Three days passed.
On a piece of bluestone, the figure of a young man is sitting cross-legged.
This person is none other than Li Wudi.
To outsiders, Li Wudi's breathing was long, as if he was asleep.
In fact, Li Wudi was constantly breathing out the spiritual energy in his body.
The eight extraordinary meridians have all been opened by Li Wudi these days.
Relying on his already reborn self, Li Wudi felt that his physical body could cut iron like clay.
"call..."
Then, a long breath of turbid breath was exhaled, and Li Wudi's bright black eyes opened.
Looking at the small river not far away, a fresh grass carp was swallowing a small shrimp into its mouth.
Bang!
Li Wudi's right hand suddenly grasped it, and with the powerful spiritual energy radiating from his palm, a terrifying suction force caught the grass carp in the river alive in his hand.
Get things from the air!
Looking at the grass carp still jumping in his hand, Li Wudi murmured: "It's the late stage of Qi Condensation Realm."
"It's a pity that there is no spiritual energy here, otherwise I feel that the cultivation speed can be faster."
Li Wudi had already learned from the mouth of the Little Jin Man that this place had no spiritual energy and was an extremely spiritual place.
[If the Immortal Master hadn’t had an astonishing injury for eight years and awakened the Protector’s talent for cultivating immortals, I’m afraid he would still be in the early stages of the Qi Condensation Realm]
In his mind, the words from the Little Golden Man of Qihai came.
Hey, it's not an exaggeration to say that this talent is useless, but it works wonders on me. After all, who can be like me, who has been tortured day and night since I was five years old...
The most important thing is that I survived.
"We are already in the late stage of Qi Condensation Realm. It seems that we can start to implement that idea."
Li Wudi thought of this, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
The strength in his hands quietly increased.
The grass carp also seemed to feel a huge threat, and it swung its tail violently in Li Wudi's hand, but soon there was no sound, and Li Wudi's right hand was covered with fish blood.
....
Another day.
This is a lush green vegetable field.
In the vegetable field, there was a figure who kept bending down, holding a sickle in one hand and digging vegetable roots.
Judging from her body shape, she is a woman. Her hair is tied up and there is a plum blossom stuck next to her ear. I don’t know where she picked it.
"Aunt Wang, I'm here to pick wild vegetables again today."
When the woman heard this, she raised her head. She still had the same ordinary and unremarkable facial features, but at this moment, a trace of doubt and a bit of joy flashed through her eyes.
Aunt Wang looked straight at the young man not far away in front of her, who was smiling at her.
"Hey, isn't this Wu Di boy? Why are you eating wild vegetable soup again today?"
Li Wudi walked towards Aunt Wang with a smile on his face, not forgetting to say polite words.
"It's not like Aunt Wang doesn't know what I like to eat. Wild vegetable soup is my favorite."
"What a coincidence, Aunt Wang is digging some tender and big wild vegetables, so I'll give them to you."
"That's such a coincidence..."
Li Wudi was only three steps away from Aunt Wang.
It's not close enough. Although Li Wudi is already sure of this distance, he still wants to get closer.
Looking at the woman in front of him, Li Wudi recalled that that night, the woman hit him with a hard wooden cane.
There was also that crazy, disgusting look on his face. Although these people looked the same, the temperament and emotions displayed by each person seemed to be infinitely magnified, and seemed to be used as a substitute for their appearance.
Thinking of this, Li Wudi's smile became even stronger, and he said in a mysterious way: "Aunt Wang, actually I don't really want wild vegetables."
Aunt Wang agreed: "Yes, you will still get tired of eating wild vegetables all day long. Let's go to Auntie's house and eat holy meat."
Holy meat, haha.
Li Wudi suddenly took a step forward, his eyes were bloodshot, and with a swish sound, he pulled out the sickle hidden behind his back with his right hand.
He shouted angrily: "I want your head!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a snap.
Blood splattered everywhere and heads fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, Aunt Wang's head and body were separated, and she fell on the ground full of wild vegetables.
For a time, blood spilled all over the ground, seeping into the depths of the soil and bringing nutrients to the soil.
Li Wudi was shaking all over. This was his first time killing someone.
He has no so-called sense of guilt. These people are no longer human beings to him.
They are just demons in human skin, or something else.
Looking at the head rolling down in front of her, Aunt Wang's dull eyes were still looking at her, looking extremely scary. There seemed to be a trace of a smile in her eyes?
Li Wudi didn't notice it and simply kicked the head away.
His stomach was churning, as if he was overflowing with water, but he still didn't spit it out and suppressed the nausea.
After a few breaths, Li Wudi regained his composure and felt an indescribable feeling of relief in his heart.
Like a forced serf who finally turned over and became a landlord, Li Wudi's eyes turned red and he shook his right hand hard.
The blood-stained sickle swung out a stream of blood, revealing the shiny blade on it.
"Phew, there are still fifty-five left."
After taking a breath, Li Wudi's eyes were firm.
Yes, he wants to kill everyone in the village.
Before the villagers who were inferior to those beasts were offered as sacrifices to the Snake-Eyed Evil Buddha.
He planned to strike first. If the big boss, Snake-Eyed Evil Buddha, couldn't be defeated, he would clear out the other monsters first.
Now, to him, the villagers during the day were nothing more than mere mortals.
Today is market day in the village, and most of the villagers have gone out.
Although Li Wudi didn't know which way or where they came from, they left Qingling Village to go to the market.
Of course, in order to leave this place, he had secretly followed him before, but he never returned without success.
"Now there are about half of the people in the village..."
Li Wudi said softly, time is running out.
Around noon, those who go to the market will come back neatly at this moment, as if they have carved the time, like puppets on strings.
This also gave Li Wudi an accurate time.
A time of massacre in two waves.
Beside the creek, a woman with pigtails was whipping her clothes.
The next moment, there was a plop.
The woman was brutally cut off at the waist and impaled in the stream. Half of the river was dyed red with blood.
The head stuck into the river, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She was still smiling at the last moment of her death?
juvenile?
He had already picked up his knife and left.
In the orchard, a big man in a singlet was whistling and crossing his legs, feeling very comfortable.
Noticing the sound of someone approaching, the big man squinted his eyes and said lazily: "It's a brat, no..."
Without even saying a word, the big man stared at the young man in front of him with eyes wide open and a look of disbelief on his face, and blood could not stop flowing from his mouth.
"Ahem."
Li Wudi pulled out the sickle stuck in the big man's belly. Because the sickle was in the shape of a moon and the blade was filled with spiritual energy, it was extremely sharp.
When it was pulled out, a series of large and small intestines were brought out, which was extremely bloody.
A small piece of it was thrown on Li Wudi's face.
Feel the cold touch on your cheek again.
Li Wudi's mouth was grinning from ear to ear.
Li Wudi was convinced of his inner conjecture that he was different from them, that they were aliens and monsters!
Otherwise, how could the blood be cold?
In Qinglingshan Village, screams and curses resounded. Some people stood up to resist, while others laughed wildly.
Some people were still laughing before being killed by Li Wudi, as if his death proved something and made him feel extremely happy.
Li Wudi was puzzled, but he had long been numb from the killings. For him now, it would be best for him if these villagers died, lying on the ground unable to move, turning into cold corpses. of peace of mind.
Since you want to eat me, then I will eat you!
Noon soon arrived.
In Qingling Village, rivers of blood have already flowed.
Village entrance.
A group of villagers appeared, all carrying large bamboo poles, which contained a lot of things they bought at the market.
There was talk, laughter, noise, and noise that never stopped.
It's fun.
There is Yaya in a red dress, Erhazi who is bleeding, Uncle Wen, an alcoholic with a wine gourd, Niu Dazhuang, Ergouzi, etc., as well as many familiar "faces".
Although they all have the same facial features, if you look at them more often, you can always see differences in them.
After getting closer, they, who were returning from the market, also noticed the people at the entrance of the village.
It was a bloody man, holding two curled sickles in his left and right hands. The terrifying murderous aura emanating from his whole body was visible to the naked eye.
Suddenly, the sound stopped.
The air seemed to be stagnant at this moment.
"Finally...back."
Li Wudi licked his chapped lips and slowly walked forward step by step.
Looking behind the bloody Li Wudi, Niu Dazhuang and others saw the purgatory-like scene in Qingling Village.
Bleeding human heads, headless bodies eaten by insects and flies, and broken limbs everywhere.
The red blood has already become a river.
"Wudi, come on!"
There was a hint of weirdness in the voice, and even more endless excitement!
