Chapter 124: Chapter 124 Evil Ashura Chapter 124: Chapter 124 Evil Ashura The young general crouched down to closely examine Cai Jiang’s wound, and saw a bloody hole so deep the bone was visible, bleeding ceaselessly as if someone had just pulled an arrow out of his flesh.

However, he saw clearly that there was no one else there except for Cai Jiang.

Oddly enough, it was clear that Cai Jiang had been hit by arrow feathers, yet at this moment, besides several large gaping wounds, there was nothing on his body.

The arrow feathers were nowhere to be found.

The young general looked around suspiciously.

Receiving the young general’s gaze, the villagers defended themselves in panic, “We… we didn’t do anything, he was lying on the ground motionless, and suddenly he started thrashing about—it had nothing to do with us, really.”

“There’s something… something in the dirt…” In so much pain he couldn’t bear it, Cai Jiang only got these last words out before he completely passed out.

The general returned once again to the spot where Cai Jiang had been lying and used his silver spear to dig through the patch of earth, but nothing out of the ordinary was found.

As the young general was engulfed in suspicion, his elite troop had finished counting the bodies.

One of them ran back to report, “Reporting to the Left Vanguard, there are a total of 60 bandit corpses and 53 refugee corpses. Among them, 55 bandits died from arrow wounds, the other 5 bandits and all 55 refugees were killed by sword injuries.”

The general nodded and instructed his soldiers to drag these bodies alongside Cai Jiang back to the village, and then looked toward the villagers, “Take me into the village to have a look.”

“Alright, general, this way please.”

In fact, everyone knew that this young man was far from being a general, but who wouldn’t prefer to hear something flattering, so they all addressed him as general, and the young man himself found it very pleasing to the ear and didn’t bother to explain he was just a vanguard.

The villager led them into the village. Originally, there were a dozen or so families with a total of twenty or thirty people of all ages, but now, apart from a few who had escaped with their lives, there were only a few raggedly dressed women hiding in the corners of their thatched huts, shivering violently.

The four men, carrying a child between them, saw his mother lying in a pool of blood, and the boy couldn’t help but struggle free from his father’s embrace and rush over.

“Mother! Wake up, mother…”

“My child’s mother!”

“Father!”

Seeing their blood-soaked relatives, the four men and the boy couldn’t help but cry out in grief.

The young general shook his head repeatedly, “What a human tragedy this is.”

Hearing the general’s sigh, the child’s father turned around and threw himself at the general’s feet, knocking his head against the ground repeatedly.

“Young general, please, you must help us seek justice! I beg you… Ugh!”

The villager was still kneeling and kowtowing when suddenly, the silver spear the young general had been carrying on his shoulder pierced through his chest.

“You…”

The villager had a look of astonishment on his face.

But now, the severe pain in his chest rendered him speechless, and he could only look tearfully and fearfully at his son, who was still holding his mother and crying, and managed to say intermittently, “Stone… run…”

“Why run? Life is so hard, there’s no point in living.”

A trace of evil flashed across the face of the spirited young general.

The soldier, seeing the Left Vanguard taking action, instinctively moved next to the other villagers and, with a swift stroke of his sword, put an end to them before walking into the houses.

The child, hearing the screams from inside the house, stared blankly at the man who had suddenly turned into an Evil Ashura.

Seeing his father slowly collapsing, the boy’s face flushed with agitation.

“You… you’re bad people!!!”

The young general laughed wickedly, licking the blood off his silver spear.

“Next life, don’t be born in such a chaotic era.”

With that, the silver spear drew another chilling arc, and the pitiful child made no more sound.