nycdaug Chapter 80 Transformation
Chapter 80 Transformation
Ding Yi glanced at the porridge the old man was holding, then suddenly smiled and shook his head, saying:
"Old man, I already ate when I arrived. Life is hard for everyone, so there's no need to waste food on me."
Upon hearing this, the old man's smile became somewhat awkward, but he quickly concealed it.
"Alright, then please rest well, I won't disturb you any longer."
After saying that, the old man turned and left the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.
Inside the bedroom, Ding Yi watched the door being closed, and his smiling face gradually turned cold.
As night fell, Ding Yi lay in bed, still wearing his clothes, as if waiting for something.
Sure enough, a short while later, a slight noise came from outside the door.
"What a fat sheep! They took three ounces right away."
"I'll just chop it up later, but remember, don't keep the clothes like last time!"
"Hehe, Dad, I think she's quite handsome. Why don't you stay and have children for me?"
A faint, rustling sound, like that of flies or mosquitoes, came from outside the crack in the door, leaving Ding Yi, who was lying in bed, with mixed feelings.
He suddenly recalled Bai Wangyun's meaningful smile when he left, and the helplessness on his colleagues' faces when they heard about the inspection tour. He also remembered why Li Baozheng preferred to live alone in a deserted village rather than find a lit house.
In this damned, chaotic world, people's hearts are not necessarily purer than those of demons and evil spirits; the greatest malice often comes from the most inconspicuous people.
Thinking of this, a certain shackle in Ding Yi's heart quietly opened up. This was the shackle of reason and emotion that he still viewed this chaotic world with the mindset he had before he transmigrated.
"call!"
Ding Yi gently exhaled a breath of stale air, and the oppression in his chest seemed to ease considerably.
Just then, a small knife suddenly emerged from the crack in the wooden door and gently lifted the bolt.
In the dimly lit bedroom, the faint light from the main room shone through the crack in the doorway, casting long shadows of several people standing in the doorway.
Outside, the old man pushed the wooden door in front of him with some doubt, but found that he could not move it, and couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh".
The next second, an incomprehensible force came from the door, and the old man immediately screamed as he was sent flying, door and all.
In the dark bedroom, Ding Yi walked out calmly, his gaze then falling on the people inside.
Besides the old man, there was a man and a woman, both quite young, who appeared to be a couple.
"Ouch, ouch..."
The old man, pinned to the ground by the door, lay there groaning weakly, which immediately drove the other two people in the room into a frenzy.
The man, wielding a machete, chopped down at Ding Yi's forehead, while the woman, holding a sickle, slashed at Ding Yi's legs.
Although these two were not martial artists, their coordinated movements, one above the other, clearly indicated that this was not the first time they had done something like this.
Ding Yi expressionlessly drew the long knife hanging at his waist, then blocked the woodcutter's knife above his head with a horizontal block. With a single kick, he sent the woman and the knife flying several meters away, crashing into tables and chairs before lying motionless on the ground.
"Ahhh!"
Upon seeing this, the man's eyes turned bloodshot, and he gradually tightened his grip on the woodcutter's knife until the veins bulged, but Ding Yi's right hand, which held the knife, remained completely still.
"He's actually born with superhuman strength; no wonder he dared to make this beheading deal."
Ding Yi sneered, then delivered a powerful kick that sent the man flying, spinning in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Ding Yi looked at the man and woman lying on the ground, then walked over to the old man, kicked open the wooden door that was pressing down on him, and then pulled the old man up from the ground.
"Cough cough, sir, spare me! Spare me, sir..."
The old man looked at Ding Yi and kept begging for mercy.
"Pfft."
Ding Yi plunged his knife directly into the old man's heart, twisted and turned it once, and then pulled it out.
The old man's eyes widened suddenly, his face contorted in extreme pain, but Ding Yi pressed him back to the ground.
Ding Yi looked at the old man's convulsing body at his feet, but his heart had never been as calm as it was now.
At this moment, he seemed to have completed a kind of transformation. This transformation came from his determination to find himself in this chaotic world, and from the true meaning that allowed him to live.
I am Ding Yi! Ding Yi from Qingzhou!
Ding Yi watched the old man gradually fall silent, then turned and walked towards the remaining two.
Seeing this, the man struggled to his feet and tried to escape, but the next moment a cold light flashed in the air, and a long knife flew straight through his chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.
The burly man screamed in agony, but dared not move his body. The sharp blade caused him excruciating pain, far beyond what an ordinary person could endure.
The woman on the other side finally recovered. She frantically crawled to Ding Yi's feet and began to take off her clothes.
"My lord, please don't kill me! I'll do whatever you say!"
Although the woman's complexion was somewhat sallow due to long-term malnutrition, she still possessed an exotic charm.
"Sister-in-law, I don't kill women."
Ding Yi suddenly spoke.
"Huh? Big...Big brother, is it true?"
The woman asked, her voice trembling.
"You bitch! You bitch!!"
The man on the other side, seeing this scene, was filled with rage and roared in fury.
"I'll give you a chance, just don't let me see you again."
Ding Yi said to the woman.
"Okay, okay... Big brother, I understand, I'll be right there..."
The woman was about to get up when she noticed that Ding Yi suddenly closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
"This is our second meeting, don't say I didn't give you a chance."
Ding Yi grinned as he looked at the woman's blank face.
"You...you're a monster!!!"
The woman screamed like a madwoman. She tried to grab the wood-chopping knife on the ground and fight Ding Yi, but Ding Yi flicked his finger at her forehead.
"Boom!"
A crisp sound came from the woman's forehead, and she trembled violently. Then, the light in her eyes gradually faded.
Strands of blood flowed from the woman's seven orifices, and she collapsed to her knees with a thud, her body gradually going limp.
As the man watched this scene, his expression gradually turned to terror, but he remained rooted to the ground by the long sword and could only watch helplessly.
At this moment, Ding Yi ignored the man and walked to the old man's side, bent down to pick up the door panel from the ground, and carried it towards the bedroom.
Ding Yi leaned the wooden door back against the door frame, then found a rope and tied the old man's and woman's bodies together.
The man looked at Ding Yi's actions with a blank expression. He couldn't understand Ding Yi's behavior, but his intuition told him that this seemingly young man must have his reasons for doing what he did.
Soon, Ding Yi finished cleaning up the bloodstains on the ground, and after circling around once more, he finally turned his gaze to the man.
"I almost forgot about you."
Ding Yi walked up to the man, ignoring the man's terrified eyes, bent down and flicked his finger at the man's forehead.
At this moment, Ding Yi's body was made of steel, and he could pierce through thick wooden boards with the strength of a finger, let alone this layer of skull.
"Pfft!"
The man's forehead was instantly dented from the impact. Only then did Ding Yi pull out the long knife stuck in his body, wipe it on his clothes, and put it back in its sheath.
Afterwards, Ding Yi returned to the inner room, took out his package, and retrieved some fragments of a Taoist robe from it.
These fragments were all brought out from the Taoist temple on the mountain. Ding Yi didn't know if they belonged to Baiyunzi or Qingyunzi, but as long as they weren't his, that was fine.
Ding Yi took the pieces of clothing and threw them in the corner of the room. He then cleaned up the bloodstains under the man's body, picked up the three corpses, and walked out of the room.