Half a day ago.
In Gan Hong's courtyard.
Gan Hong was sitting in his room, in front of eight people of different heights, fatness and thickness.
But they also have something in common, that is, the strong murderous aura in their bodies.
If Lu Feng were here right now, he would be able to recognize at a glance that these eight people were the same eight people he and Gan Hong met on the mountain.
In the past few days, Gan Hong was trying to figure out where the entrance to Xianzhai was.
She took these people into the Immortal Village one by one in order.
After the last person came in, it was time for them to take action.
"Gan Hong, it looks like this is indeed the legendary Immortal Village, but the giant dragon you mentioned... we didn't see it at all."
In the corner, a middle-aged man with a long knife in his arms and a cold expression spoke slowly.
Hearing this, a fat man with a smile suddenly said: "That's right, Gan Hong, you have brought us in, you can't find the dragon again, right? In this case, wouldn't the big guy's work be in vain?"
Hearing this, everyone also echoed the words.
Gan Hong listened to these people's words, but did not speak. Instead, he drank by himself with a teacup in his hand.
"snort!"
Suddenly, a cold snort sounded, and a young man with a scar on his face and an extremely terrifying face scanned the audience and slowly said:
"What? Are you all useless?"
"bass!"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, the cold middle-aged man in the corner drew out his long knife, and the cold blade was instantly close to the young man with the scar.
The scarred young man's expression did not change, but he had secretly grasped a butterfly knife in his hand, ready to go.
Neither of them made any further moves, and the air in the venue became a little cold and sharp.
"You guys...can't you fight for life and death at every turn? Can you be more kind like me? Can you be kind and make money?"
The smiling fat man walked up to the two of them, while the others watched indifferently, as if they were enjoying a farce.
The fat man shook his head, looked at the scarred young man, and said with a smile: "But Scar, what you just said was a bit too much."
The young man with the scar sneered, turned to look at the fat man, and said slowly:
"Am I going too far? Am I wrong to say you are useless?"
"Gan Hong alone found the location of the Immortal Village for us, and even helped us enter the Immortal Village."
"And now, even to find that giant dragon, she needs to find it alone. Why... you are all useless people? Is it wrong to say that you are useless?"
As soon as he said this, the fat man's expression changed slightly.
The cold middle-aged man in front of him was silent for a while, and then slowly retracted his long knife.
The crowd was quiet for a while, and apart from Gan Hong, the only woman among the eight masters walked out.
"What Scar just said actually makes some sense. Everyone thought about the dragon-slaying operation together, and the final result was equally shared by everyone. This is something that has been agreed upon a long time ago."
"Of course we can't let Sister Gan Hong do it alone."
When Gan Hong heard this, he put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the woman with a smile.
"Xiao Jiaojiao, I like to hear what you say."
Chen Jiao felt helpless, shook her head and said, "But Sister Gan Hong, don't hide her."
"Since everyone has entered the secret realm, the only goal is to slay the dragon."
"You have spent more time in the Immortal Village than all of us combined. So if you have any way to find the dragon, you'd better tell it with everyone, so that we can find the dragon as soon as possible."
When everyone heard this, their eyes focused on Gan Hong.
Some people have playful eyes, some have cold expressions, some are smiling, some are expressionless...
Gan Hong's eyes swept across the faces of these people, and then he slowly stood up.
"There is only one way."
Before anyone could ask, Gan Hong spoke again.
"According to what I heard, there is a saint and a giant dragon in the Immortal Village. I don't know much about the saint, and I don't care."
"But the giant dragon, they say is the patron saint of Xianzhai. Only when Xianzhai encounters a life-or-death crisis, the giant dragon will appear to protect Xianzhai."
"In that case..."
The expression on Gan Hong's face gradually faded, her eyes became sharp, and murderous aura slowly emerged from her body.
"Then kill!"
"Kill him until his eyes are devastated, until the survival of his Immortal Village is at stake!"
Everyone's expressions changed, and a smile appeared on the corners of many people's lips.
Chen Jiao even chuckled and said, "Sister Gan Hong has many ways!"
Gan Hong didn't speak anymore, but strode directly towards the door.
At the entrance of her courtyard, a young girl happened to be walking towards her, holding some food in her hand.
When she saw Gan Hong, a sweet smile suddenly appeared on her face.
"Sister Gan Hong, are you planning to go out? I just wanted to bring you something to eat."
As she said that, the girl noticed the people following Gan Hong.
The girl was stunned for a moment and said in a daze: "Sister Gan Hong... who are these people?"
Gan Hong gave her a cold look, and the girl's body trembled unconsciously.
She suddenly felt that Gan Hong in front of her was strange! very scary!
Gan Hong did not answer, but glanced at the nearby streets.
It was dusk now and the sun was about to completely set.
The streets were very deserted, completely different from usual times.
"What about the rest?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said: "They... because today is the first day of marriage for the saint and uncle, they all went to the square north of the village for a bonfire party."
After saying that, the girl frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Who are they? Sister Gan Hong, she is a new guest..."
"bass!"
"Pfft!"
The sword flashed, and the cold middle-aged man approached the girl in the blink of an eye.
The hand raised the knife and dropped it, and the head also fell to the ground.
There was not even a trace of blood on the blade.
The cold middle-aged man held the handle of the knife and slowly put the blade into the scabbard.
Glancing at the girl's head on the ground, shock and fear still remained in those clear and clean eyes.
"So much nonsense."
After saying that, the middle-aged man looked back at the silent Gan Hong, sneered, and asked:
"What? Can't bear to part with you?"
Gan Hong glanced at him and suddenly laughed, "Your sword has become faster again."
After saying that, Gan Hong looked directly to the north of Xianzhai without even looking at the girl's body on the ground.
"Did you all hear it just now? Most of the people in the Immortal Village have now arrived at the square to the north of the Immortal Village."
"Just in time, it saves us having to look for them one by one."
Gan Hong paused for a moment, then slowly said: "Are you ready? Everyone, the massacre is about to begin."
