From bone collectors to the supreme ruler of humanity

Chapter 11 Murder and Robbery

One of them had barely uttered two words when Lin Yan caught up with him and kicked him in the back of the knee, sending him crashing to his knees and knocking him unconscious.

The last one ran the fastest and had already disappeared into the narrow passage.

Lin Yan watched the last person leave but did not chase after them.

He bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it away.

The control provided by [Shallow Imitation] and [Basic Body Forging] made his move both fast and accurate.

The stone struck the man on the back of the head with a dull thud, and he immediately went limp, lying motionless in the alley.

It only took a few breaths.

The crater fell silent again.

Lin Yan stood there catching his breath, then looked down at his right hand.

This was the first time he had used his internal energy to fight someone, and I must say, it was very satisfying!

In the past, when he hit someone, his fist would hurt first.

Now, if you punch someone in the face, the bones are as hard as iron. The force of the impact travels through your knuckles to your wrist and then to your forearm, where it dissipates as your blood and qi rush through, so you don't feel any pain at all.

"This...this is impossible..."

The skinny monkey lay sprawled on the ground, his face covered in blood, staring at Lin Yan. "You...how could you..."

Lin Yan walked over, squatted down, and looked at the skinny monkey.

"How did I suddenly become so amazing?"

He looked at the skinny monkey, smiled gently, and said, "Guess."

Skinny Monkey trembled all over, tears and snot streaming down his face, terrified: "Lin...Lin Yan, please let me go...I didn't do anything...Wang Agou made me do it..."

"You've been following me all this way," Lin Yan said. "You plan to make your move where no one's around, steal the goods, and kill them, right?"

The skinny monkey opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Lin Yan stood up and stopped looking at the skinny monkey.

He walked over to Wang Agou, squatted down, and checked his breathing.

still alive.

But the blow to the back of his head was quite severe; even if he wakes up, he'll probably be crippled.

Lin Yan thought for a moment, then picked up the dagger that Wang Agou had dropped from the ground and weighed it in his hand.

The things the blacksmith made weren't much better than his wood-chopping knife, but at least they were ironware.

He tucked the dagger into his waistband and then began searching the person.

Wang Agou pulled out a small cloth bag from his body, which contained about a hundred copper coins and a few pieces of silver, totaling about two hundred coins.

The skinny monkey only had about thirty coins on him.

The other two lackeys, one had more than twenty coins, and the other only had a few coins and a piece of copper that he didn't know where he had picked up.

Lin Yan gathered the money together and counted it.

Adding what I had on me, I came to just over three hundred coins.

He put the money away, stood up, and glanced at the four people in the dent.

Lin Yan did not rush to deal with these people.

He closed his eyes, and the perception of "Viewing the Mountain" unfolded in his mind.

The depression is surrounded by steep walls on three sides, with only a narrow path leading up to it. Beyond the path is a narrow gully that connects to the mountain ridge. About half a mile north of the ridge, there is a precipice.

The dry riverbed below the cliff is perpetually dry.

He had been to that place twice and knew of a hidden crevice in the rocks, which was very deep and could easily hold several people.

Lin Yan opened his eyes.

Let's deal with the one in the alley first.

He walked over, dragged the man out, and threw him into the middle of the crater. Then came the skinny monkey, whose throat was slit with a single stroke, blood splattering everywhere. Next came the two unconscious men, killed just as swiftly and cleanly.

Finally, it's Wang Agou.

Lin Yan squatted down next to him, looking at the bloodied and mangled face on the ground.

Wang Agou has been running rampant in the refugee community for so many years, bullying men and women. No one knows how much blood has been spilled on his hands.

Being caught by this bone collector today is a kind of retribution.

Seeing Wang Agou lying unconscious on the ground, Lin Yan did not hesitate at all and directly slit Wang Agou's throat with a knife.

One clean and swift cut.

Then Lin Yan began moving the bodies of these people.

The four of them weighed less than 500 pounds in total.

What might have been a problem for Lin Yan in the past is now a completely different story.

He carried the four people out of the alley one by one and walked north along the narrow ditch.

Lin Yan's perception of "Viewing the Mountain" allowed him to accurately avoid routes that might be seen by others, and he made sure that his journey was smooth and successful.

After walking for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, we arrived at the cliff.

The cliff is not high, only three or four zhang (approximately 10-12 meters).

Lin Yan threw the four people down one by one, and then climbed down the cliff himself.

The dry ditch was full of gravel.

He found the crevice, stuffed the four people inside, and then moved several large stones to block the entrance.

This place would be impossible to discover unless someone specifically came to search it.

Even if they are discovered, they won't be able to trace it back to him.

It's perfectly normal for a few people to die in a refugee settlement these days.

Lin Yan washed the blood off his hands in a puddle at the bottom of the ravine, then rubbed them with sand several times to make sure there was no blood left under his fingernails before climbing back to the top of the cliff.

After completely concealing his tracks, Lin Yan slung his bamboo basket over his shoulder, picked up his wood-chopping knife, and headed outside.

By the time we emerged from the narrow ditch, it was almost dark.

Lin Yan stood at the mouth of the ditch and let out a long sigh of relief.

"elder brother?"

Lin Xiu's voice suddenly came from behind.

Lin Yan turned his head and saw his younger sister standing a dozen steps away, holding a tattered basket in her hand, looking at him with a worried expression.

"Why did you run out?"

"Mother sent me to check on you, brother. Why are you covered in blood?"

Seeing the blood on Lin Yan's body, Lin Xiu immediately asked worriedly.

Lin Yan looked down and found that there were indeed a few faint drops of blood on his cuff.

"It's just from killing a rabbit, nothing serious."

Lin Xiu looked at Lin Yan with some doubt, but didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's go home." Lin Yan ruffled her hair and said with a smile, "We have good news today."

"What good news?"

"The donation amount has been raised."

Lin Xiu's eyes lit up immediately, and she jumped up and down, saying, "Really?"

"real."

The brother and sister walked back along the mountain path.

The moon rose from the east, casting a pale white light on the mountain road.

Lin Yan walked ahead.

He touched the bag of copper coins and silver in his pocket, pondering in his mind what to do when he went to town to pay the donation tomorrow.

Three hundred coins, now the family can relax for a while.

The remaining silver coins could be exchanged for some food and medicine, which should be enough to last the family until the end of the month.

As for Wang Agou and his group...

Lin Yan shook his head, no longer thinking about it.

This world is a cannibalistic place.

He either gets eaten or eats people; he has no choice.

Back in the cave dwelling, Chen had already cooked a mixed grain porridge, but the porridge was so thin that you could see your reflection in it.

Lin Yan took out the money pouch from his arms, placed it on the kang (a heated brick bed), and said to Chen Shi:

"Mother, the donation money has been collected."

Mrs. Chen stared at the bag of money for a long while before finally asking:

"Yan'er, where did this money come from?"

"I picked up some valuable things in the mountains and sold them. Don't worry, Mother, they came from a clean place."

Madam Chen sighed, stared at Lin Yan for a long time, and then spoke softly:

"I'm glad you're alright."