Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 77 Let's do it! Even a fox might be afraid of a tiger.

This sudden counterattack startled the people nearby, who instinctively tried to dodge or help. The narrow mountain path was instantly thrown into chaos. Two people slipped and fell outwards with cries of alarm, but fortunately, their companions held them back tightly, preventing them from rolling directly down the mountain.

"Gibberish!" The group of people were both shocked and angry, cursing in a local dialect that Cheng Mo and his two companions couldn't understand. The rest of them who could still move, including the "post-80s" guy, all had fierce looks on their faces and started attacking Cheng Mo with their fists and feet.

The situation immediately spiraled out of control.

Xia He and Wang Zhenqiu rushed up at that moment.

Xia He's pink aura surged, and she slapped away a woman who was trying to sneak up on Cheng Mo from the side. The woman staggered backward and crashed into the rock wall.

Wang Zhenqiu flicked his finger in the air, and an invisible force disrupted the balance of another burly man who was about to pounce on him, causing him to pause in his movements.

The narrow terrain limited the encirclement from the opposite side, but it allowed Cheng Mo to better utilize his individual strength advantage, striking decisively with punches, palms, elbows, and shoulders. Each contact was accompanied by a dull thud and a cry of pain.

The man, born in the 1980s, roared, his arms turning an unnatural bluish-black, and he lunged at Cheng Mo's face with a stench.

Cheng Mo neither dodged nor avoided, but met the pair of dark blue hands head-on with a punch aimed straight at the center of the opponent's chest. His punch arrived first despite being delayed, and he slammed into the opponent's chest.

"puff!"

The man, born in the 1980s, had his eyes bulging out, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bluish-black color quickly faded from his arm. He was blasted off the ground and flew backward, crashing off the mountain road and falling downwards.

Another thin man with noticeable energy fluctuations was approached by Wang Zhenqiu, who slid in and tapped him repeatedly with his fingers: "Love Massage!"

The skinny man shuddered violently, his face flushed a sickly red, then turned deathly pale, his eyes glazed over, and he made unintelligible "hoarse" sounds before collapsing to the ground, convulsing, completely incapacitated.

The remaining ordinary people were even more vulnerable, and were easily knocked unconscious and taken down by Cheng Mo and Xia He.

Chaos comes quickly and ends even faster.

On the narrow mountain road, people were lying haphazardly on the ground, and only Cheng Mo and two others were still able to stand.

The three of them worked together to drag the unconscious group of people to the small platform mentioned earlier below.

Xia He wiped the sweat from her brow and complained to Cheng Mo, "Little Taoist, you were too impulsive! What if there's a hidden expert among them?"

Cheng Mo pointed to the steep cliff: "This is not as good as the cliff where we practice martial arts on the back mountain of Liangyi Temple. Look, there are so many branches and vines, and plenty of places to grab on. Even if I really fall from here, I will at most get a few scrapes."

Wang Zhenqiu, grimacing and rubbing his elbow that had accidentally hit a rock while he was punching someone, gave Cheng Mo a thumbs up: "Awesome! But next time, before you rush in, could you give me a signal?"

Xia He didn't argue with him about that, and looked at the people lying haphazardly on the ground: "What should we do with these people now? I think many of them are just ordinary people."

Cheng Mo: "Interrogate them first to see if they are from the Medicine Immortal Society. Once you've got the facts clear, send ordinary people to the police station and hand over extraordinary individuals to the company."

Wang Zhenqiu immediately perked up, squatted down next to A Liang, and slapped him twice to wake him up.

Ah Liang groggily opened his eyes, and what came into view was Wang Zhenqiu's face, which was bruised but had a bright smile, Cheng Mo's expressionless gaze looking down at him, and Xia He's curious eyes.

"Ah!" He was so frightened that he trembled all over and instinctively tried to shrink back. The back of his head hit the rock behind him with a "thud," and he clutched his head and grimaced in pain.

Cheng Mo raised an eyebrow: "It must be because you look too scary, Qiu'er. Look how frightened that kid is."

Wang Zhenqiu: "—Uncle Cheng, you were the one who knocked this guy out, weren't you? It's obvious he was scared by you!"

Once Ah Liang recovered and saw his surroundings, the color drained from his face, but he still forced himself to shout, "You—who are you? Why are you opposing us?!"

Xia He was so angry she laughed: "Get this straight! You were the one who pushed him first, and that's why we fought back! Are you trying to shift the blame?"

Ah Liang retorted, "If you guys hadn't stubbornly refused to leave, why would I be pushing you?"

Cheng Mo was too lazy to argue about who provoked first, and went straight to the point: "Why did you get so nervous when I mentioned the mole behind your ear? Did you kill someone, or bury a body?"

Ah Liang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he shouted in protest, "I didn't kill anyone! I didn't kill anyone! I've never killed anyone!"

Xia He sneered, "You still say you didn't kill anyone? If it weren't for the young Taoist priest's quick reaction, an ordinary person would have been pushed off the mountain and killed!"

Wang Zhenqiu seized on the loophole in his words and pressed closer, "You didn't kill him? What do you mean? Who was killed by you?"

Ah Liang realized he had let something slip, his face turned pale, he tightly shut his mouth, his eyes filled with panic, and he shook his head desperately.

The three exchanged a glance.

Something's fishy.

Cheng Mo knocked A Liang unconscious and walked towards the strange man who was limp on the ground after being given a love massage by Wang Zhenqiu. "Interrogate this man."

Wang Zhen patted the guy on the shoulder with his racket: "Dude, wake up, let's talk about something worth five bucks~"

Once the other party had regained some composure, a new round of "hospitality" began.

There are no complicated interrogation techniques; it's just the most primitive method.

Wang Zhenqiu's fingertips shimmered with Qi light as he gently touched a cluster of nerves.

"Ah!" An indescribable tingling, numbness, and swelling pain instantly swept over half of his body, causing him to convulse and scream uncontrollably.

After the pain subsided slightly, Wang Zhenqiu changed his technique, using a needle-like method to penetrate the skin, causing a tingling, itchy sensation like thousands of ants gnawing at the skin.

"Haaah—haaah—kill me—" The prisoner cried and snot streamed down his face as he struggled desperately but was powerless to break free.

"Tell me, it'll make you feel better." Wang Zhenqiu's voice was gentle, but his hands didn't stop. Occasionally, he would intersperse a painful blow, giving the other person a love massage, making them jump back and forth between extreme pain, numbness, and strange pleasure.

The thin, strange man was already exhausted from the massage, so he couldn't withstand such all-around, intimate hospitality.

In less than ten minutes, his face was covered in snot and tears, and he completely broke down, answering whatever was asked.

Cheng Mo pointed at A Liang and asked, "That guy, the one with the mole behind his ear, was he kidnapped by you?"

The thin, strange-looking man, his eyes unfocused, answered weakly, "Auntie's family had three daughters in a row, unable to produce a son, and she was crying her eyes out—we—we picked the best one—and gave her to her as a son—"

Wang Zhenqiu squinted: "Are you guys a kidnapper?"

The thin, strange man was already mentally dazed from the torment. Upon hearing Wang Zhenqiu's question, he subconsciously answered, "Not entirely."

Wang Zhenqiu wanted to slap this guy to death on the spot; he had even raised his finger, but it stopped abruptly in mid-air.

He took a deep breath and withdrew his hand: "Which ones are the beggars? What's your relationship with the others?"

"Just A-Liang and A-Lan—the rest of the people are from our village—"

Wang Zhenqiu pointed at him: "Point out all the corrupt officials in your village."

The man collapsed to the ground, laboriously raising his arm. He first pointed to A-Liang, who had been knocked unconscious by Cheng Mo, and then to a thin, dark-skinned woman in the corner.

"Ah Liang is him — Ah Lan is her —"