readytorunbook Chapter 764 The Bandit Leader's End, A Desperate Confession
Chapter 764 The Bandit Leader's End, A Desperate Confession
However, in that brief moment, a bloody massacre had already ended. Apart from the bandit leader, Guo Jianglong, who was lying limp on the ground, and a few bandits who were so terrified that they were trembling on the ground and even forgot to beg for mercy, the remaining three thousand bandits were all killed by Lin Ping and Lin Shu in such a short time!
Looking around, the entire mountain stronghold was stained with blood, as if it had become a hellish scene. Corpses lay scattered about, some still with expressions of terror, while others were unrecognizable.
The entire mountain stronghold was littered with corpses, and blood flowed like a river. The afterglow of the setting sun cast an eerie crimson hue over the land.
Lin Ping and Lin Shu stood side by side amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, their white robes pristine and immaculate. Their faces were expressionless, as if they had done something utterly insignificant. Only the unextinguished flame in their eyes revealed the turmoil and weight of their emotions.
There was a sense of satisfaction in getting revenge, but more than that, there was a deep-seated hatred for the bandits and the outlaws who had not yet been fully vented!
They walked step by step toward the only living and most important target—the dragon crossing the river.
Their steps were slow, yet they carried an invisible pressure, like the footsteps of death, leading them step by step toward the end of despair.
Crossing the River Dragon watched Lin Ping and Lin Shu approach step by step, his eyes filled with extreme fear and despair. He wanted to escape, but found that his limbs were no longer under his control, and he couldn't even stand up. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.
He could only watch helplessly as these two women, like demons, walked up to him.
Lin Ping looked down at him, her eyes icy: "Crossing-the-River Dragon, do you still remember the innocent people you slaughtered? Do you still remember the Xinghua Village you massacred? Do you still remember the old people, children, and women you killed? Do you still remember the grain you stole and the houses you burned down? Do you still remember what you just did to us sisters?"
Each question was like a heavy hammer, striking Guo Jianglong's heart. His body trembled even more violently, and his face drained of all color, turning ashen.
"I...I..." He opened his mouth, finally managing to squeeze out a few incoherent syllables, "I was wrong...I was really wrong...Two fairy maidens...no...two ancestors...please spare me...I'm willing...I'm willing to be your slave...I'll give you all the gold and silver I stole...please...spare my life..."
He was in tears, behaving grotesquely, showing no trace of his former arrogance and ferocity.
Lin Shu's lips curled into a cold smile: "To be your slave? Do you even deserve that? Gold and silver? Those things stained with blood, we sisters find them disgusting!"
"As for sparing your life?" Lin Ping shook her head, her voice devoid of any emotion. "What about the villagers' relatives, their fellow villagers? Can they come back to life? The blood debt you owe must be repaid with your blood, with your life!"
"No! Don't kill me! Please!" Guo Jianglong completely broke down. He crawled on the ground like a dog, trying to grab Lin Ping's ankle. "I can tell you where I hide things! I have many secrets! I..."
Lin Ping gently lifted her foot, avoiding his touch. She looked at the man who had once brought her endless pain and hatred, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, which was then replaced by a resolute killing intent.
“We don’t care about anything of yours. Your death is the best comfort to our fellow villagers.”
After saying that, Lin Ping stopped looking at him and nodded to Lin Shu.
Lin Shu understood and slowly walked towards the man who had crossed the river. Her eyes were calm, eerily calm.
As Guo Jianglong watched Lin Shu's figure draw ever closer, his eyes filled with utter terror. He writhed wildly, emitting strange, guttural noises, but could not stop death from descending upon him.
Lin Shu stopped and stood in front of Guo Jianglong. She slowly raised her hand, her slender fingers pointing at Guo Jianglong's head.
"For the innocent civilians and villagers you killed, for the villagers of Xinghua Village, for your atrocities against us sisters..." Lin Shu said softly, her voice trembling slightly, a testament to the grief and anger she had suppressed for so long.
"Die!"
As his fingertips touched the ground, a barely perceptible stream of black energy shot out and entered Jiang Long's brow.
Guo Jianglong's body stiffened abruptly, his expression frozen in extreme terror. His eyes widened as if trying to see something, but quickly, all life vanished from them. His body went limp to the ground, lifeless.
He's dead. This wicked bandit leader, who had committed countless atrocities and harmed countless lives, finally met his deserved end in despair and fear.
Great revenge must be avenged!
Lin Ping and Lin Shu stood quietly beside the lifeless body of Guo Jianglong, as if time itself had frozen at that moment. The setting sun, like blood, cast their long shadows on the ground, making them look like two silent sculptures.
The flames of revenge had once burned fiercely in their hearts, but now, with the death of the traitor, that intense emotion gradually subsided. However, the painful memories of being killed and humiliated by him remained like deep scars branded into their souls, indelible no matter what.
Lin Ping's hands trembled slightly as she stared at the corpse of Guo Jianglong, her eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions: relief, resentment, and unspeakable sorrow. Lin Shu stood quietly to the side, her face as pale as paper, her lips tightly pressed together, seemingly still reeling from the intense battle.
A deathly silence enveloped them, broken only by a gentle breeze that ruffled their hair and the hems of their clothes. There were no cheers, no joy, only a heavy emptiness and weariness that enveloped them.