Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1272: Li Xiuyuan, the Dragon-Subduing Arhat

They had been oppressed and oppressed by Yuan Batian and his lackeys, and now, when they witnessed with their own eyes those bullies who had once been high and mighty receiving the punishment they deserved, the resentment in their hearts burst out like a flood, turning into endless pleasure and relief.

The crowd surged in like a tide, surrounding Yuan Batian and his lackeys, with anger and relief written all over everyone's face.

Their fingers trembled as they pointed at Yuan Batian, their voices becoming sharp with excitement: "Evil will be punished! You have come to this day! Look at what you look like now, worse than dogs!"

"Yuan Batian, you are such a conscienceless villain, do you know that the crimes you have committed are too numerous to list? Now, retribution has finally come, and you have finally ended up like this!"

An old man, tears glistening in his eyes, his voice trembled, but every word he spoke was sonorous and powerful, as if he wanted to vent out all the resentment that had accumulated over the years.

"And you lackeys, you usually rely on Yuan Batian's power to do evil things. Now that he is down, don't even think about having an easy life! Just wait to go to hell with him!"

A young man shouted indignantly.

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Chang Wei and Esdeath had no interest in continuing to watch them, so they just left and continued their journey in Hangzhou City leisurely.

It is impossible to kill Yuan Batian. He said that he would satisfy Yuan Batian, and if he said he wanted to skin him alive, he would skin him alive. Skinning him alive and killing him are two different things.

And that group of common people could only curse loudly, but they would never have the courage to attack Yuan Batian. Yuan Batian's old father, a high-ranking official in the court stationed in the capital, was not someone to be trifled with, and it would be bad if they were implicated.

Just as the people were cursing to their heart's content, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the noise.

Someone shouted, "The government officials are coming!"

This shout was like a bolt from the blue, causing the originally angry crowd to instantly become panic-stricken.

They were well aware of the darkness and corruption of the government, and that the detectives often colluded with bullies to oppress the people.

Now that Yuan Batian has met such an end, how could the government let it go?

Maybe they'll find a scapegoat to smooth things over.

Thinking of this, the people began to flee, fearing that they would be caught by the government and become scapegoats.

Otherwise, not only would he lose his official position as the prefect of Hangzhou City, he might even die. Of course, it would be better for ordinary people to die than for himself.

When the detectives arrived at the scene, they were terrified to death when they saw Yuan Batian's miserable condition and his lackeys still surrounding him and cutting him into pieces.

They had never seen such a horrific scene. Yuan Batian's body was covered in blood and flesh, with almost no intact flesh left.

The captain of the police was sweating profusely. He knew very well that this matter was of great importance. If it was not handled properly, it might very well implicate himself and even the entire prefectural government.

"Quick! Go and inform the prefect! Something big has happened here!"

The captain of the police gave orders to his men while stepping forward himself to try to stop those lackeys who were still "working".

He kicked hard, knocking several lackeys to the ground, but even so, Yuan Batian's pain did not stop.

At this time, the prefect of Hangzhou City was sitting in the government office sipping tea and enjoying a moment of tranquility.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence.

The prefect frowned, put down his teacup, and said unhappily, "Why are you so flustered?"

The head constable outside the door panted and said anxiously: "Sir, something big has happened! Yuan Batian... Yuan Batian... " "What happened to Yuan Batian?"

The prefect's heart tightened. He could not afford to offend Yuan Batian's background and power. Could it be that he was committing crime in the street again?
He really didn't mean to say that Yuan Batian played too roughly. Every time he wanted to suppress him, he didn't know how much trouble it was.

"Yuan Batian was skinned alive! He is now lying on the street, a bloody mess..."

The captain's words made the prefect's face turn pale as paper in an instant.

The seriousness of this matter is such that if it is not handled properly, not only will his official position be in danger, but his life may also be in danger.

"Quick! Take me to see it!"

As the prefect spoke, he stood up and walked out in a hurry.

This matter is of great importance and I must go to the scene to deal with it in person.

Chang Wei and Esdeath walked side by side in the bustling market. Both of them had outstanding temperament, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The sunlight shone through the clouds, dappled on them, adding a touch of extraordinary atmosphere to this ordinary street.

Soon, their attention was attracted by a young man. The young man was wearing a green shirt and holding an exquisite bird cage in his hand. The bird in the cage had colorful feathers and was jumping happily, as if unaware of the sufferings of the world.

The young man walked lightly with a faint smile on his face. He nodded to passers-by from time to time, appearing gentle and elegant.

However, in Chang Wei's eyes, the young man was shrouded in a layer of faint light, which was the fluctuation of spiritual power, and was extraordinary.

His heart was moved, and he thought to himself: "The Arhat Subduing the Dragon...has the plot quietly begun?"

Chang Wei understood in his heart that according to what he knew about the plot, the Arhat Subduing the Dragon was compassionate and often came down to the mortal world to do good deeds and accumulate virtue in the body of a mortal. And this time, his reincarnation was the young man in front of him - Li Xiuyuan.

Li Xiuyuan, the son of Li Maochun, a well-known philanthropist in Hangzhou, has been doted on by his parents since childhood. It is inevitable that he is a bit lazy and casual in character, but this does not conceal the kindness and innocence deep in his heart.

Just as Chang Wei was about to observe further and even try to devour the faint spiritual light to obtain more information, the sky suddenly changed.

The originally clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds, which rolled in, as if foreshadowing the coming of a storm.

Pedestrians on the street quickened their pace, some were busy closing their stalls, and some were rushing home, fearing that they would be trapped by the sudden wind and rain.

"Oh my, how come the weather changes so suddenly?"

Li Xiuyuan looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, and then smiled with relief, "Forget it, since the weather is not good, then I'll do some good things, so that this trip will not be in vain."

Just then, his eyes fell on an old woman who was staggering. The old woman had white hair and was holding a cane, moving with difficulty in the crowd.

Li Xiuyuan's heart moved, and he immediately stepped forward, holding the old woman's arm, and asked with concern: "Grandma, are you going home? It's going to rain soon, let me take you back."

However, Li Xiuyuan's good intentions led to a misunderstanding.

It turned out that the old woman was originally planning to go out to pack some things to prevent them from getting wet by the rain, but Li Xiuyuan mistakenly thought that she was going home.

So, Li Xiuyuan dragged the old woman out of the door without saying anything and walked in the opposite direction of her home.

(End of this chapter)