Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

"The mountain collapsed."

Jiang Ran looked at the group of people moving in slow motion, and when Gou Dianzi was about to hit Ma Yiluan's head with the stick in his hand, he let out an imperceptible groan.

A punch was thrown out with a relaxed and freehand stroke, hitting Gou Dianzi's cheek first.

When his fist just touched his face, Gou Dianzi was startled. Feeling the slight vibration on his face, he laughed mockingly: "Didn't you have breast milk?"

As soon as he said the sarcastic words to Jiang Ran, he felt a sudden chill on his face.

Immediately afterwards, unbearable tearing pain spread throughout his senses, and the skin on Gou Dianzi's face crumbled into cracked fragments after being hit by this punch.

The stinging pain from the large patches of cracked skin continued, and his face was completely ulcerated from the epidermis to the flesh, and soon most of it melted away.

The skin, flesh and fascia in the head quickly became tear apart. The punch continued to push forward, and in the next moment, Gou Dianzi's head was like a watermelon, exploded by the punch.

His body froze on the spot, his head exploded, spurting out large pieces of bone and blood, soaking the nearest people in a bloody mess.

After Jiang Ran smashed Gou Dianzi's head with a punch, he casually withdrew his arm and stood with his hands behind his back again.

Large streams of blood gushed out like a fountain, and soon the mixture of blood, brain matter, and skull fragments soaked a large area of ​​the ground.

The few people who were splashed with blood felt as if struck by lightning, and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

When they actually smelled the stench of blood, the emotions in their eyes turned directly into irresistible fear.

Even the mountain villagers, who had experienced death in the mountains as a trivial matter, changed their minds after seeing their bodies covered in blood and brains.

Fear spread quickly.

The other mountain people who were originally surrounding Jiang Ran with a grim smile immediately turned into extremely stiff wooden figures, finding it difficult to even move.

A brief "vacuum" zone was formed in the main hall, centered on Gou Dianzi's headless body, which was still spewing blood.

In an instant, the attack and defense were in different positions, and no one dared to move forward even half a step.

Ma Yiluan pursed his lips, feeling the warm blood splashing on his body, his heart trembling with excitement.

How much he hated Gou Dianzi just now, how happy he was at this moment.

As the corpse in the room lost its support and fell to the ground, Jiang Ran shook his head indifferently: "It's a worthy death."

The village chief's eyes were focused on Jiang Ran. His fingers were clenched around the pipe, and his joints had lost some color, but he was unaware of it.

He simply couldn't imagine why a big and strong Gou Dianzi would have his head blown up by a single punch.

After a long silence, the village chief looked at Jiang Ran nervously and said carefully, "You came to Luoyin Mountain to find your friends, right?"

He planned to calm Jiang Ran down with words first, and then wait for an opportunity to act after he relaxed.

Jiang Ran looked back without comment, and suddenly smiled inexplicably, "Whether it's for a friend or just an accident while wandering around, it has nothing to do with your lives."

Upon hearing this, the village chief's expression froze and his cloudy old eyes rolled around, trying to discern the hidden meaning in his words.

Jiang Ran didn't bother to care about what he was thinking, he just raised his foot and walked slowly forward.

The sticky feeling of the ground was nothing unusual to him, and he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

As he moved, a group of mountain people led by Gou San and Heipang retreated as if they had encountered a flood or a beast.

Ma Yiluan glanced at the headless corpse on the ground and shuddered for no reason.

But when he looked up and saw Jiang Ran taking a step forward, causing a group of people around him to retreat in shock, he couldn't help but feel envious.

Wenwen, who was standing not far behind him against the door, stared at the blood and brain matter all over the floor with wide eyes, and was so frightened that she couldn't close her mouth for a long time.

Jiang Ran was not interested in other people's reactions. He just looked at the village chief who was smoking rapidly and frequently, and asked in a flat tone.

"Why do you want to harm them?"

The village chief looked around with his cloudy old eyes, and it was unclear whether he didn't hear clearly or was unwilling to answer the question.

Jiang Ran was too lazy to continue asking questions, he already knew the answer to the question.

Sometimes not answering is actually a thought-provoking answer.

Jiang Ran knew very well what the village chief's silence meant, which was that the evil deeds they were doing were not occasional, but regular.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the place where Ma Yiluan had just rushed out and walked over with his hands behind his back.

Gou San hurriedly took a step forward and was about to speak out to stop him, but Jiang Ran's casual glance made his hands and feet cold and he became a lot more sober.

He simply waited for Jiang Ran to walk into the passage leading to the house with a basement, then he wiped the unnecessary cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the village chief who was also a little at a loss.

However, the village chief's state of helplessness did not last long, and he soon calmed down.

He glanced at the frightened group of people in the room, suppressed his fear, coughed lightly and said, "Everyone cheer up."

Seeing that the others were shrinking in fear, the village chief considered his words and made a rational analysis.

"This guy looks a bit difficult to deal with, but since he chose to kill to establish his authority instead of tearing his face off, it shows that he also has concerns."

"We are definitely no match for this guy if we fight him alone, but if we attack him together, he may not be able to get away with it either."

As the old man was talking, he simply put down his pipe and waved at Gou San, who was covered in blood and looked a little frightened.

When he came closer, she lowered her voice and gave a few instructions.

After listening to this, Gou San was silent for a moment, then nodded and turned to walk towards the village chief's bedroom.

"Everyone, don't think about staying out of trouble. Since that guy dares to kill people recklessly, it's obvious that he has a powerful background. He probably doesn't mind killing a few more. We can't just let him go."

The village chief watched Gou San enter the house, then retracted his gaze and continued what he had just said.

"I think the village chief is right." Heipang was obviously frightened, and his voice was trembling.

"We won't initiate a conflict with him. If he refuses to give in and continues to attack us, we will listen to the village chief and try to force him to back down."

When the thin old man heard this, he subconsciously wanted to take a puff of his pipe, but found that the tobacco had been burnt to ashes, so he simply gave up the idea of ​​taking a few puffs.

"What the fat black man said is what I meant."

"If he gives up because of our superior numbers, we should first shake hands with him and make peace, and then slowly figure out how to 'entertain' him."

The village chief was afraid that some fools would not understand, so he emphasized the word "treat".

At the same time, Gou San also walked back briskly and said in a low voice, "I went to check it out, it's still usable."

The village chief's nervous mood suddenly relaxed, and he nodded as if he understood: "I think it's not a big problem, you should pay attention to it later."

Gou San raised his eyebrows and his voice returned to normal: "Don't worry, if that kid doesn't know how to behave, we will teach him a lesson."

Ma Yiluan stood at the door and saw a group of people gathered together whispering.

I wanted to listen to what they were saying, but after listening for a while I couldn't hear a few words, let alone what they were planning.

Wenwen, who finally adjusted her mentality, came to her senses and looked at Ma Yilun and whispered, "They are discussing how to deal with Big Brother."