Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty-One The speed of the fat monk was unbelievably fast; Nie Hongxue didn't even have a chance for a second shot before the gun in her hand was snatched away by the fat monk. Nie Hongxue bellowed, lifting her foot and kicking fiercely toward the fat monk's belly. The fat monk's belly suddenly sucked in, and when Nie Hongxue's foot landed on his stomach, her footsole was firmly sucked in, unable to be pulled out regardless of the force she used. Nie Hongxue's face changed; what kind of sorcery was this? The fat monk sneered viciously, his belly suddenly bulged out, and an unbelievably strong force ejected Nie Hongxue away, slamming her into a tree, nearly shattering her internal organs. He, the illustrious King of Soldiers, was like a child in the hands of the fat monk. "Stinky monk, you dare to grab me? Do you know who I am? I am from the Southwest Nie Family; you dare to grab me, I'll have my daddy shoot you all dead," Nie Qi, captured by the fat monk, yelled both frightened and angry. "The Nie Family!" The complexion of the fat monk grew stern. The Nie Family was a sizable family in the Southwest, and not even People of the Secret Sects could be unaware of them. By then, Nie Hongxue also struggled to stand up, speaking gravely, "I am Nie Hongxue from the Nie Family, the deputy commander of Falcon Special Forces. If you dare abduct people from our Nie Family, we will never let it go." Nie Hongxue was beyond furious at this moment. The yellow-clothed elder who had just been sent flying overheard Nie Hongxue's words and felt a bad premonition. Indeed, the Nie Family held great power, but that influence was secular and couldn't reach the likes of the Hidden Sects. Moreover, these two weren't just any individuals; they were Fatty and Skinny Thuoduo, the notorious figures within the Southwest Hidden Gates, the esteemed figures of Wulong Temple. If you were to speak politely, they might not have wanted to trouble themselves, not wanting to incur enmity with a major family over a mere woman. But Nie Hongxue had started by directly threatening them, which was more than Fatty and Skinny Thuoduo could bear. Fat Thuoduo let out a chilling chuckle, pulling Nie Qi in front of him, "The Nie Family, huh? Quite impressive. It seems I'm lucky to have caught a woman from the Nie Family. I wonder if there's any difference between a woman from the Nie Family in bed and an ordinary woman; I am quite keen to find out." "You, you dare, let go of me, let go of me now," Nie Qi screamed, her face pale. Nie Hongxue was also utterly outraged, "If you dare touch a hair on my sister's head, don't think our Nie Family won't flatten your temple." "Haha, just the Nie Family flattening our temple? If I get annoyed, I can make the Nie Family disappear overnight," Fat Thuoduo said, crushing Nie Hongxue's gun into a lump of scrap metal with a strong grip. With a flick of his finger, the lump of metal shot toward Nie Hongxue's forehead at a speed faster than a bullet, leaving her with no time to dodge. Nie Hongxue was pushed forcefully by someone, and the lump of metal flew past, grazing her head and piercing deeply into the tree behind her. Nie Hongxue broke out in a cold sweat, seeing how deep the metal was embedded; had it hit her head, it would have burst open like a watermelon. She looked to the side and saw Long Xiaoshan, who had unknowingly approached her side. It was Long Xiaoshan who had pushed her; sparing her the fate of a shattered head. Nie Hongxue's throat bobbed a few times, but the words "thank you" were stuck in her throat, unable to come out for a long time. Fat Thuoduo saw his good deed being spoiled and glared at Long Xiaoshan. "Kid, you've got guts, daring to save the one I was about to kill." Long Xiaoshan cleared his throat and said, "Great Monk, we should prioritize harmony. For such a small matter, why resort to violence? You should let them go. Aren't we all here to watch the martial arts tournament on Du Long Mountain? It would be unfortunate if something displeasing were to happen that nobody wants to see." Fat Thuoduo's eyes bulged with disbelief. He had seen others who weren't afraid to die, but never someone this brazen. With his cultivation and perception, he could clearly see that Long Xiaoshan showed no trace of having practiced martial arts; clearly, he was not a Martial Artist. As for being a Xuan Gate Cultivator, that was even less likely; those Spirit Masters who practiced mystical arts took much longer to show progress compared to martial arts—decades at least before seeing any real results. It was impossible for someone so young to be a Spirit Master. Could he perhaps be some wealthy young master with a damaged brain? Even now, not grasping the situation. Thinking that the Hidden Sect is just like the secular world—an environment that prides itself on reasoning and rules. Fat Thuoduo had lost all patience for these little brats and wasn't in the mood to play. His eyes were brimming with a lethal intent, as he had already made up his mind to kill. "Kikikiki..." Suddenly, a burst of bell-like laughter echoed. "Wow, big brother, what a bold tone you have, daring to speak to Fat Thuoduo like that." Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw that, at some unknown time, a young girl had appeared sitting on a branch over ten meters above the ground. She looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a bright red dress, with her hair tied into two horn-like braids. She had bright eyes and white teeth, looking indescribably cute. However, this girl sat on a high branch in the large tree, dangling her two pale feet, and in the sweltering heat, she held a paper parasol. Her complexion was alarmingly white—almost completely devoid of color—while her lips were particularly bright red, like blood. Her cuteness was overshadowed with a tinge of eerie menace. Even with the sun high in the sky, it sent a shiver down one's back. No one knew how the girl had appeared and how she had managed to get onto that branch. They hadn't even noticed, not even Fatty and Skinny Thuoduo. When they suddenly turned and saw the girl, their expressions changed. Someone had approached them so closely without their detection, and it was such a young girl at that. It was a ridiculous feeling. Upon a closer look at the girl's attire, they felt it somewhat familiar. While the two of them were contemplating, a chilly breeze swept through, and the brightness of the sun dimmed. A vague shadow emerged from the ground, followed by a woman in black with long black hair appearing beneath the tree where the little girl sat. The woman's face was covered with a white Rakshasa mask, grotesque and horrifying, with only her deep-set eyes visible. Her whole being seemed enshrouded in darkness, as if the light was being absorbed as soon as it neared her. "Sister Rakshasa, you caught up so quickly." "Miss, we agreed before we came out that you are not allowed to run around. If you do it again, I will have no choice but to take you back to the Yellow Springs Palace," Rakshasa said emotionlessly. "No way, I don't want to go back. It was so hard to come out, and it's so much fun out here. Sister Rakshasa, look, we haven't even gone up the mountain and we've already found something fun. The Fat Monk is going to kill someone," the little girl pointed at Fat Thuoduo and exclaimed excitedly. (Today it rained heavily, and my car stalled when I went to pick up my daughter. After a few hours of trouble, fortunately, I managed to get it out, but now the car is still at the repair shop. I'll wait until tomorrow to see if the engine needs major repairs. If the engine needs major repairs, it's going to be costly. I'm feeling down, not feeling much as I write, so I'll stop with this chapter for now.)