Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 72 Burying the Scum, Benefiting Society (Please Subscribe)

As the three walked, the number of people around them gradually decreased, and some construction sites surrounded by barriers appeared on both sides of the road, but they were quiet inside, as if they had been idle for a long time.

Cheng Mo cracked his knuckles.

Xia He tugged at Cheng Mo's sleeve: "Wait a minute, little Taoist priest, let's give Golden Hair another chance."

Cheng Mo hummed in agreement and looked at Wang Zhenqiu's retreating figure: "For Xia He's sake, I'll give you another chance."

Wang Zhenqiu didn't even turn his head, and said irritably, "You two, stop making sarcastic remarks! You were the ones who said we should take the shortcut, but now that there's no one around, you complain that the path I led you on is deserted!"

Cheng Mo and Xia He exchanged a glance and stopped teasing him.

Xia He looked around: "This road isn't blocked off, so why isn't anyone using this route?"

Cheng Mo said, "We should avoid construction sites if possible. Besides, you can see that construction has obviously been suspended for a long time. Something must have happened, and people feel it's bad luck and don't want to leave."

As they were talking, the three of them stopped at the same time and looked in unison at a gap in the fence of a construction site to their right.

There stood a man dressed in ordinary work clothes, about thirty years old, with an average appearance.

Seeing the three looking over, he smiled kindly and waved to them, appearing as a friendly passerby.

However, in the next instant, Cheng Mo's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The man's smile froze instantly. Before he could react, Cheng Mo had already rushed in front of him and slammed his fist heavily into the ground at his feet!

boom!

With a muffled thud, the ground cracked.

Cheng Mo's hand, like an iron claw, suddenly pulled upwards—

Crack!

He actually pulled a metal box lid disguised as the color of the ground out of the mud!

The lid of the box is connected to a dark, gaping hole below.

As the lid of the box was opened, a rustling sound came from the ground around it, and the soil quickly loosened and sank.

Almost simultaneously, faint cries could be heard coming from above.

The man in overalls paled, instinctively taking a half-step back, his voice rising: "What are you doing? Do you know whose territory this is?!"

Wang Zhenqiu walked up with a smile and slapped the man on the shoulder: "Brother, don't be so impulsive."

Love Massage Begins.

The man trembled violently, his face flushed, his eyes rolled back, and he made strange "hoarse" sounds. He collapsed limply to the ground, his limbs still twitching unconsciously, and he uttered incoherent nonsense.

Cheng Mo ignored this and used both hands and feet to quickly clear away the mud that was being poured into the cave entrance, reaching his hands into the dark cave to grope around.

Xia He also ran over to help, and the two of them shoveled at it together.

Before long, Cheng Mo's hand touched something, and Xia He also touched a piece of clothing at the same time.

"Got her!" The two men pulled at the same time, dragging a little girl out of the hole.

The little girl looked to be no more than five or six years old. Her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in mud. Only her two eyes were open in terror as she sobbed, too frightened to even cry out loud.

Xia He immediately hugged her, patted her back, and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay, sister is here, the bad guy has been defeated." She coaxed her gently while carefully wiping the mud off the child's face.

The little girl trembled in Xia He's arms, her sobs gradually subsiding. Perhaps from excessive fright, or perhaps from feeling safe, she soon drifted off to sleep.

Cheng Mo and Wang Zhenqiu squatted down next to the limp man.

Wang Zhenqiu stopped the massage and poked him: "Hey, wake up, it's time to answer the questions."

The man's eyes were unfocused; he wasn't fully awake yet.

Cheng Mo quickly pressed several acupoints and nerve clusters on the man's body.

"Ugh!" The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered. He bounced up like a fish out of water, then crashed back to the ground, his face contorted and tears streaming down his face.

He had barely opened his eyes and hadn't even had a chance to beg for mercy when Wang Zhenqiu pressed his finger against his neck again.

The Love Massage is back in action.

The man's expression instantly changed from one of pain and contortion to one of ecstasy, with drool dripping from his mouth.

Cheng Mo waited a few seconds, then another painful blow brought him back to his senses.

Wang Zhenqiu adds "massage" to the list.

Awake, delirious; in pain, in pleasure.

After several rounds of this, the man's mental defenses completely collapsed. His eyes glazed over, and he began to mutter unconsciously, "I'll talk—I'll tell you everything—stop it—please—"

Wang Zhenqiu squatted down, his tone relaxed: "Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier? Tell me, what do you do for a living?"

The man said weakly, "My name is Li Youcai—I'm here to show Boss Wang the documents—"

Wang Zhenqiu poked his forehead: "Why did you bury the child? Did you have a grudge against him?"

The man shook his head: "It's just something I did for fun."

"Play? Play burying someone alive?" Cheng Mo's voice was extremely cold and sharp, and Wang Zhenqiu subconsciously moved to the side upon hearing it.

A morbid excitement flashed in the man's eyes: "I—I was just looking for some fun. At first—it was cats and dogs—I knocked them out, threw them in a box—and watched them wake up and scratch and meow in there—when that got boring, I buried them in the dirt—"

He took a breath, "Later—later I felt cats and dogs were boring, too small—so I wanted to try—a child—"

Xia He tightened her grip on the child, her eyes instantly turning icy.

The man's eyes glazed over: "A child—a child cries, calls for 'Mommy'—the voice is so sweet—I only tried it once—I couldn't resist—"

"Scumbag!" Xia He shouted angrily, raising her foot to kick the man hard in the lower body!

"Agh—!!!" The man let out a shrill scream that was not human, his eyes bulged out, his whole body curled up like a shrimp, then his head tilted to the side and he fainted from the pain.

Wang Zhenqiu continued, "Do you know anyone from the Medicine Immortal Society?"

The man naturally couldn't answer.

Wang Zhenqiu clicked his tongue and casually gave him a love massage.

The unconscious man's body convulsed violently, his lower body ruptured, and blood gushed out. He became completely still within seconds.

"Wow, this Gu attack acted pretty timely." Wang Zhenqiu jumped back a step to avoid being splattered with blood. "This guy really is a spy planted by the Medicine Immortal Society, isn't he?"

Xia He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, we are defending ourselves."

Cheng Mo added, "They were even trying to stab us with steel bars just now."

He looked around, found a shovel, and started to widen the pit where he had buried the person.

Xia He looked at the unconscious child, somewhat worried: "What should we do with this child?"

Wang Zhenqiu took out his phone: "I'll contact Nationwide and have them send the person back and clean up this place. Murder is easy, but disposing of the body is difficult. Leave professional matters to professionals."

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Cheng Mo thought it was feasible, and without stopping, he quickly dug a deep pit large enough to bury a person, and threw Li Youcai's body into it.

Wang Zhenqiu walked to the side to make a phone call, briefly explained the situation to the person who answered, omitting the details about Xia He and Cheng Mo, and gave the location.

Cheng Mo then began filling the pit with soil, leveling and compacting it. He then picked up a few discarded steel bars from the side, inserted them diagonally into the leveled ground, and finally found a rusted steel plate to place on the steel bars and made a mark.

Xia He had just finished wiping the child's face clean when she looked up and saw Cheng Mo's "work," and paused for a moment: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Mo patted the dirt off his hands: "Make a mark so the company people can just dig it up when they come, saving them the trouble of looking for it."