20demayo Chapter 28 The Beast Breaks Free from its Shackles
Chapter 28 The Beast Breaks Free from its Shackles
Chang Yuan was consumed by evil spirits, and his thinking began to become distorted and obsessive.
He's going to kill those three cruel guys!
He will use their filthy blood to extinguish the evil fire in their hearts!
Chang Yuan's rationality was not completely lost; he shot and killed the three people without drawing his gun.
Shooting someone is swift and decisive, but it will alert the town's garrison, and the bullet will expose his identity.
He couldn't explain to his superiors in the Embroidered Uniform Guard why he had sneaked into Gongfang Town in the middle of the night.
If he tells the truth and hands over the porcelain gourd, things will not only not end, but will get worse.
With such a powerful storage function, this porcelain gourd must be a precious treasure.
If Chang Yuan were to hand over such a fine treasure, others might suspect that he was hiding an even better one and was only handing over a relatively inferior one as a cover.
Even if Chang Yuan were to die in front of just one person who thought that way, he still wouldn't be able to prove that he wasn't hiding any treasures.
After all, he couldn't prove that the treasure didn't exist!
This is an unsolvable self-fulfilling trap.
While the three of them were filling in the hole, Chang Yuan slipped around to the wall, picked up three broken bricks from the corner, and held them all in his palm.
The word "precision" glowed slightly, locking onto the center of one of the people's eyebrows.
Chang Yuan uses the horse stance as a base, channeling his energy through his spine, shoulders, and arms, transforming his upper body into a bow, and then flinging broken bricks out like projectiles.
The broken bricks pierced the air, creating a whistling sound, and struck the target precisely between the eyebrows.
The person instantly lost consciousness and collapsed backward without uttering a sound.
Before the other two could react, two pieces of broken brick flew over with a whoosh, hitting one in the temple and the other in the back of the head.
The two fell straight to the ground without uttering a sound.
Chang Yuan lacked confidence in his hand strength, so he picked up three more broken bricks.
Then he picked up several larger pieces of broken brick and smashed them hard on the heads of the three men lying on the ground.
Then he cautiously approached the three of them.
When Chang Yuan got closer, he realized he had used too much force. Two of them had already had their skulls shattered, their brains spilling out, and they were completely dead.
Ironically, the first guy who was knocked down survived.
Because he was hit between the eyebrows both times, the hardest part of his forehead only cracked slightly, rather than being shattered.
Three hard slaps jolted him awake. Chang Yuan asked, "Whom did you bury?"
Seemingly due to a concussion, the burly man, who had just regained consciousness, was not quite thinking clearly.
When asked the question, he blankly replied, "They are the disobedient slaves who are buried."
Chang Yuan asked instinctively, "The Ming Dynasty didn't have a slave system, so where did these slave laborers come from?"
The burly man replied, "They are not slaves; they are adopted sons of Master Zhang."
"These orphans are the easiest to fool. Even if they die from exhaustion, you can just report it as an illness and it will be cleaned up."
Chang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around and dug into the soil with his hands until he dug out the head.
He brushed the dirt off his head and then carefully observed the area by the light of the town's lamps.
It was indeed a child, and at most twelve or thirteen years old.
She is the same age as Chang Yuan's third sister, Chang Zhuo.
Chang Yuan's eyes turned even redder.
His voice, strained from between his teeth, trembled with a metallic quality: "Why did you bury this child alive?"
The burly man replied, "He was so exhausted he vomited blood and collapsed on the ground, unable to stand. If we don't bury him, wouldn't that be a waste of Master Zhang's grain?"
Chang Yuan took a deep breath, barely suppressing his boiling killing intent, and asked, "Why did he vomit blood?"
The burly man replied, "It's no wonder he vomited blood. He had to work eight hours a day and didn't eat very well. It's normal for him to die from exhaustion in three to five months."
Chang Yuan thought of a distant era, of the text "The Bonded Laborer" that he had read in his textbook.
Before his murderous intent completely spiraled out of control, he asked one last question: "Who is this Master Zhang you're talking about? Where is his workshop, and where is his home?"
The burly man pointed vaguely to the tallest chimneys in the center of town and said, "That's Master Zhang's workshop. I don't know his name or where his house is."
Snapped!
Enraged beyond measure, Chang Yuan could no longer suppress his murderous intent and smashed the big man's skull with the brick in his hand.
Chang Yuan kept smashing the other man's skull until it shattered and his brains spilled out, then he stopped, panting heavily.
He noticed that the soil around him was unusually soft, so he picked up a shovel and started digging around haphazardly.
Sure enough, after peeling away only a shallow layer of soil, Chang Yuan unearthed a number of corpses, numbering forty or fifty.
Some were just buried, some were already severely decomposed, and some were even completely skeletal.
These skeletons were all less than five feet tall, clearly belonging to children who hadn't grown up.
"Beast!"
The rage in Chang Yuan's heart grew stronger, and he looked toward the center of Gongfang Town.
Chang Yuan seemed to see hell, to see the demon called capital, to see it break free of its shackles and turn the world into an endless abyss.
"All animals deserve to die!"
Many people will die that night.
Only enough blood of evil people can extinguish the evil fire in Chang Yuan's heart.
He infiltrated the workshop town for the second time, found Master Zhang's workshop, and after carefully observing it, discovered that it was a steel workshop.
Those master blacksmiths who tended the furnaces were all burly and strong.
The workers who carried coke, ore, and iron ingots were all short, thin children.
The bamboo baskets they carried were taller than themselves, filled with heavy materials and steel, weighing the children down so much that they couldn't straighten their backs and could only move forward step by step with their backs bent.
Some children even coughed violently and were so weak that they could only crawl on the ground.
Suppressing his anger and murderous intent, Chang Yuan found the workshop's warehouse and discovered that the workshop produced swords and weapons of exotic styles.
There were even musket barrels that were absolutely prohibited from being privately manufactured.
Without a doubt, Master Zhang has already found a way to die!
Chang Yuan took half of them without hesitation, especially the finished gun barrels, easy-to-throw daggers, and short knives, all of which were swept away.
He then sneaked into the workshop's office area and found the manager on duty that night.
After merely removing two of his fingernails, the steward revealed Master Zhang's name and address.
Then Chang Yuan began his killing spree.
The first to die was the screaming steward, who was stabbed through the skull between his eyebrows by a dagger.
With a handy dagger and short sword to throw, and the flashing attribute "Accuracy," Chang Yuan easily reaped the lives of the workshop's guards and overseers.
Even when he was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, he did not indiscriminately kill innocent people, but let the master craftsman and the children scream and escape from the steel workshop.
His aim was not only to spare the innocent, but also to use them to create chaos so that he could escape from the encirclement of the camp soldiers.
But Chang Yuan did not expect that the Zhang family was not the only one in the various workshops in Gongfang Town who did not behave like human beings.
In those workshops that employ high-pressure systems, the workers' hearts are already filled with despair and fear, but under normal circumstances, this is masked by numbness.
But when chaos broke out in the workshop town, and the unrest not only was not suppressed, but continued to escalate.
The immense psychological pressure on the workers finally exploded!
This is similar to a mutiny in an army.
When people under excessive mental stress gather together, they can be triggered by the slightest disturbance and erupt in the form of mass hysteria.
Everyone lost themselves, attacking indiscriminately like wild beasts, hacking and slashing wildly without regard for their own safety.
Chaos erupted throughout the town of Gongfang, with several fires breaking out amidst the chaos.
The sounds of firefighting, workers' screams, and soldiers' shouts to maintain order mingled together, and even the workshops that could barely maintain a semblance of quiet descended into chaos.
The entire town was in complete chaos.
Chang Yuan simply covered his face with a cloth and blended into the fleeing crowd, easily leaving the town.