“Haha, what a coincidence—” Qi Shan’s expression suddenly changed, his eyes were fierce and threatening, as if he wanted to tear the county governor apart alive, and he said in a trembling voice, “It just so happened that after this incident, the weakest of the three tribes of Shiwu got the opportunity from nowhere, relying on mysterious, treacherous and powerful military formations and tactics, and swallowed up the other two tribes one after another, integrating Shiwu in one fell swoop!”
He half squatted down and grabbed the county magistrate's neck.
"How dare you say it was an accident!"
During the eight years, Qi Shan replayed the battle formation countless times with the help of the fragmentary map of the battle formation obtained from the secret place and the spies from Shiwu.
This formation is really mysterious and wonderful, with occasional hooks and twists, and perfectly integrates the "way of the strange and the regular" in the art of war into the military formation. As the art of war says, "In any battle, the regular will unite and the strange will win", "Those who are good at the strange are infinite like the heaven and earth, and inexhaustible like the sea and the river".
The county magistrate didn't dare to look Qishan in the eye for a moment.
He said stubbornly, "I am from the Shiwu tribe. Is it wrong for me to help my people? I also want to be loyal to Xin, but the ruler of Xin is incompetent. Others despise my origin and always treat me like a foreigner. They have never really accepted me. Why should I work for Xin?"
"But back then, you were trapped in a border town due to a long-term illness. You had run out of money and could only stay in a dilapidated house that was windy and leaky. He ignored the danger and summoned a doctor for you in the middle of the night. Is this how you treat your lifesaver?"
The fingers tightened slightly.
From the very beginning, this county magistrate wanted to use a poor unlucky guy as a stepping stone to block the "death door" for him, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.
Why doesn't this beast just die of illness
As the strength in his hands increased, the county governor's breathing became more and more difficult, and a "woooo" sound kept coming out of his mouth and nose. He twisted and struggled, but his hands were bound by the black and white spirit and could not move. As the air in his chest became thinner and thinner, the square face that seemed to be righteous was filled with blue and red, and the blue veins were bulging. The facial muscles twitched out of control and twisted hideously.
Amid the pain, he actually felt a strange sense of pleasure in his heart - no matter what, he still lived eight more years, so it was worth it!
Seeing that the county magistrate's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were rolled back, his tongue was half hanging out, and he was about to die, Qi Shan sneered and loosened his hand that was strangling his neck.
County Magistrate: “Hahahaha—”
After regaining his freedom, countless fresh air rushed towards him. He opened his mouth wide and breathed greedily. He had never known that the air he was accustomed to was so wonderful.
Just as he crawled back from the brink of death, the hand once again grabbed his neck, forcing him to look up at Qi Shan's face. The county magistrate's body uncontrollably recalled the previous near-death scene.
He clenched his teeth, which were trembling with fear.
"Tan Lezheng, why don't you just give me a straight answer?"
Is this guy going to torture him enough before killing him
"Why should I give you a clean slate?"
Qishan’s answer was confident and justified.
County Magistrate: “…”
Thinking of Qi Shan's hatred and this man's cruelty, he could fully imagine that his fate would be a fate worse than death.
"Nice expression," Qi Shan said. He did not miss any trace of fear on the county magistrate's face, his eyes full of the joy of a hunter admiring his cornered prey and watching them struggle to death.
After saying that, he slowly exerted force with his hand again.
He wanted the county magistrate to carefully sense every inch of the increase in force, and clearly sense the approach of death. Once again suffocating, and once again being pulled back from the brink of death, the county magistrate fell to the ground and kept coughing, his bloodshot eyes almost bloodshot.
He cursed while enduring the severe pain in his throat.
"Qi Yuanliang would never be as cruel as you—"
Qi Shan asked back: "And then?"
The county magistrate choked when he heard this.
Then what
Since Qishan has inherited the name "Qishan", this person should continue to exist in the world, and his words and deeds should also be in line with the real owner
Otherwise, the reputation of "Qishan" will be ruined
Just thinking about this makes me want to laugh—
Even if he walks around in the world as an old friend, he is just Tan Lezheng wearing the guise of "Qi Yuanliang" and not the real "Qi Shan".
Looking back at what he has done over the years, he has done nothing that is humane, but he has done a lot of inhumane things. Otherwise, he wouldn't have enemies all over the northwestern countries and be notorious.
"Evil men will be punished by their own evil." Qi Shan leaned close to the county magistrate's ear, and his pretended gentle tone gave people goose bumps. "Especially an ungrateful person like you. If I really had a 'kind heart', I would chop you into pieces and throw them out to feed the dogs instead of feeding you! Dogs know to wag their tails when they get benefits, but what about you? You are worse than a dog!"
The only stain in "Qishan"'s life was saving the scum in front of him!
"If Yuanliang knew that he had saved an ungrateful person, a traitor with ulterior motives, who was colluding with Shiwu and coveting his beloved homeland, would he have looked at you more?"
Qishan not only hated the county magistrate, but also hated himself. If he had not chosen to go to the funeral and let "Qishan" go on the journey alone, "Qishan" might not have passed by that city, let alone met Yancheng who had ulterior motives. Or -
I wish it was me who died that year.
The county magistrate was so angry that he was shaking, his face twitching uncontrollably, and he struggled to get closer to Qishan to question him.
"Yes, I did 'plan it for a long time'! I am a beast, I repay kindness with enmity, I am ungrateful, I have evil ambitions! But I had a choice? I left him a way out, but he gave it to you. Do you blame me for that? You were the only ones in the formation at that time. Who knew what was going on?"
Isn't the truth something that can be revealed by just his words
"You said he gave you a chance to live and let you escape. Who do you think would believe you? How can you compare with Qi Yuanliang? How can your worthless life be even one tenth of his?"
The county magistrate forgot about the death threat for a moment.
Every word is hurtful and every step is pressing.
"You said there is no more Tan Lezheng in the world? Hahaha, that sounds really nice. Didn't you kill your friend first and then usurp his status? Otherwise, you are the son of a straw shoemaker, a lowly thing with a lowly background. How can you still want to be famous and climb up? Pah! Lowly thing, are you worthy?"
Before Qi Shan could make a move, the county magistrate's head had already been stepped on by Shen Tang. Her face turned ashen and she wished she could crush the head under her feet.
The county magistrate vomited blood.
The sound was like a ripped pocket with wind blowing in, huffing and puffing, indistinct. He continued, "If we're really talking about meanness, what's the difference between you and me?"
Shen Tang glanced at Qi Shan, who looked pale.
"Kill this thing..."
Qi Shan's hands hanging in his sleeves were shaking like a sieve. He closed his eyes and sneered in self-loathing: "Shen Youli, don't you think he is right? I am indeed someone who can do such a thing..."
Shen Tang asked back: "What the hell does it have to do with me?"
Qi Shan's eyebrows jumped: "You use elegant words!"
"Okay, I'm elegant." Shen Tang's footsteps gradually became heavier, and the county magistrate felt that his head was about to split in pain. "Does Yuanliang know what 'innocent until proven guilty' means?"
The facts of the crime were unclear, the evidence was insufficient, and he should not be held criminally responsible, nor could he be prosecuted. The charges against Qishan were all fabricated and suspected by the old county magistrate, and it was a bit crazy to conclude that Qishan was guilty because of this.
Qishan: “…”
He glanced at the half-dead county magistrate and closed his eyes.
"Kill him, he's an eyesore."
I wanted to disgust others, but I didn't expect to be disgusted by others.
Shen Tang uttered an "oh" and stomped his foot.
The skull of the head under his feet was cracked, blood was flowing from the mouth and nose, and the eyeballs were popping out of the sockets like fish bubbles, and finally they were crushed into a pool of rotten flesh.