It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

Soon, his figure disappeared without anyone noticing.

After Qinghe Miao left, the old woman, with trembling, withered hands, opened the tattered cloth bag, her eyes filled with nothing but longing for food.

However, just as she was about to eat some more and feed it to the child, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out from the side, knocking the old woman off balance and causing her to fall to the ground.

At the same time, the tattered bundle in her arms disappeared!

The man who snatched the pancake was also extremely thin with sunken eyes. After getting it, he turned and ran away.

But before he could run far, a figure appeared out of nowhere beside him like a ghost!

A strong hand gripped his shoulder like iron clamps and then pressed down hard!

"Pfft!"

With a muffled thud, the man who had been grabbing the pancake was slammed to the ground, dust flying everywhere, and the tattered bundle in his hand rolled to the ground.

As expected, the person who came was Qing Hemiao, who had returned after leaving.

He's not some young man who hasn't been through the harsh realities of society.

His past life's social experience, combined with his education and understanding in this life, has given him a clear understanding of human nature.

Having witnessed such a scene, how could one not guess what might happen?

He hadn't gone far at all.

It is simply the ability to manipulate the surrounding iron elements by using a Stand [metal product] to distort light to a certain extent, thus achieving an effect similar to "optical camouflage".

They hid quietly to one side.

Regardless of where this "Yellow Fort" is located, it seems likely that he will have to deal with this area in the near future.

Instead of passively dealing with potential covetousness and trouble, this is a good opportunity to establish authority and make an example of someone.

This will facilitate any subsequent contact or inquiries about information.

However, just as Qinghe Miao was filled with murderous intent and was about to ask about the situation again before deciding whether to kill him directly.

The man who was being held firmly to the ground and grabbing the cake seemed to sense the danger.

After the initial panic, instead of struggling or begging for mercy, it desperately turned its head and howled at a narrow space formed by a collapsed earthen wall and a few broken wooden planks:

"What are you standing there for! Son, eat! Eat it now!!"

Qinghe Miao looked in the direction of his roar, and his heart skipped a beat.

In that dirty, narrow crevice, a half-grown child was curled up, his face stained with dirt, making it almost impossible to see his features.

At this moment, it stared blankly at us with a pair of bewildered and frightened eyes, seemingly unable to react at all.

The tattered bundle that the man had fought so hard to snatch was rolling down not far from the child.

This sudden turn of events caused Qing Hemiao, who had been planning to kill and enjoy his meal, to momentarily freeze in shock.

The arm that was pressing against the back and chest of the man who was stealing the cake, which could activate the [metal object] ability at any time with just a thought, involuntarily relaxed its grip.

As it turns out, Qinghe Miao had not suffered enough social abuse.

The lower limit of this thing is always lower than those who haven't experienced it can imagine.

Qinghe Miao didn't make a move, while the old woman who had been knocked to the ground struggled to get up.

But her face hardened, and ignoring the pain in her body, she stumbled toward the child.

During the process, he even struggled to pick up a stone from the roadside, staring intently at the flatbread on the ground.

Chapter 29 Jian Guan

That's enough!

Just as the old woman was about to walk away, Qing Hemiao suddenly snapped to his senses, a nameless rage rising within him, and he roared out.

He released his grip on the man who was grabbing the pancake, stood up, and looked around.

I saw pairs of eyes, some numb, some greedy, and some hesitant.

In the blink of an eye, Qinghe Miao simultaneously released two Stands: [Spicy Red Chili] and [Sub-Void Miasma].

The world of "The Legend of Qin" is essentially a martial arts world.

Although they possess internal strength, lightness skills, and extraordinary techniques, very few have achieved any mastery in spiritual cultivation.

Even fewer can effectively attack the spirit and soul directly.

They are all top-notch masters in the drama.

Therefore, he can be much more unrestrained in his use of Stands in this world.

Then, Qing Hemiao, with a cold expression, casually patted a patch of open space next to him.

With his command, the enormous maw of the entrance to the other dimension, the [Subspace Miasma], opened infinitely wide, swallowing him completely!

It forms a spherical destruction space centered on itself.

Following the direction of Qing Hemiao's palm pointing, it rolled unimpeded for about two or three meters.

At the same time, make [Spicy Red Pepper] run at high speed behind [Sub-Void Miasma] along a zigzag trajectory!

Its body, invisible to ordinary people, rubbed against the ground, deliberately raising a large amount of dust, gravel, and debris!

Thus, what those watching Qing Hemiao closely saw was:

This young "Taoist priest," who had returned unexpectedly and whose methods were unpredictable, simply waved his palm lightly across the empty space.

The next moment, a sudden gale arose over the open space, sending sand and stones flying!

After the dust settled, a pit two or three meters long appeared on the previously open ground!

Those around them had never witnessed such unfathomable and profound skill before, and they were all terrified.

While the intimidating power was still present, Qing Hemiao's gaze swept over the surrounding silent people, and he said coldly:

"Stay put and wait for me to come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't care whether anyone around him heard him or not, and suddenly started moving!

They left the scene as quickly as possible.

To this end, he even equipped the [Spicy Red Pepper] into his Stand slot, sparing no electricity to directly strengthen his body.

"Sizzle—!"

A faint electric current hum flashed through the air, and in a few blinks, Qinghe Miao's figure had already leaped far away.

After passing through several piles of debris and ruins, I confirmed that no one could see me.

With a thought, I chose to exit the instance.

The person disappeared completely, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

The next moment, he appeared on a tree on the back hill of his house, and immediately ran down the hill back home, where he began to rummage through drawers and cabinets.

Finally, they found several packets of old-fashioned chicken cakes in the old man's room.

He picked up his old-fashioned blue plastic thermos, ran to the water tank, unscrewed the lid, and gulped down a full cup of cold water.

He then closed the door again, activated the system, and selected to return to the "Bad Guys" instance.

It reappeared at the corner where it had just disappeared.

Qinghe Miao quickly composed himself, adjusting his expression and breathing.

Then, seemingly with ease, with a few leaps and bounds at a speed no less than when it left, it returned to its original spot.

He ignored the bewildered and fearful gazes around him.

First, he bent down and picked up the dusty pieces of bread from the ground, dusted them off, and handed them to the man who was still slumped on the ground trying to grab the bread.

He then pointed to the child still shivering in the crevice:

"Give it to him, you can eat now."

Then, he turned to the old woman beside him, whose stone had long since fallen from her hand, and tossed her the old-fashioned cake that she had hastily wrapped in toilet paper.

"Yours, eat. Right here, in front of me."

After saying that, he didn't care about the dirt on the ground, and sat down cross-legged not far from the edge of the marks left by the stand-in.

The man and the old woman who were grabbing the cakes were stunned for a moment, but then they didn't dare to hesitate or think about it.

The man hurriedly stuffed the cakes into the child's mouth, and then, trembling, grabbed one and stuffed it into his own mouth.

The old woman trembled as she tore open the straw paper, grabbed a piece, and wolfed it down.

Sure enough, they ate too fast and choked on the dry, hard food, their eyes rolling back in their heads.

Seeing this, Qing Hemiao unscrewed the lid of his plastic thermos and handed it over directly.

Because it was a water tank inside the house, it didn't freeze even in this season outside the city, and it wasn't too cold.

The man and the old woman were flattered and carefully accepted the water, taking small sips to drink it down their throats, and then continued to swallow it down.

Throughout the entire process, Qinghe Miao sat quietly in a cross-legged position.

Only when someone around him was making a move would he occasionally lift his gaze and glance indifferently in that direction.

The dent next to his buttocks still lingered with the force of his blow; no one wanted to suffer such a slap.

He immediately lost interest.

And so, under Qinghe Miao’s invisible intimidation, the men, children, old women, and infants stuffed all the food into their stomachs, not even leaving a single crumb behind.

Afterwards, they respectfully carried the empty thermos back with both hands.

"I am Qingmiao. Since childhood, I have traveled the world with my master, practicing Zen and cultivating the Tao, and comprehending the will of Heaven. Now, I am following my master's orders to return home for quiet cultivation."

Qinghe Miao stood up, took the thermos, and no longer looked at them. Turning her gaze to all directions, she spoke clearly, channeling her Qi to ensure that enough people could hear her:

"However, passing through this place, I saw that the mountains and rivers here were beautiful and the people were outstanding, and the feng shui was excellent. It was a good place to stay and cultivate one's Tao. I became so engrossed in it that I lost my way for a while."

Since we are destined to meet, this humble Taoist intends to stay here for a while, to leave behind a small part of my Taoist lineage. I need a quiet and simple place to serve as the initial form of a Taoist temple.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated shacks and numb faces, then changed the subject:

"Before I became a monk at a young age, I came from a prominent family, a well-known clan in the area, and my family had some wealth. Although what I just delivered was all the food I had with me, I certainly did not lack money or food. I am sending a letter today, which will arrive tomorrow."

The construction will likely require your assistance. Therefore, anyone who can gather firewood, cut timber, has some carpentry or masonry skills, or is willing to contribute physical labor, is welcome to come to this place tomorrow!

After these words were spoken, an uncontrollable uproar and whispers suddenly erupted from the previously silent and numb crowd.

A few of the bolder ones seemed to want to go up and strike up a conversation.

However, Qinghe Miao ignored her completely, walked away calmly with her thermos cup in hand.

After walking a certain distance, they did not leave the instance immediately.

Instead, it used the stealth ability of the [metal product] again, silently returning and hiding in the shadows, observing quietly for a long time.

After a while, seeing that nothing worse had happened as he had imagined, he finally felt a little relieved.

Before truly exiting the instance, Qinghe Miao arrived at a more remote, overgrown area and manipulated his substitute to dig a small mound.

They buried his empty plastic thermos in there.

After all, the hygiene conditions of this era must be taken into account.

Given this situation, it's hard to guarantee there isn't some serious infectious disease.

It's best not to take things that people from this world have used from other worlds.

Anyway, it's just an old-fashioned single-layer plastic cup, not even made of stainless steel or with a double-layer construction, so it's not worth much.

Chapter 30 Murderous Intent

Having done all this, Qinghe Miao once again concealed his form using a metal object, and with a single thought, truly left the world of "Bad Guys".