The village chief gritted his teeth and refused to speak, and other villagers were warned by his eyes. They wouldn't dare kill anyone anyway, the village chief thought.
Ye Wuji was furious when he saw that they were dead pigs who were not afraid of boiling water. So he clenched his fists and walked towards the village chief.
"Master once taught me a set of acupoint-pointing skills. He said that no matter how hard the bone is, as long as it is touched a few times, it will definitely become knowledgeable. Today you are lucky enough to see this set of skills." Said, Ye Wu Ji pointed his fingers together and quickly tapped the village chief a few times.
The village chief didn't take it seriously at first, but after a while he realized it was serious. Cold sweat broke out on the village chief's forehead, and he was shaking all over. He felt that every joint in his body was in pain, and every part of his skin felt like there were countless ants. Bite, every muscle seems to be burned by flames. The village chief was like a local emperor in Dushan Village. He had never suffered so much before, and he was not a tough guy. Before Ye Wuji had finished counting ten strokes, he had already begged for mercy.
"Hero, young hero, please spare me! I say! I will say anything!" The village chief burst into tears and rolled on the ground in pain.
"I thought you could hold on longer." Ye Wuji stepped forward to untie the village chief's acupuncture points, with a hint of regret in his tone.
The monk did not agree with him using this method.
"Young hero, this kind of kung fu is not like the right way. It's better to use it sparingly in the future."
"My master said that there is no distinction between good and evil in martial arts. It only depends on how people use it. It's like a kitchen knife. In the hands of ordinary people, it is only used to cut vegetables, but in the hands of villains, it can become a murderous weapon."
"Thank you, Master, for your advice. It's really different from the ordinary people of my generation." The monk praised.
"Master, you are a monk. You are considered a layman. Who do the others count?" Ye Wuji said with a smile.
After the village chief's acupuncture points were unlocked, he actually wanted to run away, but his movements could not escape Ye Wuji's eyes. With a flash of sword light, Ye Wuji's sword was already placed at the side of the village chief's neck.
"The sword has no eyes, you'd better not move around." Ye Wuji said, "Tell me, what is the dispute between you, your village, and the Miao people?"
With a sword held at his neck, the village chief dared not hide anything, so he could only speak: "Ten years ago, there was a Miao girl in our Dushan Village."
Dushan Village is located in the northern Xinjiang, in the Sangui zone between Sui County and Ruixian County. It is a place with poor mountains and harsh rivers and a lack of products. Most of the villagers in Dushan Village are lazy people. As time goes by, no girls are willing to marry in Dushan Village, and a group of men have no wives. What should they do? The people in Dushan Village thought of a good way, that is to steal, rob, or cheat. Some of the women and children they cheated were kept for use and some were sold, but they found a way to become rich.
Ten years ago, a businessman passed by Dushan Village. His wife was a Miao girl. The beauty of the Miao girl made everyone in Dushan Village look at her. So they gathered together and decided to poison Fan Shang to death and seize the Miao girl. This group of people has been doing evil for a long time, and they got their hands on it.
The villagers had also heard that the Miao people were good at playing poison, so they blinded the Miao girl's eyes, broke her limbs, tied her in the cellar and let the entire village abuse her.
Later, Miao Nu committed suicide, but the villagers of Dushan Village did not even let her body go. Since the day they became kidnappers, they have killed countless women. And these dead women, they would not even give them a shabby straw mat. Instead, they cut their bodies into pieces, mixed the pieces of meat with pork, and sold the bones. It is buried in this mountain temple.
This matter was so shocking that Ye Wuji was completely shocked when he heard it.
"You, are you still human?" Ye Wuji pointed at the village chief, his fingers trembling, and the anger in his heart could no longer be expressed in words.