Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 13—Divine Punishment!?

Using the crowds on the street as cover, Qian Renxue sneaked to the outskirts of the city defense team's headquarters. She happened to see four or five men in leather armor leading a richly dressed middle-aged man out of there.

The one with the best-looking armor must be a captain or something similar; he had a big smile on his face, as if he was making some kind of promise to the middle-aged man.

But Qian Renxue could tell that the richly dressed man was in a bad mood, and even the captain's obsequious manner could not make him feel comfortable.

He stopped abruptly in front of the carriage, turned around, and started cursing at the armored men. Even the fat on his face trembled slightly, while the men nodded repeatedly, looking... extremely humble.

After the fat man left, the armored man who was in the lead also seemed very unhappy. He cursed at his followers behind him, as if venting his frustration.

A while later, a man was carrying a large white burlap sack. The sack was big enough to fit an adult. The contents of the sack were unknown, but it was stained with patches of bright red blood. Blood was still dripping from the other end of the sack.

Just then, Qian Lingyun made her move. She had somehow managed to reach the side of the city defense team's headquarters and reached out a hand from a nearby alley to drag the man carrying the sack inside.

Qian Renxue sighed, and using her agility, easily bypassed the patrolling guards nearby and quickly walked into the alley.

In the alley, Qian Renxue saw Qian Lingyun squatting on the ground and had already guessed the general situation.

Three minutes ago, after knocking that unlucky guy unconscious, Qian Lingyun tentatively approached the white sack stained with blood.

She slowly squatted down, stretched out her trembling hands, and untied the hemp rope used to tie the cloth bag. A familiar but bloodless face was imprinted in her eyes.

At that moment, something inexplicable within her shattered, and the instigating whisper of the Rakshasa Scythe resounded once more: "Do you see? Life without power will be ruthlessly stripped away. Join me, and gain the power to overturn everything..."

"Shut up!" Qian Lingyun seemed to be talking to herself. She stretched out a finger and pressed it against the deceased's forehead. With the help of the Rakshasa power, she could see the memories of the last hour of the deceased's life.

She saw that a few minutes after she left, five or six members of the city guards kicked down her door and ransacked the place before the woman went up to negotiate.

But the two sides had only been negotiating for a short time when they got into an argument. Suddenly, one of the city guards who was leading the group grabbed the woman's hair, dragged her in front of him without any pity, and then took her back to the city guard's headquarters.

In a room, the group of people who brought her back surrounded her, sending two to wait outside the door while the rest closed the door, leering and tearing at her clothes, subjecting her to inhumane torture.

Before long, the two men who were outside the door also came in and joined them.

They thought that was all, but who would have thought that after these beasts finished, they would still take out torture instruments to torment the woman, trying to extract some useful information. But the woman didn't say anything until she breathed her last.

"Yun'er?" Qian Renxue gently stroked Qian Lingyun's head, comforting her, "Do whatever you want to do!"

"Sister Xue, do you think... these scumbags really deserve to be redeemed?!" Qian Lingyun asked, her eyes red and sobbing.

"I don't know either." Qian Renxue shook her head. She glanced at the unconscious man on the ground, and gently nudged Qian Lingyun's shoulder. "Go bury her first."

"Oh," Qian Lingyun said with difficulty, hoisting the large sack onto her shoulder and disappearing into the depths of the alley.

After Qian Lingyun left, the gentleness on Qian Renxue's face vanished instantly. She dislocated all of his joints, picked up a brick from the wall and stuffed it into the man's mouth. With a flash of sword light, she sliced ​​off one of his fingers.

"Waaaaah..."

The intense pain jolted the man awake from his unconsciousness. He stared in horror at the expressionless Qian Renxue, letting out muffled cries of pain.

"You're awake?!" Qian Renxue removed the brick from the man's mouth, forced a smile, and asked gently, "Then let me ask you a few questions!"

"Do you know who you've offended? My father is... Ugh," after the brick was removed from his mouth, the man not only didn't confess honestly, but instead started cursing, trying to scare Qian Renxue.

But Qian Renxue wasn't buying it. She shoved the brick back in, shook her head, and sighed, "Wrong answer!"

Swish! Blood splattered as Qian Renxue severed another of his fingers.

The pain in the fingers is unbearable for most people. Qian Renxue could only see the veins bulging on the man's forehead and his eyes bloodshot, almost as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Qian Renxue pulled out the brick, flicked the drool still clinging to it, shoved the Angelic Holy Sword into his mouth, and threatened, "Even though a person has twenty fingers and you can break them 18 times, I don't have that much free time to waste on you."

"If you give another irrelevant answer, don't blame me for taking you down!"

"You...say..." the man uttered through gritted teeth, enduring the pain.

"The first question is about that woman you just carried out... who captured her, and who killed her!" Qian Renxue asked.

"It was Wang Er who led the men there, and our city guard captain led the arrest. He and his cronies were the ones who killed her. It has nothing to do with me, a menial worker!" The man, with the mentality of "better to die than my teammate," spilled everything he could.

"The second question is, where are they now?" Qian Renxue observed the man's expression and, seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, asked again.

"They're all inside! The captain has his office, and his confidants usually stay next door." The man gestured towards the high wall next to him, indicating, "Wang Er was supposed to rest during the day, but after he came back and told the captain about that woman, he slept in the empty room inside."

"Excellent, thank you for your cooperation. One last question," Qian Renxue said, sheathing the Angelic Holy Sword, "approximately what is their strength?"

"The captain is a three-ring Soul Master, the two squad leaders are Great Soul Masters, and the rest... are just ordinary people." The man glanced at his still-bleeding severed finger and pleaded, "That's all I know, please let me go!"

"Losing two fingers won't kill you," Qian Renxue scoffed, shoving the saliva-covered brick back into her hands. She said coldly, "I won't kill you. You can stay here. Once someone finds you, you'll be saved."

After saying that, Qian Renxue walked towards the alley entrance without looking back, sighing as she went, "I really have to be both an older sister and a mother to that girl! Every day I worry about whether that girl will go astray."

"For things like this that involve bloodshed, I'll handle it for her..."

(End of this chapter)