Full-Level Fierce Person

"Smells bad?"

Fang Zhixing sniffed, dismissing the scents of excrement, sweat, and bad breath in the air, indeed, a unique foul odor was mixed in.

It was the smell of a corpse!

It was the end of September, and the presence of a corpse odor meant that the death must have occurred over forty-eight hours ago.

"You said Uncle Liu was murdered, how did you know?" Fang Zhixing asked.

"Oh, your Uncle Liu died a horrific death!"

Auntie Wang gestured with her hands near her chest a few times as she narrowed her eyes and made faces, "He was ripped open, his heart, his liver, his lungs—all gone!"

Ripped open!

The organs had been removed!

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but inhale sharply.

His first reaction was that the Ogre who had killed Erhu had struck again!

Uncle Liu lived alone and had no dependents; naturally, he had become one of the Ogre's targets.

Fang Zhixing frowned tightly, feeling a chill running through his heart.

Creak!

At that moment, the door to the inner room opened.

The old village chief came out from the room.

He pinched his nose, his expression solemn as he walked up to the villagers, fussing with his dry tobacco pipe.

The villagers watched the old chief.

Fang Zhixing tiptoed to see into the inner room, and his pupils suddenly constricted harshly.

Not far behind the doorway of the inner room lay a blackened corpse; the upper body was unclothed, chest cavity torn open, with maggots crawling in and out of the flesh, creating a terrifying and ominous death scene.

On the table next to it lay half a heart.

This sight...

Fang Zhixing held his breath.

"Fuck!"

Xigou, lying on the ground with his ears drooping, transmitted his words, "After the murderer killed Uncle Liu, right here in his house, he...."

Fang Zhixing responded, "Hmm."

Xigou, alarmed, said, "Next, it might be your turn!"

The old village chief took a puff of his pipe, his eyes cloudy, and announced loudly, "Listen up, everyone, Old Liu has been murdered."

The scene fell silent, the silence filled with indescribable terror.

Erhu died, Old Liu also died!

Erhu's legs were gone, Old Liu's stomach was hollowed out!

It was clear what was happening.

Everyone wasn't foolish, they all understood.

There was a cannibal in Funiu Village!

The villagers fell silent, looking at one another with suspicion and vigilance in their eyes.

Seeing this, the old village chief immediately declared, "Don't panic, everyone. Since there has been a murder in our village, we must report it to the authorities. No matter who killed Old Liu, we have to capture and bring them to justice, to restore fairness."

"Yes, that's how we'll handle it!" the villagers agreed in unison.

The old village chief's authority was built over many years, and no one dared to question him lightly—what he said, went.

"Alright, everyone go back to your homes, lock your doors, and shout out if anything happens," the old village chief waved his hands and dismissed the crowd.

Fang Zhixing glanced at Xigou before turning and heading home.

Xigou got the hint and sneakily hid in the corner of the wall where the darkness engulfed him, rendering him invisible to all.

Once the crowd had dispersed, only the old village chief and his three sons remained at the scene.

Zhao Dahu said, "Dad, are you really planning to report this matter? Just any constable from the county would require us to provide three meals a day, whose house will he eat from? It would still be you, as the head, hosting and spending both money and effort!"

Zhao Erhu nodded and said, "Exactly, inviting gods is easy, sending them away is hard."

The old village chief laughed, "Report? I was just saying that to stabilize the people's hearts and to scare that Ogre a bit."

The three sons immediately understood.

Zhao Dahu asked, "If we don't report it, how shall we handle this?"

Zhao Sanhu chimed in, "Big brother, didn't you suspect the Ogre is Da Niu? If push comes to shove, we could just catch him and execute him publicly, how about that?"

Zhao Dahu shook his head, "Er Gou might have been killed by Da Niu, but not old Liu, he definitely didn't kill him."

Zhao Sanhu was puzzled, "He didn't?"

Zhao Dahu spread his hands, "These past few days, I had my son keep an eye on Da Niu who has been leaving early and returning late, all secretive, not knowing where he went. But the last time old Liu was seen was three days ago at noon, after he went home he never came out again. During this period, Da Niu was under my son's surveillance the entire time."

The old village chief nodded and replied, "When people are starving, they will eat anything. Da Niu ate Er Gou, someone else ate old Liu! If this continues, by winter, perhaps everyone in the village will resort to cannibalism."

Zhao Dahu exclaimed in shock, "Dad, you have also experienced famine before, have you ever encountered such a thing?"

The old village chief seemed to recall something, his expression changing rapidly, then suddenly changed the subject, asking, "How many days has your Uncle Song not returned?"

Zhao Dahu replied, "About seven or eight days, I guess."

"Hmm."

A look of pleasure appeared on the old village chief's face.

In the past few days, Uncle Song and four others had gone hunting and had not returned to the village, greatly worrying Aunt Song, his daughter-in-law, and others.

Aunt Song had been running to the old village chief's house every day, crying and making a fuss, pleading with him to organize the villagers to go into the mountains to search for them.

But in these troubled times, everyone was struggling to fend for themselves, who had the energy or the mind to search for others?

The old village chief chuckled, "It seems the entire Song Family is doomed, died in the mountains. Now that's a good thing!"

His three sons were puzzled, "Dad, how is that good?"

The old village chief rolled his eyes at Zhao Sanhu and laughed, "San, haven't you always fancied the wife of the second Song brother? Later, I'll go propose on your behalf, you marry her, and we'll take all the Song Family's grain and money."

Zhao Sanhu was instantly overjoyed, "Dad, brilliant idea, thank you!"

Zhao Dahu asked, "What about Aunt Song, how should we handle her?"

The old village chief said coldly, "That old woman will definitely make trouble, we must kill her. This way, we'll say that the person who killed old Liu was Aunt Song, who went mad after losing her husband and son!"

Zhao Dahu nodded repeatedly, "Dad, you are indeed very cunning!"

After the discussion, the old village chief instructed his three sons to bury Uncle Liu's body, while he himself went to the house of the second Song brother.

Once the four had left, Xigou jumped out from the darkness and dashed home.

Fang Zhixing had been waiting for a long time, and asked, "Did you hear anything?"

Xigou explained everything in detail.

"What, they suspect I ate Er Gou?"

Fang Zhixing was momentarily speechless, feeling utterly baffled.

Xigou looked at him and said, "I think they suspect you because you've gotten muscular!"

Fang Zhixing paused, looked at himself, and suddenly realized, "That's true, no wonder!"

Xigou added, "The old village chief really is a ruthless man, too dark-hearted, wiping out the Song Family completely."

Fang Zhixing felt a lingering fear and mused, "It was a close call, the old village chief was almost ready to use me as a scapegoat."