"Wudi, come quickly!"
"Brother Wu Di, hurry up, Yaya can't wait any longer."
"You brat, you finally took action!!"
"Dried meat, hehe, dried meat..."
The villagers all had sickly smiles on their faces, and looked like they were going to eat Li Wudi clean.
Li Wudi was startled, and his already gloomy face was about to drip with water at this moment.
This world is so damn ridiculous!
"good!"
"good!!"
"good!!!"
Three good words in a row caused Li Wudi's rage to burst out.
"A bunch of freaks, a bunch of monsters, die, all die!"
Every time he swings the sickle, it will bring up a piece of flesh and blood. At this time, with the blessing of spiritual energy, an afterimage has appeared.
The sounds of pain one after another, under the scorching sun, make people feel chilled all over.
The horrifying Shura scene was no less than the massacre before his eyes.
Heads rolled down, and the pungent smell of blood struck again.
However, Li Wudi had long been used to it. By the time he fought to the end and chopped to the end, Li Wudi's arms were already numb from strength.
When only the last person was left, Li Wudi's eyes were covered with blood and he could only vaguely see the person in front of him through a crack...
On the waist, there is a wine gourd on the hip.
Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Wen, an alcoholic.
As for Uncle Wen, Li Wudi didn't catch a lot of colds. He was not the one who "tortured" him in the first place. He was not even seen in the past sacrifices.
In his impression, Uncle Wen was just a villager holding a gourd and drinking wine every day, with a face full of stubble and a strong smell of alcohol.
Apart from that, there are not many images of this person in my mind that is already blank.
Alas, kill them, they are all a group of monsters anyway, a group of monsters who want to eat themselves.
As his thoughts flowed, Li Wudi used his last bit of strength to raise his arm with difficulty, and moved the sickle, which could only be called a "blunt weapon", towards Uncle Wen's neck.
Uncle Wen, like those people, stood still and didn't move, but the only difference was that Uncle Wen pulled out the wine cork and actually drank...
Finally, just before he chopped off Uncle Wen's head, Li Wudi saw it clearly.
Uncle Nawen's mouth moved slightly, as if he was telling himself something.
It seems like...running?
But Li Wudi had no time to think too much and made a plop.
He fell.
I had no strength left and passed out from exhaustion.
....
This is a place full of gray fog. You can only see five fingers if you stretch out your hand, but that's all.
Li Wudi looked at all this with a blank expression.
Are you dead? Traveled through time again?
What the hell is this place?
At this time, a faint voice came from not far away.
Li Wudi looked at it immediately as if he had a telepathy.
It was still foggy there and nothing could be seen.
Li Wudi felt that someone was calling him there. He quickly walked forward and started running until the back. There was no reference around him. Li Wudi could only keep running in the thick gray fog.
The only thing he knew was that the people calling him were far away, and he needed to find them by himself.
"Di'er, Di'er...I, my child, you must escape from that place, you must escape from that place, you must..."
A gentle and kind feeling, a feeling of closeness from the blood, made Li Wudi feel a strange feeling in his heart.
He knew that he really wanted to see that person, really wanted to see that person.
In the endless gray fog, he ran as hard as he could, risking his life.
I don't know how long it took before he woke up.
In the distance, behind Qingling Mountain.
The sun is setting in the west, and the setting sun is like blood.
The blood all over Li Wudi's body had solidified. He wiped his face and his palms were filled with a mixture of water and blood. They were tears, and he cried.
Because of a dream.
"Who is that person? It seems to be someone very close to me and very important to me."
"Is he dreaming about escaping from here?"
Li Wudi murmured to himself, but at the moment, he had no time to think too much. He looked at the sunset on the mountain with "half of his face" covered, and he knew that things might not be over yet!
Li Wudi frowned slightly at the horrific bloody scene on the ground.
"Sure enough, there really isn't..."
It seemed that the corpses there were missing something most important to Li Wudi.
"Forget it, it will get dark soon. Let's replenish our strength first so that we can deal with the unknown situation that follows."
After that, Li Wudi went to the river, washed the blood on his body, and briefly processed the grass carp from before, roasted it, and after four or five mouthfuls, he immediately returned to his wooden house.
Li Wudi's home is located on the edge of Qingling Village. It can only be reached by walking along a long gravel road and passing through several neighboring houses.
Li Wudi closed his eyes slightly and meditated on the wooden mat, his mind hovering in the sea of qi.
He didn't know how to practice, so he asked the Little Golden Man, and the Little Golden Man said that he didn't know either.
The Little Golden Man only knows that deep in his soul, he can often see a huge fairy palace through his soul.
The Immortal Palace is located on a huge floating island. There are countless big clouds rising and falling around the floating island. In the distance, immortals are sitting on the clouds fishing, giant dragons are running wildly on all fours, and the Supreme Immortal Emperor is sizing up the floating island.
However, they were unable to enter the floating island. It seemed that the floating island had unspeakable restrictions.
The little golden man is born with the knowledge that there are countless immortals and magical secretaries in that fairy palace, where the truth of the world is contained, and all the doubts in the world can be answered.
It was a pity that the Immortal Palace was covered by a large white fog and could not be seen clearly. Otherwise, now he could tell Li Wudi how to cultivate and become an immortal.
In fact, if Li Wudi could meet other cultivators in the future, I'm afraid those cultivators would be shocked by Li Wudi's immortality if they knew that Li Wudi had a golden man.
How has it ever been possible for immortals to have spiritual wisdom?
This is probably a case in the annals of the world of cultivation.
Therefore, Li Wudi could only introduce spiritual energy into his body, using the stupidest method, because he felt that everything was orderly and followable, and there were rules to be found.
This idea is all due to his previous life, which was a scientific and material world without immortals or weirdness.
When the spiritual energy entered the body, Li Wudi would not deliberately pull it, and even kept his whole body in a relaxed state. After persisting for a while, he found that the spiritual energy entering the body from the sea of qi would flow upward unconsciously.
That is the place where the Heavenly Spirit covers.
Li Wudi was overjoyed, just when he was about to make the next move.
In the middle of the night, there was a lot of movement and commotion outside.
Slowly opening his eyes, Li Wudi looked at the wooden door, as if he could see the situation outside through the wooden door, and said: "Village Chief Li, you are still here."
At this time, outside the wooden house, there was a hunchbacked old man looking at the small wooden house in front of him with a smile on his face.
The old man's left leg was still lame, and he was dressed in patched linen clothes, as if he had worn them all his life.
What's even more exaggerated is the wrinkled face that seems to have countless insects crawling on it.
Under the dark night, he looks like an evil ghost.
"Ahem, no flute, the day has not come yet."
His tone was still as calm as ever, but this time, it was a bit disappointing.
At this moment, a little moonlight fell, making the shadow of the old man extremely long.
An even more bizarre and shocking scene came next.
The extremely long shadow behind Village Chief Li squirmed as if alive, forming countless small groups of black shadows, spreading outward, and gradually forming new shadows that clung to the ground.
Those new shadows slowly rose from the ground and became... upright human shapes.
There are dozens of shadows, from thick to thin, like half a spider web, reaching the feet of the old man, Village Chief Li.
The picture is terrifying and eerie.
