Jingxin stared blankly at this guy.
This guy isn't dead. Is he also a Corpse Demon?
Who is it? Did someone in the village bite him? Did someone violate the rules?
The surprise in his mind flashed by, but the situation at hand was more urgent.
The roaring truck, with its mechanical growl, ran over one person after another.
Corpse Demons are killed once their blood circulation is cut off; blood is the source of their immortality and also their greatest weakness.
And there's more than one way to stop blood circulation than just piercing the heart.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
A piercing shriek, unlike any human sound, rang out from beneath the truck.
Keli saw white particles floating from the rear of the truck and entering his body.
The feeling of fullness and increased strength reappeared, though the quality was much weaker than with the Human-Faced Dog, but the quantity was considerable.
And because Kazuma was still reviving at this time, all those particles entered Keli's body.
This wave, ah, this wave is exclusive experience.
Seeing Keli, who was rampaging through the village's open space with a wild grin, Jingxin became anxious.
If this continues, New Township will be de-ruralized by this guy.
Although the most important core members and industries are not here, if things here get too big, it might be difficult to suppress.
Enduring the immense wind pressure generated by the vehicle, Jingxin forcibly used both hands to stabilize his body with the steel staff embedded in the truck's cabin.
He had already learned the names of the two outsiders from Tian Gong's mouth, and although this guy was wearing a mask, he could be recognized at a glance based on the description of his features.
"Oh no! Shimura Danzo! Stop this!"
Along with the angry roar, he found a foothold on the truck's side step, which was used for boarding, and Jingxin prepared to use it as a leverage point to pry the steel staff, pushing the staff inserted into Keli's abdomen upwards to lift Keli and prevent him from continuing to operate the vehicle.
Just before he exerted force, he suddenly felt a tremendous force.
Keli naturally wouldn't ignore him; he had already prepared and, seeing the truck close to the house wall, directly leaned against it.
"Uh ah ah ah!"
Jingxin first felt a huge heat; the robe he wore was torn to shreds by the friction generated by the wall and his body, followed by a crushing sensation.
Like the sound of crushing a fly wrapped in paper, but a hundred times louder, the bone-grinding sound that sent chills from head to tailbone rang out.
Jingxin's entire body was caught between the truck and the wall; his skull was shattered, his sternum crushed and pressed into his internal organs, the glasses on his face shattered, glass shards and the frame, along with his caved-in nose bridge pressed against the car window, embedded in the flesh of his face.
The steel staff also penetrated Keli's body even deeper due to this impact, and the sudden sharp pain made Keli clench his teeth, but Keli knew that the monk was not dead yet.
Because at this moment, through the cracked car window of the deformed car door beside him, those eyes, now blood-red, were staring fixedly at him.
Keli continued to turn the steering wheel, about to separate from the wall, then do it again, giving this exceptionally hard-to-kill thing a severe blow.
But at this moment, an uncomfortable dull thud sounded.
"Bang! Bang!"
That was the sound of metal hitting metal.
Keli reacted for a moment, then he saw fire ignited at the front of the truck, and the vehicle began to gradually veer uncontrollably in one direction.
It's a gun! Someone attacked the engine below the driver's seat with a gun, and it seemed to have coincidentally damaged the truck's control system, possibly igniting something and causing an explosion, but it seems the truck's quality was still good; even like this, Keli tried the brakes and they still worked.
But! Keli had no intention of using the brakes at all!
The truck's front left the wall, and Jingxin, half-dead from the squeeze, released his wrists, which were almost like crumbled Oreo cookies, letting himself fall like a broken rag.
He had also heard that sound just now; it was a gun! It was unlikely that the mountain people had discovered something amiss and came out; it should be those few kids from the inn who went out to join the yakuza, rushing out of the fire to provide support.
Feeling his body rapidly healing, Jingxin gritted his teeth, enduring the intense, maddening pain.
Very good! Stop the truck, and then just wait to be stabbed through the heart...
Keli's laughter, significantly muffled by the glass, reached Jingxin's ears.
"Ah hahaha! Here comes the dump truck!"
Jingxin watched in horror as the truck didn't slow down at all, like Icarus rushing towards the sun, rushing directly into a residential house with Keli's laughter, without hesitation!
"Boom!"
A huge flash of light shone, accompanied by a deafening roar, making those nearby feel a gust of wind pressure.
It seemed to have directly hit the kitchen of that house, and the burning fire and the kitchen's gas cylinder had some violent reaction.
After the sound of the collision, there was an even more violent explosion.
In fact, as long as it doesn't carry any flammable or explosive gases, a car hitting something won't cause the kind of big explosion seen in movies and TV shows.
Modern industry: I'm really underestimated!
However, the current situation of a full-force ramming into a gas cylinder was unexpected.
The raging fire illuminated the dark village.
Looking at the rolling smoke and the rapidly charring houses, everyone was stunned.
"My house!"
But with a cry of sorrow, everyone reacted, and some immediately went to Jingxin's side to help him up.
"Master! Master! Are you alright? I'll have the children at home come over right away to let you eat something to heal your wounds!"
Others anxiously rushed towards the crowd in the center of the village.
"Hey! Hey! Reina! Are you alright! Reina!"
"Quick! Call those from your family who haven't 'molded' yet! Old Shi Xia seems to be in trouble!"
"Put out the fire! Put out the fire! Many houses in the village are made of wood and are catching fire!"
Footsteps and various chaotic commands echoed.
Suddenly, the entire village became busy, and to make it easier for those who hadn't 'molded' yet to see things, someone immediately brought flashlights and mobile phones.
Gotō Hitori stared blankly at the flickering flames; the person who was covering her mouth beside her just now should be in that inferno now.
However, seeing more and more people gathering, she immediately reacted.
The Goto family on the other side also gave up on their car, which couldn't possibly start, and began to flee.
However, they encountered some trouble here.
Watching the villagers, their faces dark with anger, holding flashlights and steel forks, approaching from several directions, Goto Naoki, holding his daughter and almost exhausted, kept retreating.
Although the villagers were initially scared by the truck and could only run around, they weren't just trembling in corners; they were calling for people and looking for weapons.
"You outsiders! It's all your fault! My child died!"
An old villager, his red eyes wide in the night, roared in anger.
Bochi-chan on the other side was luckier; she came out from the direction of the temple, and the two people inside the temple, upon discovering the headless corpse in the Buddha hall, fled in terror.
But Gotō Hitori had almost no ability to escape; she didn't even know how to get out of the village and could only hide herself in the darkness, begging not to be discovered.
At this moment, no one cared what happened to the person in the truck.
Because no one believed that the person in the truck could still be alive.
That was an explosion; let alone their Corpse Demon bodies, even someone with 'deep Buddha affinity' and a golden body like Master Jingxin would surely perish in the flames.
So they just busied themselves, some rescuing, some apprehending, some firefighting.
But in the center of the flames, the deformed car door slowly fell, and the loud sound attracted the attention of everyone present.
And after the car door landed, they saw a young man, his mask burning with flames and most of his clothes burned away, crawling out of the truck.