I'm just a disabled person!

"Help! Someone's been killed!"

Facing imminent death or a more gradual one, Chen He chose the latter.

As he cried out for help with all his might, the old farmer was dumbfounded.

Upon regaining his senses, the old farmer still wanted to attack, but the oil lamps lighting up around the courtyard one by one made him hesitate. Reluctantly, he concealed the stone.

Servant Xiao Li hurriedly arrived, followed by a tall figure trailing behind him, moving leisurely.

With a furious expression, Xiao Li hung the oil lamps on the wooden wall, swiftly unlocked the iron chain, kicked open the wooden door, and, sensing the lingering hostility inside the room, he locked onto its source.

Taking a step forward, Xiao Li landed a powerful blow, knocking the old farmer to the ground. 

The old farmer, holding his burning face, trembled uncontrollably, not daring to utter a word.

With a grim expression, Xiao Li squatted down to check on the young farmer's condition.

"Chen Head, another one dead," Xiao Li said, picking up the hemp rope and securely tying up the old farmer before binding Chen He's hands as well.

However, Chen He's hands were tied in front of him, unlike the old farmer's, which were bound tightly to his body, rendering him unable to move.

"I understand. You take care of this. The Second Young Master can't wait any longer; he'll be here at dawn. Make sure there are no more accidents with the bait, or else...!" A tall figure outside the house spoke slowly, his broad chin illuminated by the oil lamp, obscuring his face.

"Or else you'll be the bait!" The tall figure finished speaking and turned to leave.

Xiao Li couldn't help but tremble, but he forced himself to respond, "Yes, Chen Head."

He then bent down to look at the old farmer, his face darkening as he asked, "Tell me, how did you untie the rope?"

The old farmer glanced at Chen He, trembling as he said, "He untied it, sir. He's a fraud. His legs are intact, and he's the one who killed the person."

Xiao Li straightened up, staring at the old farmer as if he were an idiot. "I've seen his legs."

The old farmer was stunned at his words, his face full of disbelief.

Xiao Li turned to look at Chen He. "Did you untie the rope?"

Currently, who killed the person was no longer important; what mattered was ensuring there were two baits.

At this moment, Xiao Li was most concerned about who untied the rope.

Chen He pretended to be nervous and said, "Sir, I'm... I'm disabled, I don't have the... the courage."

He stumbled through his account of what he had witnessed:

How the two farmers untied the hemp rope.

How the old farmer killed the young farmer.

He omitted the details of his struggle with the old farmer.

After Chen He finished speaking, there was a sudden scream from the courtyard.

It wasn't until the reminder from the head named Chen outside the house that Xiao Li stopped torturing.

Xiao Li kicked the old farmer's ear and said darkly, "I warned you not to play tricks. Why didn't you listen?"

At this point, the old farmer's mouth was blocked, and he could only make choking sounds as his throat moved up and down. Thin veins bulged on his neck, and he sweated profusely in pain.

He had lost both ears and a finger.

Ironically, the perpetrator of the violence even took the care to bandage his wounds.

The old farmer's eyes, once wide with pain, slowly glazed over into emptiness as he watched Xiao Li take a seat outside the house, deflating like a punctured balloon.

With no hope of escape, his spirit was broken!

His expression was hollow, his face filled with despair, as if the torture he had endured earlier had never happened.

The gruesome scene and the old farmer's screams stimulated Chen He's nerves. Under his tangled long hair, his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and cold sweat formed on his forehead.

There was also a faint feeling of nausea.

Damn, it was too brutal.

After taking a few deep breaths to barely calm himself down, he steadied his mind and silently recited: Contract · Life.

[Discovered a living being, ordinary person, with a heart like ashes, success rate of signing 100%]

Chen He: Sign.

An invisible light entered the old farmer's body.

[Contract · Life, signed, do you wish to sacrifice?]

Listening to the words of the Chen family head, it seemed like the young master from the Dongfang family couldn't wait any longer.

Their actions must be taken at this hour, and if necessary, the servants could also be used as bait.

So the game of "two missing one" couldn't continue.

The old farmer was old and frail, and the feedback of his flesh from the sacrifice was dispensable.

But even a mosquito's leg is still flesh!

Fortunately, the benefits of a living sacrifice feedback were incomparable to a dead one.

Chen He stared at the old farmer who had resigned himself to fate and chose to sacrifice.

Under the orange light of the oil lamp, the old farmer's emaciated body twitched a few times, his clenched fingers relaxed, and his eyes slowly closed.

[Sacrificed]Feedback: 56% proficiency in archery, 35% combat experience, 30% sabre techniques.

As the feedback concluded, Chen He fell into a hallucination.

In the scene:

A young man rises early and works late, silently practicing archery for two and a half years.

The young man discards distractions, diligently practicing knife skills for a year.

The young man is conscripted, experiencing three months of brutal combat on the battlefield.

The illusion dissolves into nothingness, the scenes turning into fragmented memories, forcibly implanted into his mind and stamped into his flesh.

With just a little practice, mastery is within reach.

At the same time, a sense of absurdity and disconnection floods his mind, an indescribable discomfort causing Chen He to furrow his brow tightly.

Panel prompt:

[You gain Acrobatics: Archery Mastery][You acquire expertise in Saber Techniques, proficient in the use of bladed weapons][You gain rich combat experience]

Mastery in archery, combat experience, saber techniques—each invaluable, beyond the reach of mere wealth. Yet, the integration of these skills through the panel's feedback only leaves Chen He mentally fatigued.

What was thought to be merely a bonus unexpectedly brought such delight from the elderly farmer.

Absorbing the unfamiliar memories drained his spirit, leaving Chen He feeling only exhaustion, overwhelming drowsiness overtaking him as he fell into a deep sleep, unaware.

An extremely astonished inquiry followed: "Again... someone died? Who died?"

"The dead one is the old farmer. Head Chen, it's my negligence. I am willing to act as bait." In a daze, amidst a conversation outside, Chen He immediately opened his eyes to find that it was already dawn.

The sacrificial panel prompted: [Number of live sacrifices +1]

Inside the house, the body of the old farmer was nowhere to be seen. He followed the sound of the conversation.

Outside, the tall and burly figure of Head Chen stood with his back to the house and Xiao Li. His tone was peculiar as he said, "Three dead in a row, what a tough fate!"

"This crippled beggar is rather strange. We can't keep him. You take him out and slaughter him. I'll personally go to Chen Family Village and bring back two baits," said Chen He, the tone imperious.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Li trembled, expressing gratitude, "Thank you, Head Chen. I swear to follow you to the death. I'm willing to be your loyal servant."

"As long as you and I remain loyal to the Second Young Master," replied Chen He.

Chen He spoke in a gentle tone, "I'll help you get out. Why would I lead you to death?"

Inside the grass hut, upon hearing Chen He order Xiao Li to kill him, Chen He's nervousness subsided. Xiao Li was just an ordinary person. How strong could he be? Chen He might have a chance to fight back. And if he fell into the hands of a beast, what chance of survival would he have? After all, the Second Young Master of the Dongfang family hunts beasts, not wild animals.

The withered autumn weeds recede with each step forward. Chen He faced the ground, being dragged by the collar towards the mountains. Sensing the strong grip on the back of his shirt, he knew well the gap between him and his captor.

Even with three months of battlefield experience gained from the old farmer, he stood no chance against this Xiao Li in a direct confrontation. "Ugh, a dead cripple, yet reeks like a skunk, truly born to be a beggar!"

"Oh my, you've put on quite some weight." After a hundred steps, Xiao Li began to taunt, "For a creature like you, being killed by me would be your honor."

Chen He remained silent, quietly calculating the distance between them and leaving the wilderness.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, five hundred meters.

Perhaps finding no joy in mocking someone as dumb as a log, Xiao Li fell silent.

"Bang!"

He threw Chen He to the ground.

A nauseating stench of rotten flesh wafted over, and Chen He knew he was on the ground.

He quickly flipped over, going from facing the ground to facing the sky.

The crisscrossing branches of withered trees and Xiao Li's excited face came into view.

Xiao Li couldn't help but frown. Why didn't this stinking disabled beggar beg on the ground like he used to?

It's less fun to kill him like this!

If it weren't almost time, afraid of delaying the big event for the Second Young Master, he would have tortured this stinky thing a bit, making him cry and beg for death.

He thought of drawing the steel knife from his waist, his gaze cold, a cruel smile curling his lips.

He raised the knife.

"Shing!"

Before Xiao Li could swing down the knife, the sound of tearing cloth rang out prematurely.