parentshiftbook Chapter 42 Jiang Baihe's Death
Chapter 42 Jiang Baihe's Death
Lin Qing followed him out, and Jiang Baihe jumped up, his eyes fixed on Lin Qing.
"I am Jiang Baihe, a constable of the Night Patrol. You blind fool, how dare you break into my house? Kneel down! If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your life!" Jiang Baihe said with disdain. His first impression was that a thief had broken into the house to steal something.
He had encountered this situation before, and as long as he mentioned the name of the Night Patrol Officer, most thieves would be scared away.
Without saying a word, Lin Qing suddenly rushed forward, heading straight for Jiang Baihe. On the panel, he had already equipped himself with the two martial arts, Blood Soul Hand and Profound Yin Dislocation Hand.
Although they do not increase physical strength, these two martial arts also include combat techniques, which can be enhanced by the Rebirth Record.
Jiang Baihe frowned. Even after he announced his identity, the other party still chose to attack him, which meant that the person was not a thief at all, but an assassin.
Before the thought even crossed his mind, Lin Qing had already charged in front of Jiang Baihe and threw a punch.
With this punch, he mobilized almost all the power in his body, and also unleashed the Blood Soul Force and the Cold Marrow Force.
As the Blood Soul Force coursed through his body, he could clearly feel his blood and qi being consumed, but his strength was increasing dramatically.
The chilling energy also affected his right arm. Lin Qing clearly felt that his right arm became numb and sluggish, but his skin became tougher, as if it were wrapped in a thick layer of cowhide. He was not afraid of knives and spears and felt no pain.
Crack!
Jiang Baihe struck with his palm, and Lin Qing threw a punch; their fists and palms collided.
Jiang Baihe's expression changed drastically. He felt a tremendous force pour into his right arm, and in an instant, his right arm broke and twisted, causing him to stagger back several steps.
A sharp pain shot through Jiang Baihe's face, causing his noodles to twitch, followed by a wave of intense fear.
"Extreme strength!"
"Who is this? How can they possess such power?"
Even ordinary internal force martial artists do not possess such strength.
In that instant, more than a dozen faces flashed through Jiang Baihe's mind.
In this county town, he knew every martial artist stronger than Ming Jin, and he couldn't imagine which one would attack him.
Standing opposite, Lin Qing felt more confident. With the support of two perfected Ming Jin training methods, his strength was now able to completely overwhelm Jiang Baihe.
Jiang Baihe's fighting skills were not particularly outstanding compared to his.
In an instant, Lin Qing's confidence soared, and he rushed forward again.
"Stop! I am a night patrol officer. No matter who you are, killing me will not do you any good. Stop immediately. As long as you let me go, we can discuss anything!" Jiang Baihe panicked and retreated rapidly while shouting loudly.
Lin Qing completely ignored him, and in an instant, he was right next to him, raising his hand to deliver another punch.
Jiang Baihe couldn't dodge in time. He crossed his arms to block, but was still blasted away by a punch. He was thrown over by a huge force and fell heavily to the ground.
"What terrifying punching power!"
Jiang Baihe looked desperate. This punch had also broken his left arm. The two were not even in the same league.
"escape!"
Jiang Baihe gritted his teeth, flipped himself up, and used his lightness skill to climb over the wall and leave.
Lin Qing had anticipated this, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw out three golden needles, which struck his right leg squarely.
Just as Jiang Baihe leaped onto the wall, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his right leg, causing him to collapse to the ground.
As he fell, Lin Qing rushed close, his right leg whipping around like a whip, creating a powerful gust of wind that struck Jiang Baihe hard, sending him flying.
Jiang Baihe flew even further this time, flying more than twenty steps before crashing to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs were being torn apart, and the pain was unbearable.
He struggled to stand up, but Lin Qing had already appeared in front of him in a flash, reached out and grabbed his neck, lifting him off the ground.
Jiang Baihe's eyes were filled with fear. He felt a powerful force gripping his neck. If this force were to suddenly contract, it could shatter his bones and kill him instantly.
"Ahem! You're from the Yin Yuan Sect?"
Jiang Baihe's eyes suddenly lit up. He felt that Lin Qing's arm around his neck was like an ice block, radiating a chilling cold.
This feeling was all too familiar to him; it was clearly the Yin Yuan Sect's Cold Marrow Strength.
With this force applied, the arm will take on this shape.
Many of the Yin Yuan Sect's servants and even outer disciples possess this kind of power, because the Xuan Yin Dislocation Hand is the standard introductory technique for Yin Yuan Sect disciples, equivalent to the Eight Strikes of the Spirit Snake from the Soul Suppressing Division.
Lin Qing stared at Jiang Baihe with a cold gaze, remaining silent, which only intensified Jiang Baihe's fear.
"Don't kill me! I have close ties with the Han family. The Han family and the Yin Yuan Sect have secret business dealings. We're in cahoots. Spare me, and I'll give you whatever you want!" Jiang Baihe begged loudly.
Lin Qing suddenly exerted force with his palm, crushing Jiang Baihe's throat. Jiang Baihe's eyes rolled back, and he died instantly.
Lin Qing let go, and Jiang Baihe slumped down limply.
"This way of dying is too easy for you," Lin Qing murmured.
He was just hesitating whether to take Jiang Baihe away and torture him with thirteen golden needles, causing him to suffer greatly before he died.
But in the end, he gave up. Emotionally, he didn't want Jiang Baihe to die so easily, but rationally, the longer he stayed here, the higher the risk of exposure and the greater the variables.
The thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly searched Jiang Baihe's body, but found nothing.
So he went back into the room and rummaged around again, finding a mahogany box, about the size of a handbag, in a cabinet by the bedside. It was also secured with a brass lock.
Lin Qing grabbed the copper lock, twisted it with all his might, and with a snap, the lock broke, and the box was opened.
Lin Qing searched through the items and found two hundred-tael silver notes, a lot of loose silver coins, and some gold and silver jewelry and jade bracelets.
This item must have been a gift from Jiang Baihe to his concubine.
A look of joy appeared in Lin Qing's heart. With this sum of money, plus what he had collected from Yin Muhua, the total amount had reached more than 500 taels, enough to upgrade the Rebirth Record to level three.
He carried the wooden box out, dragged Jiang Baihe's body into the house, and poured a bottle of dissolving liquid over it.
In an instant, Jiang Baihe's body turned into a puddle of sewage, and then Lin Qing threw a lit tinderbox, which directly set the puddle of sewage on fire.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Baihe turned into ashes.
Only then was Lin Qing completely relieved. He turned around, went out, climbed over the wall, and fled. He sped through the rainy night and soon returned home.
Since Shen Lian hasn't moved out yet, he's currently the only one living in the rented courtyard, which is quiet at the moment.
Lin Qing entered the house, first taking off his old clothes stained with blood, soaking them in pine resin to mask the smell, then taking a hot bath to thoroughly wash away the odor, and then changing into clean and refreshing clothes.
He went to the window, felt the night breeze, and his mood calmed down.
He was extremely excited just now, especially the moment he crushed Jiang Baihe to death; he felt incredibly satisfied.
He had long wanted to kill Jiang Baihe, that scoundrel, and now that he had finally gotten his wish, his pent-up anger was finally released. How could he not feel happy?