem, saw that he couldn't escape, so he made a desperate decision and knelt down in the direction of the temple.

The fist, as powerful as a tiger's roar, stopped at the bandit's forehead. The iron golem tilted its head, hesitated for a moment, and then gently slammed down.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking echoed, and intense pain surged from his legs. The bandit, sweating profusely, clenched his fists and looked around at the shattered ground, as if plowed by a catapult, still shaken.

He survived!

The iron golem then looked at the other bandits who were still standing and ran over to them.

Feeling the ground tremble, some of the bandits became desperate and tried to take hostages.

However, the burly men they regarded as cowards stood up with a sinister grin, holding wooden swords, and charged at them with a single slash.

They didn't take the wooden sword seriously, but who would have thought it would be sharper than their iron sword!

"Run! Run in different directions!" The remaining bandits had lost their composure and fled into the woods in a panic.

Scratching, scraping.

Suddenly, the once-silent forest was filled with rustling sounds as a group of people appeared silently, forming a tight encirclement that surrounded the entire village.

Their arrival came without warning, as if they had appeared out of nowhere in the dense forest.

Everyone's faces were expressionless, their eyes cold and resolute, with a hint of fanaticism. They stood ramrod straight, all of them rigorously trained soldiers.

They were dressed in matching leather outfits and carried wooden swords.

Even more chilling was that the people in the front row carried an even more deadly weapon on their shoulders—a crossbow.

These men carrying crossbows had already loaded them neatly, gripping the handles tightly with both hands, and were pointing them at the fleeing bandits.

A heavy silence hung in the air. No swords were drawn or crossbows were brought out, but the unspoken threat sent a chill down the spines of the bandits.

We are just a small band of bandits!

The bandits quickly stopped, not daring to make any rash moves, because they knew that any sudden action could have fatal consequences.

Just as the tense atmosphere reached its peak, a path suddenly parted in the crowd.

All eyes were involuntarily drawn to the newly formed passage. An unspoken sense of authority emanated from afar, gradually approaching with the steady, calm sound of horses' hooves.

He was a handsome young man. His appearance was like a flag on the battlefield; without saying a word, he naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.

Beside Gan Hongyi, the villagers all knelt down in that direction, praying silently.

Gan Hongyi, who was watching the situation, raised his head and looked in the direction where everyone was kneeling and worshipping, and saw the young master on horseback.

Upon seeing the young master's appearance, an indescribable sense of dread spread throughout his body. He hurriedly lowered his head in horror, sweat dripping from his forehead.

That dashing young man was the one who remained unmoved on the altar.

A true immortal who has descended to the mortal realm!