This is his trump card.
An extrely rudintary last resort.
A tube of iron, a plank of wood, a roll of rope, a bottle of glue, a bundle of fireworks... and a bit of inspiration.
The back end of the iron tube was sealed with a hole, as he had requested at the blacksmith shop.
Insert copper wire, using iron nails, wooden planks, and iron wire to create a one-ti simple trigger chanism to fix the firing pin, a principle purely based on a lighter's ignition.
The exam results ca out a few days ago, and although no one from the county passed the imperial examination, quite a few beca Scholars. That day, fireworks in Qingshui County never ceased, and there was no shortage of gunpowder.
Pack the back cover with gunpowder, isolate with dried fish intestines to provide elasticity, block the rear hole with tal parts to ensure sparks are produced upon the firing pin's collision. Each brass cap is filled with steel balls, and finally sealed with solidified wax.
This must be the crudest firearm in the world, also a thod for making explosives and firearms—an option he wished never to use unless absolutely necessary.
Because...
"Indeed, people who transmigrate seem to carry so sort of luck."
"eting Liu Xianzi before was so."
"And today as well."
Looking at the iron tube that had completely burst open at the back, the tal split wide open, even blowing a small piece off, if his luck had been poor, or the force slightly greater, perhaps the blown-off iron plate would have pierced right through his throat.
But as he said.
Those who transmigrate do carry so sort of luck.
The heavy rain was prone to moisten the gunpowder, and even if he had wrapped it in oil paper several tis before heading out, it couldn't prevent re-moistening; such rough craftsmanship was a gamble, even if it successfully fired, there was a high chance of the barrel exploding.
The tall figure collapses with a crash.
Unlike just now when he feigned death on the ground, Wang Qi's body convulsed continuously on the ground, spasming and emitting almost wretched screams, his hand covering his chest, seemingly trying to stop the blood loss.
"So this is how a dying man should act."
He simply recorded this scene in his heart.
His hands couldn't stop the gushing blood, breathing beca difficult, countless steel balls had damaged his chest and abdominal cavities, the fact that he was still conscious already spoke volus about Wang Qi's robust physique.
Body Refining is not equivalent to Cultivation, nor does it equal training.
The forr is just a necessary process on the path of training, while Cultivation requires Cultivators to reach a certain realm to be bestowed with that title. Wang Qi can't even be considered a beginner, at best he's sowhat close to that doorway, but still an outsider.
There was only one person still standing in place.
He originally wanted to kick a man when he was down, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Wang Qi suddenly fall, blood gushing and emitting wretched howls.
Fear engulfed his brain in an instant!
Reason told him to run away, but his legs seed nailed to the ground, trembling wildly, but unable to take a single step. Jiang Feng casually threw down the scrapped firearm in his hand with a clang and didn't care about his blood-drenched arm.
He directly picked up the sowhat deford iron wire and stepped forward.
This ti, he didn't pass by Wang Qi but chose to walk a few ters around him.
He had always been a person with strong learning and adapting capabilities.
"Don't co any closer... Don't co any closer!"
He let out a shrill scream.
Wanting to run away, but his legs were weak, let alone walking, he couldn't even stand steadily. The towering young man in front of him seed like an evil ghost returning from Hell, holding the iron wire, walking towards the terrified Mr. Xue.
"Do you know, I have always been very afraid of dying."
Tap!
The water surface completely breaks.
"Every ti at the brink of death, I experience the despair of life fleeting, desperately struggling, wanting to grasp onto sothing, but unable to hold anything."
Tap!
"Whether it's from the shock of nearly having my head chopped off with a knife."
Tap!
"Or having broken bones lying in a shattered carriage waiting to die, enduring three days and nights under a cliff."
Tap!
In just a few steps, Jiang Feng had already approached, his face cold and indifferent.
"Twice, both thanks to you."
Thump—
His legs gave out, the last line of psychological defense completely collapsed, falling to his knees in the pouring rain.
In his eyes, this young man was no different from an evil ghost; the murderous aura emanating from his body caused his gall to split, and the intense desire to survive compelled him to speak.
"Wait, mi... Jiang Feng, Young Master Jiang!"
"I... this has nothing to do with ! I didn't intend to harm you! I, I just admired Lady Yan, I've done nothing out of line! Even if you ask the Yan Family, I haven't done anything excessive to her! I swear on my whole family's lives!"
"It's all his... all his poisonous ideas!"
"Give one more chance, I swear, I shall never speak of tonight, nothing happened, no one will know! I swear on my entire family, young and old! If there's a lie in my words, my family shall suffer a terrible fate!"
"It was him, revenge is yours if you hold a grudge, it was him who hard you."
"Yes, a few years back, that ti, it was him acting on his own... yes, he wanted to join our family and then offered to bring a token."
"I never ordered him to kill you; it was all his doing! He deserves to die, truly!"
Unhesitatingly blaming his own guard, it was not until this mont that Xue Wuwei finally recalled his father's teachings.
In such a situation, to continue showing defiance and shouting for revenge would only unleash this mad dog's ferocity. If he could delay and shift the primary responsibility onto soone else, perhaps there was a slight chance for survival, as his father had sternly taught him how to preserve his life in dire situations.
Just bla the dead, clarify the pros and cons, at least it may cause so hesitation in this evil ghost's mind, find a scapegoat, and maybe his own offers could trade for his life.
"You... you're talking nonsense!"
Xue Wuwei miscalculated.
Jiang Feng rely glanced aside,
Wang Qi hadn't died on the spot; after all, it was a crude, unfinished product, he had lost mobility, but the blood on his body had not yet drained so quickly.
He cursed back intermittently.
"It's... it's all because of you, this scoundrel, directing... sir took his head, as, as a token."
"You ungrateful dog! Don't believe him, it was all his idea!"
A resentful expression appeared on his face, at this mont Wang Qi's ntal defenses were also completely shattered in the face of the fear of death, no longer any pretense.
"Little bastard, if it weren't for the Body Tempering Pill, for the Cultivation Elixirs that your damned father collected for you, why would I follow you, a small fry, for three years, still dreaming of ascension, less than a dog, ha, Lady Yan hasn't ever looked you in the eye..."
"Cur bastard! I knew you joined the Xue family with ill intentions!"
Lies won't hurt people, but the truth is a sharp knife.
The more he divulged the truth, the more it pierced the heart, exposing bloody wounds, making Xue Wuwei's expression crazed and venomous.
"You, Young Master Jiang, you have seen, he harbors ill intentions, he... is full of sches, you must believe my words."
Finally.
A smile appeared.
It was a smile of enjoynt, a twisted sensation of pleasure erging within.
This master and servant facing death, not forming a united front against the enemy, but instead making such a farce to save themselves.
The feeling of pleasure and a sense of achievent made him sowhat bewildered, recalling the image that inadvertently flashed through his mind when he was licking the blood.
Then, he casually uttered a sentence that even made the observer from a higher position involuntarily raise an eyebrow.
"I don't know whom to believe, but certainly, one of you is lying."
Clang!
The iron wire stabbed into the ground.
"In that case."
"Decide among yourselves."
"How about that?"
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