Under One Person: Starting with the Dual Cultivation of Body and Soul

Chapter 117 The Greatly Compassionate Benefactor Xiao, Leaving with His Backbone in Hand

"This person is—" Lu Lin was already bloodthirsty and subconsciously reached out to strike.

Li Chang'an reached out and stopped him.

Seeing this, the man adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Don't be nervous. I work for the company. You're the ones who called the police, aren't you?"

"Company business is being conducted. Please keep your distance, do not take photos, and do not disturb us."

I eat.

The next second, he moved, tapping his feet twice on the gravel, and with a few boxer-like leaps, he instantly appeared in front of the Quanxing demon who had just gotten up, and stabbed him in the throat with a precise and ruthless strike.

The sound of the laryngeal cartilage shattering exploded muffledly, and the demon vomited a mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Zizai presented both palms and delivered a clean and decisive double blow to the demon's temples.

The entire cranial cavity emitted a muffled "boom," like a bell being shattered, and blood mist gushed out from the nostrils and ears.

The demon's eyes bulged outwards, his pupils dilated for half a second, and then refocused.

He was pinned to the ground, his face pressed against the gravel, and a foot was pressing down on his back.

The figure in the green tracksuit bent down, her hands sliding down to his wrists, and pulled him back sharply.

A tearing sound rang out as flesh was ripped apart, bones came out of their joint sockets, and both arms were ripped off.

Blood mist spurted out, blooming into a dark red cloud under the moonlight.

With a warm smile on his face, Xiao Zizai casually tossed the severed arm aside and grabbed the demon's legs.

Same technique, same sound.

Lu Lin almost instinctively closed her eyes. This wasn't a massacre; it was torture.

He can accept battles between superhumans, where a single palm strike can shatter an opponent's internal organs, and a single punch can crack a skull; life and death hang in the balance in an instant—that's what combat is all about.

But that's not it. The person was taking the other person apart, piece by piece, like a craftsman handling an ingredient like hand-shredded Sichuan peppercorn chicken.

Xiao Zizai acted with great restraint. Even after enduring these blows, the Quanxing demon was still clinging to life, his chest heaving and blood foam still oozing from his mouth.

Then came a sustained barrage of blows, not random punches, but rhythmic and precise attacks.

Each punch precisely avoids vital points, striking only the joints where nerves are most concentrated.

The sound of knuckles cracking, bones piercing the skin, and blood squeezing from between teeth.

The demon's body twitched, bounced, curled up, and rolled on the ground.

After a series of pounding blows.

Xiao Zizai grabbed the demon's hair with one hand and pulled it up sharply. The spine made a teeth-grinding sound as he pulled out a long section of the spine, just like removing the bones from a fish.

The head above the spine had eyes filled with blood, which flowed down the corners of the eyes and was particularly conspicuous in the moonlight.

He held the skewer-like spine in one hand, adjusted his glasses with the other, and gave Li Chang'an and Lu Lin a polite smile.

"East China Region, Xiao Zizai, thank you for providing the clue."

Lu Lin stood there, stunned, her face pale.

Li Chang'an glanced at Xiao Zizai, sheathed his sword, and said, "I'll leave the rest to Mr. Xiao. Is that alright?"

The voice was calm, as if asking what to have for dinner.

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, a polite and refined smile still on his lips: "Thank you both for your hospitality."

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Li Chang'an looked at Lu Lin.

At this moment, Lu Lin's white hair had not yet faded. She was staring blankly at the pile of minced meat on the ground, her eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment and a lingering murderous intent.

"Cousin, where's the driver?"

Lu Lin snapped out of her daze, slapped her forehead, and whispered, "Oh no! I was so focused on chasing the enemy that I forgot about this. His hand is broken and he's still hanging from a tree several miles away."

He hurriedly tried to rush back, but before he could take a step, Xiao Zizai spoke up.

"No need. The driver has already been taken to the hospital by company personnel. He's out of danger, and his severed limb has been properly preserved."

Hearing this, Lu Lin stopped and let out a long sigh of relief, then looked at Li Chang'an: "Senior brother, what do we say now?"

"Let's go to the top of the mountain."

Li Chang'an glanced at the faintly visible red brick houses on the mountaintop.

"Excuse me, could you please wait here for a moment?"

Xiao Zizai held you upside down by the spine, like he was carrying a prepared prey, and pointed to the mountain path below: "Someone will come to take you back to the company later. They'll ask a few routine questions. After all, you were the ones who took the photos and reported them to the company, so the necessary procedures still need to be followed. Just cooperate, and it won't take too long."

Li Chang'an nodded: "Of course!"

After saying that, he picked up the spine, turned around, and walked into the night. Now that the remaining Quanxing members were his, he couldn't let those guys get away.

The forest fell silent again. Lu Lin glanced at the headless, mangled flesh on the ground, which was unrecognizable as human, swallowed hard, and forced down her throat.

"Senior brother, shall we wait here?"

"Just wait and see."

Li Chang'an sat cross-legged on a bluestone by the roadside, moonlight filtering through the leaves and falling on his face. He remained as deep and unfathomable as well water.

Lu Lin, however, was somewhat uneasy, glancing at the extremely gruesome corpse every now and then.

Not long after, several people wearing Na Du Tong uniforms arrived at the scene.

The leader was a man in his thirties, holding a whiteboard. He glanced at the wreckage on the ground without showing any surprise, then walked up to the two men: "Are you Mr. Li Chang'an and Mr. Lu Lin?"

"yes!"

"yes!"

"Please come with us!"

"good!"

"OK!"

The two walked out of the woods, where a bread truck was parked on the mountain road.

The man pointed into the car and said, "Please!"

Lu Lin and Li Chang'an got into the car, which had come specifically to pick them up, and there were two seats left.

Neither Lu Lin nor Li Chang'an were talkative, and they remained silent the entire way after getting in the car.

The car bumped along the way until it arrived at the office of NaDuTong.

Although it's called an office, it's actually a transit warehouse with a large courtyard. It's brightly lit inside, and people in the same work clothes walk around from time to time. It really looks like a logistics company.

The two were taken to two separate interrogation rooms and questioned separately.

The questioning process was extremely monotonous, even somewhat tedious.

A blank-faced full-time employee sat across the table with a laptop in front of him.

"Name."

"Li Chang'an".

"Master-disciple relationship".

"The Trinity Sect, a disciple of Lu Jin."

"Please describe the circumstances of your attack and the extent of the damage to the driver."

Li Chang'an spoke his mind concisely and to the point.

The employee entered the data very quickly, and the sound of typing echoed in the room.

About half an hour later, someone pushed the door open and nodded to the interrogator, indicating that the person could be released.

Li Chang'an walked out of the interrogation room.

About three minutes later, Lu Lin also came out.

"Senior brother, what did they ask you?" Lu Lin asked as soon as she came out.

"Just some specific cases!"

"So what did you say?"

"Tell me the truth, why—" Li Chang'an lowered his voice, "Are you hiding something?"

Lu Lin replied softly, "I lied a little about the photo shoot."

"What did you say?"

"I told them it was the first time I'd encountered something like this, and I was a little panicked. Seeing how much blood the driver had lost, I really thought he was dead, so I sent him a text message. Later, when they were collecting the body, they found he was still breathing. I didn't mean to lie to them," Lu Lin said softly.

"What did they say?"

"They—" Lu Lin recalled for a moment, then said, "They smiled and wrote it down. Senior brother, what do you think they were laughing at? What's so funny about that?"

But then he realized what he meant: "Senior brother, what did you say?"