I am a professional at killing time travelers

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Everyone came to Zheng Qiu's house. The yard was crowded with people. Even Zheng Qiu's room was occupied by several children.

Zheng Qiu couldn't help but tremble when he heard the screams and cries coming from outside the door. These were all living lives, but he still felt a little uneasy. The feeling of grief for the dead filled his heart, and the widowers were also holding wooden sticks in their hands and standing ready against the three gates.

It wasn't until dark that the noise in the village gradually died down. Suddenly, there was a hurried knock on the door: "Is the Baisha Sect disciple here?"

Zheng Qiu slowly opened the door, and saw the tall and strong man with a cruel smile on his face: "Now it's time to talk about the population problem!"

Zheng Qiu looked at the women behind him and threw a gold ingot to the strong man without saying anything: "These are enough, the rest is for everyone's tea money."

The sturdy man took the gold and stuffed it into his arms: "That's great! I can save you the trouble of exchanging food for money! Sorry for disturbing you today, please help me clean up the mess later! See you again if we are lucky enough!"

The sturdy man was about to charge away with his soldiers as he spoke, but the dozens of women tied with ropes behind him stood out particularly.

Looking at the expressions of those women, Zheng Qiu felt even more guilty: "Wait a minute! Excuse me...can they be released?"

The sturdy man's smile became even more intense. "I was waiting for you to say that! It's inconvenient to bring so many people with you! If it's two ingots of gold, I can consider it. After all, these are girls in their 18s or 19s. If one of them can get the favor of the immortal, I can also ascend to heaven in one step."

Zheng Qiu thought about it and realized that he couldn't take any more gold. If he took out any more gold, he would probably incur public wrath. Then he moved his right hand and a ninth-grade soul-restoring pill appeared in his hand: "This is a ninth-grade pill that can quickly restore your physical strength and spiritual energy after you are exhausted. I only ask you to let these girls go! I am only an outer sect disciple, and there is really not much I can take out!"

The sturdy man's eyes lit up. For him, a ninth-grade elixir was worth more than all the gold and silver in the whole village. Even in the whole county, there might only be a few of them. Now, seeing this elixir, a hint of murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes, but then he suppressed it: "Of course! Then I will be disrespectful to refuse it, little brother! These girls are all yours!"

There was a group of little girls and none of them looked good to his liking. Even if he took them back, they would have been handed over to his superiors and he would not get any of them. Now that he had the money to pay, the pill was actually in his hands. How could he not be happy?

A soldier walked up to Zheng Qiu and handed him the ropes used to tie up the girls. Then he looked at Zheng Qiu with a smile on his face and said, "Take them! If you don't want them anymore after you're done, remember to send them to the county!"

Zheng Qiu smiled slightly, then just nodded slightly, and the group of soldiers rode on horses and pulled several carts of silver ingots and left the village.

"Zheng Qiu! You bastard! You obviously have money, why don't you save my father!" At this time, a girl roared at Zheng Qiu.

All the women followed suit, as if it was Zheng Qiu who killed their relatives.

Zheng Qiu looked at his former playmates. Although he felt guilty, he couldn't stand being blamed. "Then I'll send you to the county?"

When they heard Zheng Qiu's cold voice, the whole street fell silent, and the girls' eyes were filled with fear.

Zheng Qiu then slowly said, "They took away five carts of gold and silver! If it's life-saving money, why are you reluctant to spend it? I only have these three ingots of gold. Even if I take them all out, I can only save these two hundred people. So what do you want me to do?"

Zheng Qiu looked at the girl who had roared at the beginning. He remembered that girl was Sun Ying, the only daughter of the landlord Sun. She was born spoiled and often bullied her friends of the same period. However, Zheng Qiu was no longer the person who allowed others to bully her.

"You still have some! You must still have some! You can save my father, but if you don't, you are a murderer!" Sun Ying's roar was incessant. The crazier she was at this moment, the more incompetent she was when her parents were killed just now.

At this time, a man with a broken leg rushed forward and slapped Sun Ying in the face: "Do you still remember me? Two years ago, because I rubbed your clothes dirty, my legs were broken by your father and his men! Shouldn't he die? If you dare to curse me again, I will beat you up first and then kill you!"

Zheng Qiu looked at the man in front of him and recalled carefully. The leg should be broken, at least it was broken when he went to Baishamen. He still remembered clearly how he had to have his leg amputated.

"Zhang Wuchang, wasn't your leg broken? Why is it gone now?" Zheng Qiu asked.

Zhang Wuchang couldn't hold back his tears the moment he heard Zheng Qiu's question. "Because I soiled the skirt of that dead girl, her father made me work in the fields to compensate her. I originally thought that I would be done with it after working for a year, but her father always found ways to make me owe him money. First, the clay pot was accidentally broken, and then the farm tools were lost. Whenever there was anything damaged in his house, it fell on me. One night when I went to the toilet, I didn't expect that the landlord Sun would put a porcelain bottle in front of my door. I stepped on it and broke my leg again. Not only did the landlord Sun not let me see a doctor, he also kept increasing my working hours. In the end, my leg was necrotic and had to be amputated! Ah~ Damn it! Woo woo woo~"

Zheng Qiu looked at the man in front of him with an inexplicable sadness in his heart, and then looked at the people behind him: "Everyone in the village is facing a catastrophe and everything needs to be rebuilt. Please go to the village chief to find a way to make a living!"

At this time, someone began to instigate Qiu Yue: "Widow Zheng, you go! From now on, we will all listen to you!"

Zheng Qiu's face turned cold after hearing this: "Do you think I'm soft-hearted and easy to talk to?"

When the man heard Zheng Qiu's words, he immediately got an idea and said quickly, "No, no! You are your mother's support, so we should listen to your mother. That's why I thought of letting your mother take the lead."

Zheng Qiu looked the old woman up and down, but he couldn't remember who that person was. Then Zheng Qiu waved his hand and a forge appeared in front of everyone. Zheng Qiu looked at Zhang Wuchang carefully, and then he started to forge in front of everyone. It was just ordinary iron, and in a short while, a metal prosthetic leg was ready. Then he put it under Zhang Wuchang's knee. Fortunately, it was only the lower section, otherwise Zheng Qiu would have to spend some time thinking about it.

Zhang Wuchang stopped crying immediately, stood up quickly and moved his artificial leg, then suddenly knelt down and said, "My benefactor! I thought I would be dependent on crutches for the rest of my life, but I never thought there would be a day when I could walk on my own. From today on, I am willing to work like a slave for you."