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Capítulo 61

"Gah gah gah..." Li Dihu shook his neck, then pulled back his long neck, contemptuously stepped over the bodies of those people, grabbed the iron bucket from the campfire, poured the water on the ground, then carried the bucket to the prison van parked on the side of the house, bent down and unscrewed the nut under the fuel tank... In a short while, he filled the bucket with gasoline, then came to the locked door and looked inside through the iron bars of the window.

"Father..." The "Wriggling Barbarians" rushed excitedly to the windowsill while still in handcuffs.

Li Dihu shook his head and sighed, "Alas... children, you were born at the wrong time. Now even your old father can't save you." With that, he picked up the oil drum and poured it over your heads with a "whoosh."

The "Worm-headed Barbarians" were stunned. Their bodies were covered in gasoline, and they stared blankly at Li Dihuo, not knowing what he was doing.

Li Dihuo turned around, went to the campfire, grabbed a burning piece of firewood, and returned.

"Father, please save us..." several young "wriggling barbarians" cried and begged.

"Father, are you trying to burn us alive?" The well-informed Dongfang Hong stared in astonishment at the torch in Li Dihuo's hand and said in fear.

“From the moment you were dug out, your fate of certain death was sealed. No wonder your father is so cruel. You can only blame that meddlesome and evil old woman. But your father will avenge you. Go in peace…” With that, Li Di Huo flicked his hand and threw the torch through the window.

With a loud "boom," the gasoline exploded and burst into flames, engulfing the room. The "wriggling barbarians" scattered in panic, emitting groans and howls as they crashed against the cement walls with a loud thud.

With tears welling in Li Di's eyes and his heart breaking, he couldn't bear to watch any longer. So he sighed, dropped to the ground, and hopped away into the darkness before dawn.

The Hakka nanny and Shen Caihua headed straight for "Yan Erbizi" Shuiwan stronghold along the path.

"Oh no! Something's happened..." The Hakka old woman saw the row of houses where the "Rustling Barbarians" were being held suddenly illuminated by the firelight, and at the same time she vaguely heard someone wailing. She was immediately shocked and exclaimed.

"I...I'll go take a look." Dudu flapped its wings and leaped into the night sky, flying towards the firelight.

"Caihua, you follow behind. Master will go ahead first." Before the Hakka nanny finished speaking, she disappeared in a flash.

Shen Caihua recalled the illustrations in the "Lard Lightness Skill" book that his nanny had given him... During this time traveling north, he often felt a gas churning in his stomach, wanting to fart but unable to, which was quite uncomfortable. He didn't know that this was Guo Pu's pure Zhuyou True Qi, which, under the stimulation of the Zhuyou Relic in his skull, had gradually taken shape.

Seeing his master leave so swiftly that his feet barely touched the ground, he became anxious, and his inner energy uncontrollably swelled up, forming a large bulge in his lower abdomen... His stomach was rumbling, so he had no choice but to stick out his little bottom and forcefully squeeze out a fart.

With a long, muffled "pfft," a pungent, hot odor gushed from his anus. His feet momentarily lifted slightly off the ground, and involuntarily, his head tilted forward, his buttocks twisted, and his body leaped from the Kan position to the Shi position. Then, through the Meng, Lin, and Sheng positions, his body naturally soared into the air and floated to the Dun position...

Shen Caihua was taken aback. In that instant, he had already darted dozens of meters away... Overjoyed, he exerted a little force, let out a silent fart, and leaped forward dozens of meters again.

Guo Pu once looked down on those who diligently practiced martial arts, believing that only fools would dedicate decades to such arduous training, often mastering the art only in old age when their strength waned. He thought, however, that exceptionally gifted individuals could grasp the essence of martial arts through conversation and laughter, hence the saying, "Heroes have always emerged from among the young." Based on this, the essence of his self-created "Eighteen Forms of Zhu You Divine Skill" lies in the word "enlightenment"—without enlightenment, one cannot truly master the art. But how many people in the world can truly be considered exceptionally gifted? Even Granny Wang, the bald old woman, and the three Hakka sisters were not particularly gifted in their understanding.

Shen Caihua was not a child with good comprehension, but when he was young, he accidentally absorbed the true energy of Zhuyou stored by Guo Pu in the "Zhuyou Burial Ruler". As a result, a "Zhuyou Relic" grew in his brain. With this thing in his brain, he would have a magnetic field to sense and associate with all the skills of Zhuyou, until he had an epiphany, and he would not be bound by any specific method of learning martial arts.

That's why Shen Cai suddenly realized that by controlling his farts with his mind, he could actually perform "Lard Lightness Skill." Things in this world are just that simple! The nanny was running so fast; she might have been secretly farting in her pocket.

Thinking of this, Xiao Caihua was overjoyed. With a loud "poof," he chased after it without his feet touching the ground.

Chapter 89 of the main text

Inside the locked house, thirty-six "humanoid worm-headed barbarians" were imprisoned. Most of them were already burning, their flesh and fat sizzling and emitting a strong, acrid smell. Some were already dead, lying on the ground being trampled by the desperate worm-headed barbarians. In the firelight, their shouts and groans grew weaker and weaker.

When Dongfang Hong discovered that his father was carrying a gasoline can to kill him, he quickly retreated and hid behind Xiong Dahai's burly figure. When the fire started, he quickly took off his clothes, urinated on them, and then covered his mouth and nose with the wet clothes. He rolled to the foot of the wall to prevent himself from suffocating from the thick smoke.

Xiong Dahai's clothes were already on fire, but he showed no fear amidst the raging flames, shouting furiously, "Burn! I'll be a hero again in eighteen years!"

"Grandma...Grandma, it's too late, it's too late," Dudu called out anxiously in mid-air.

The Hakka woman rushed to the front of the house, peered through the window, and saw that the entire house was already engulfed in flames. She could only shake her head helplessly; alas, it was beyond saving. As she sighed, her gaze fell upon the prison van, where a trickle of gasoline was flowing towards her, and several unconscious guards lay on the ground not far away. The woman knew something was wrong. She quickly leaped forward, grabbing one guard in each hand and running to the grass behind another row of houses. Then she hurried back and grabbed two more…

At this moment, Shen Cai, using his newly mastered "Lard Lightness Skill," had arrived behind the burning house. He heard Xiong Dahai's desperate cries from inside... In a moment of panic, he pointed his right index finger to the sky and subconsciously recited the incantation of the ninth form of the Zhu You Divine Skill, "Opening the Heavenly Gate." A series of strange Sanskrit sounds uttered from his small mouth: "Om Om Ho, Nangka Shana Taghahara..."

As he chanted incantations, he pressed his index finger against the back wall of the house, drawing a small door...

With a loud "boom," the cement brick wall shattered and then collapsed outwards. A burly man engulfed in flames stumbled out, charged diagonally for over twenty steps, and plunged headfirst into the Yitong River. Shen Caihua, seeing his retreating figure, recognized the man as Xiong Dahai.

"Help me..." A thin, bony hand reached out from inside the broken wall. In the firelight and thick smoke, an old man was struggling to crawl out, covering his mouth and nose.

"Oh, there's a back door here? Caihua, get out of the way, it's too dangerous..." Hearing the commotion behind the house, the Hakka nanny rushed over and caught sight of Chen Caihua and the dying "Ruotou Man" old man pleading for help. The nanny was shocked and quickly grabbed the old man's arm, pulling him out forcefully. With her other hand, she hooked her arm around Chen Caihua and hurriedly ran towards the riverbank dozens of meters away.

With a deafening roar, the prison van's fuel tank exploded, sending flames soaring into the air...

The Hakka woman breathed a sigh of relief, looked closely at the thin old man, and was secretly delighted, for at least one of them was still alive.

"What's your name?" the Hakka woman asked.

“My surname is Dongfang, and my given name is Hong…” Dongfang Hong answered, panting heavily.

"Splash, splash..." In the Yitong River, Xiong Dahai was struggling up and down in the middle of the whirlpool. It turned out that the burly Tongbei Quan master could not swim.

Seeing this, Shen Caihua had a sudden inspiration and threw the suction cup in his hand into the water with a "whoosh".

The suction device opened its huge belly and rolled up, covering Xiong Dahai. Then it leaped onto the riverbank, spread its body, and released Xiong Dahai. At this time, Xiong Dahai's clothes were charred and scattered in the river, and his body was covered in wounds.

"Thank you for saving me, young brother. I am deeply grateful." He recognized Shen Caihua and, lying on the ground enduring the excruciating pain, clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I am extremely grateful to you both for saving my life, and I will repay you tenfold in the future," Dongfang Hong said firmly after catching his breath.

The Hakka woman nodded and said, "Would you two like to accompany this old woman into the pass?"

“We are willing to follow our benefactor,” Dongfang Hong and Xiong Dahai replied in unison.

The Hakka woman frowned and said, "Xiong Dahai's injuries are quite serious. He should have received treatment and recuperation, but the police will be catching up soon... Dongfang Hong, who exactly set you on fire?"

“It’s Dad,” Dongfang Hong replied.

"Old Master Li?" the Hakka nanny asked in confusion.

"It was him. We thought he was here to rescue us, but we never expected him to cruelly kill his own flesh and blood to silence us..." Dongfang Hong said with indignation.

The Hakka woman nodded: "I should have guessed it was him. Li Dihuo would never tolerate the 'Worm-headed Barbarians' being exposed in broad daylight."

"What is your esteemed name, benefactor?" Dongfang Hong asked humbly.

“Hakka nanny,” the nanny said calmly, “you wait here, this old woman will go find two sets of clothes.” With that, she walked towards the back of the row of houses.

Before long, the Hakka woman returned with two sets of police uniforms, which had been stripped from the clothes of the two unconscious guards. "Hurry up and try them on," she urged.

Dongfang Hong was almost unharmed, so he quickly changed into his blue winter police uniform and solemnly put on his peaked cap. Then, following the nanny's instructions, he helped Xiong Dahai, who was covered in burns, to put on his uniform with difficulty. Neither of their clothes fit well; Dongfang Hong's were too big and baggy, while Xiong Dahai's were too small and wrapped tightly around his body.

“If Captain Qi looks for the old woman and she’s not there, it will definitely arouse suspicion. He might chase us south. So, we can’t go south directly now. We have to go north and go around out of Nong’an County to be safe,” the Hakka old woman said thoughtfully, glancing at the opposite bank of the river. She noticed a small wooden boat moored in the reeds on the other side and had an idea.

"Grandma...Grandma, Dudu, go get the little boat...get it over here." The big parrot Dudu, with its sharp eyes, volunteered.

“Alright,” the Hakka woman nodded in agreement.

Dudu flapped its wings and flew across the Yitong River, landing on the small wooden boat. Then, with a powerful peck of its huge, curved beak, it snapped the rope that was tied to it. With the rope end in its mouth, it flew up and frantically flapped its wings, managing to pull the small boat, which was swaying precariously, across the river.

Dongfang Hong and Xiong Dahai were very surprised. They looked at each other and thought to themselves, "Even our benefactor's big bird is so powerful!"

The Hakka woman leaped onto the small wooden boat, sat at the stern with a single oar in her hand, and beckoned everyone to board. With Dongfang Hong's help, Xiong Dahai struggled to step into the small boat and sit down.

Shen Caihua, holding a suction cup, secretly squeezed out a small fart, then leaped onto the bow of the boat, leaving the Hakka nanny stunned.

"Talent, you've learned 'Zhu You Qing Gong' so quickly?" the Hakka nanny said happily.

"Yes, Master, it's actually quite simple," Shen Caihua replied with a smile.

"Good apprentice, you are truly a promising talent." The Hakka nanny was extremely satisfied.

The Yitong River flowed gently, and the small wooden boat drifted downstream. The "Yan Er Bizi" bay receded into the distance, and finally, the red flames slowly disappeared from sight.

As dawn broke, a layer of white, damp mist enveloped the water. Soon after, they saw the water suddenly clear up in the distance, and they had drifted into the Songhua River.

Shortly after starting work in the morning, the county bureau's duty room received the news, and the young duty officer rushed into the bureau chief's office.

"Chief, there's a fire at the secret stronghold where 'Wormhead Barbarian' is being held..." the duty officer reported, his face pale.

"What!" Director Wen jumped up from his chair.

"We just received an emergency call from Kaoshan Township. Some farmers went to work in the fields early in the morning and found that the old Japanese house in 'Yan Erbizi' Shuiwan was on fire. They went to check and found many charred bodies, so they immediately reported it to the police," the duty officer said.

"Where are our guards?" Director Wen asked anxiously.

"They're all unconscious," the duty officer replied nervously.

"Immediately notify Captain Qi, bring the forensic doctor, and the criminal investigation team must depart immediately!" Director Wen ordered, then rushed out of the office.

Two police cars sped out of the county town, heading straight for the secret outpost on the banks of the Yitong River in Kaoshan Township.

In the old house where "Yan Erbizi" was imprisoned in Shuiwan, the smoke had mostly dissipated, but the air still smelled of burning corpses. Dozens of charred corpses, their faces unrecognizable, were piled up one on top of another, a horrific and gruesome sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Not far from the house was the prison van whose frame had been burned to a crisp.

Director Wen stared at the corpses of these "Nong'an insect people" with a pale face, his mouth tightly shut and he remained silent.

Captain Qi ordered his men to quickly count the number of bodies, while the forensic technicians, wearing white gloves, meticulously searched for clues in the room.

The forensic doctor crouched behind the building and injected each of the unconscious guards with medication. Before long, they gradually regained consciousness.

"What exactly happened?" Director Wen demanded sternly of the guard.

“Chief, it’s…it’s a ghost…” an elderly guard said weakly.

"Ghost? What ghost?" Director Wen asked, puzzled.

"A long-necked ghost, its neck is this long..." the man said, spreading his arms to demonstrate, "white skin, a bald head, it's terrifying..."

Director Wen impatiently interrupted him: "You mean, a long-necked ghost set fire to those 'wriggling barbarians' and burned them to death?"

"I don't know. The ghost spewed a foul odor from its mouth, like the stench of a weasel. We couldn't smell it and then we knew nothing more," the guard replied, still shaken.

At this moment, the technician hurriedly came over carrying a bucket and reported, "Chief, someone deliberately set the fire. There are traces of gasoline on this bucket, and several fingerprints were found on it. They have been removed and taken back to the bureau for comparison and investigation."

Director Wen sighed deeply, his heart filled with despair. The "Spring Crackdown" had just concluded successfully, but he never expected that these thirty-six "humanoid worm-headed barbarians" would be reduced to ashes. How could he explain this to the leaders of the county party committee and the county government...?

"Chief, after counting, a total of thirty-four charred corpses of 'Wriggling Barbarians' were found, but strangely, two are missing," Captain Qi said solemnly as he walked over.

"Oh, can you find out who the two missing bodies belong to?" Director Wen asked.

Captain Qi shook his head and said, "They're all charred; the corpses are unrecognizable."

"Alas, all our efforts have been in vain..." Director Wen murmured in utter frustration. "Let's go to the Demon's Den and find Sister Li from Taiwan."

Captain Qi nodded, turned around, and drove away in a hurry.

Chapter 90 of the main text

The jeep was parked in the village, and a group of children gathered around it. Someone volunteered to take Captain Qi to Grandpa Li Dihuo's house.

Upon entering the courtyard, I saw Ge Lao Er sitting on the threshold, sulking and ignoring everyone.

"Ge Lao Er, is Sister-in-law Li home?" Captain Qi recognized the man; it was the day Wang Laonian died.

Ge Lao Er pouted, glanced to the side, and didn't say another word.

"Hey, Ge Lao Er, this is Captain Qi from the county public security bureau. Have you forgotten?" Captain Qi reminded him.

"Not here, not here, none of them are here..." Ge Lao Er kept muttering to himself.