There were hurried and panicked footsteps in the distance, and then a panicked figure ran into the village path, then screamed and fell to the ground. There was a two-foot-long wound on his back, which hit the vital point and killed him.
"Huh?" Then, a slightly unexpected voice came into Song Xin's ears.
Song Xin didn't expect that his spiritual consciousness would be discovered.
Then a message with an arrogant tone directly forced Song Xin's consciousness back.
"It turns out there are practitioners here. I am hunting down my enemies today. If you want to intervene, I will kill you as well."
This transmission was full of energy, which showed that this person's spiritual cultivation was much stronger than his own. Because Song Xin felt that his consciousness was being suppressed by the opponent, he even felt like he couldn't breathe. Compared to Lu Yuncheng, he didn't know how much stronger it was. I don’t know what’s wrong with Mr. Chen to provoke a practitioner.
Although this man sounded a little rude, Song Xin did not want to have any conflict with him, and did not send a message back, but just nodded silently.
He was firmly suppressed by the opponent. If he made any move without permission, he would be killed immediately.
"You know the truth."
After another sound transmission, the pressure around Song Xin receded like a flood and suddenly weakened. But there is still a trace of consciousness, like a cobra with its head raised, staring closely at him.
"Song Xin, let's leave. This man's consciousness has an evil aura, and I'm afraid he will be bad for you." Xiaoyu reminded quietly.
"I can't leave anymore." Song Xin sighed in a low voice.
"Then hide in the vase."
"Now his consciousness is always staring at me. If he discovers the jade bottle, it will be in trouble. However, it seems that he has no intention of doing anything to me." Song Xin said.
Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "Well, you have to be careful."
Song Xin closed his eyes and stopped using his consciousness to check. Otherwise, he was really worried that he would be unable to help but stop it. It is not wise to make enemies with a practitioner for the sake of people you have never met.
After a while, Song Xin smelled a strong smell of blood. The man just now dealt with Boss Chen's men one by one, calmly, patiently and cruelly. Many people were beheaded in their sleep. Some were awakened by the noise and died before they could scream.
Not long after, a man with his face covered in blood stumbled out of a house and ran straight to where Song Xin was. It turned out to be Boss Chen who had just spoken to Song Xin.
He lost an arm at this time, but his desire to survive still made him endure the pain and wanted to seek help from Song Xin.
"Little brother, help me." Boss Chen plopped down and knelt down in front of Song Xin. Song Xin frowned, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't have any elixirs or talismans that could save the man in front of him.
"Boy, I advise you to leave this matter alone."
While Boss Chen was still panting, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness. Hearing this voice, Mr. Chen's eyes suddenly split open. He turned his head in fear and looked at the man's face, which was shaking like chaff.
He is a young practitioner, nearly thirty years old, not tall, but with a murderous look on his face. His gray hair was spread loosely, covering most of his face. He was wearing a blood-red shirt, with one arm exposed and the other hand covered by a long sleeve.
Song Xin noticed that one of his eyes covered by his hair was gray and he was obviously blind. The other eye was as sharp as a hungry eagle. Staring at Boss Chen, he seemed to be looking at a lamb with nowhere to escape. He was holding a ring-headed knife in one hand, with blood all over it and still dripping down.
Song Xin looked at Boss Chen's pleading and felt soft in his heart. He said, "My friend, you have killed so many of them. He has lost an arm and is now a cripple. Can you...?"
"Can you spare his life?" The young man interrupted Song Xin with a sneer.
"I don't know what grudges you have, but as a cultivator, killing people like this will probably damage your luck."
"Who do you think you are, you're here to take care of my prisoner's business." The young man in red interrupted Song Xin's words.
The young man pointed at Boss Chen in a cold voice and said, "Let him tell you why I want to hunt them down."
Song Xin looked at Boss Chen with questioning eyes.
Boss Chen is like a drowning man holding on to a life-saving rope. As long as he senses a glimmer of hope, he will hold on tightly.
He kowtowed quickly and said, "It's all my fault that I did something wrong back then, killing...oh, harming this brother's family..."
"Thinking of it lightly, do you want to get away with it?" The young man sneered again, "You kidnapped my two sisters, what happened after that?"
"Yes...yes...I will...them..." Boss Chen did not dare to hide it and nodded repeatedly.
"Don't you dare to say it? Don't you, Boss Chen, dare to say anything and are not afraid of anything?" The young man smiled ferociously. At this time, several of Boss Chen's men wanted to take the opportunity to escape. The young man dodged and raised their knives with their hands, cutting off the heads of those people. He twisted their hair and threw several heads to the ground.
When Song Xin saw this scene, he felt a little fear in his heart. When this man started to kill people, there was no hesitation in his eyes, and he was very well-controlled, not a single bit of spiritual energy leaking out, and he perfectly avoided the punishment from heaven.
The young man kicked up a human head, hit it on Boss Chen, and said coldly: "You tortured my two sisters for days and nights, and then cooked them, right?"
"yes..."
Looking at Mr. Chen who was hesitating, Song Xin roughly guessed the relationship between the two.
Seeing that Mr. Chen did not dare to speak, the young man continued, "I cut my mother's belly open and burned it with hot oil, but you said she was too old and ended up feeding some of your vicious dogs, right?"
"Yes... I'm such a beast, please spare my life..." Mr. Chen started crying as he spoke, and the rain, blood and tears on his body were mixed together.
"Back then, I was only seven years old, and I begged you the same way..." The young man's voice was low.
"Then, how do you say this?" After the young man finished speaking, he opened the arm covered by long sleeves. Only then did Song Xin see that under the sleeve was a lifelike machine hand. I don't know what method was used to make it look like a real machine. The arms can also move.
Yuan pointed at his gray eyes with his cold finger.
"What about this hand and this eye? You blinded my eyes with red-hot copper juice and burned my hands. Boss Chen, have you forgotten?"
Mr. Chen was like chaff in a sieve, kowtowing desperately to the young man and Song Xin, and kept begging for mercy.
"Do you still want to take care of this matter?" The young man stared at Song Xin with a sneer.
Song Xin shook his head gently. When he heard that Mr. Chen was so vicious, Song Xin's disgust for him far outweighed his sympathy for him. In his heart, revenge is a matter of course, otherwise he would not have gone to great lengths to track down Song Chou.
Song Xin cupped his hands and said to the young man: "I don't care about your business with him. I'll leave now."
Yu Yan glanced at Song Xin and said, "Then get out."
Song Xin glanced at the man, turned around and left. Suddenly, Boss Chen pulled out a knife from his waist and placed it on Song Xin's neck. Staring at the prisoner, he said fiercely: "Don't come over, or I will kill him!"
Yuan laughed heartily and said sarcastically: "How about you speak for him, but he takes you as a hostage instead."
Song Xin said with a normal expression: "Indeed, some people do not deserve sympathy from others."
"Boy, if you say anything again, I will kill you!" Mr. Chen roared, his face getting paler.
Then he shouted again: "Lord Yuan, for the sake of the hall master, please spare this villain's life. Those things were all asked by Guangfu Hall!"
Yu Yan sneered: "Do you think I will be afraid of you if you take refuge in Guangfu Hall?"
"Guangfu Hall?!" Song Xin frowned.
"What is your relationship with Guangfutang!?"
Mr. Chen was confused. He mistakenly thought that Song Xin had a relationship with Guangfutang. He quickly said: "The villain is attached to Guangfutang and helps them kill some mortals who are inconvenient for the immortals to do..."
Song Xin ignored him at all and asked, "Did you kill the people here?"
Boss Chen was stunned and didn't know what to say. He hesitated for a while before nodding.
"What did you kill them for?"
"Yes...yes...Deacon Zhao asked us to kill him..."
"Is his face pockmarked?"
"yes..."
Song Xin finally understood that the people in this village were killed probably just because the old mantis and Pockmarked Face vented their anger.
His face darkened, and he suddenly pinched Boss Chen's wrist and twisted it off with all his strength. Then he threw it forward, and Boss Chen flew out like a sandbag.
The jailer on the opposite side grabbed Mr. Chen by the collar and lifted him up like a kitten.
"Ah! Uncle Prisoner, please spare my life, spare your life!" Boss Chen was so frightened that he peed on his pants and started crying like a child.
"Noisy!" Yu Yan sneered, stretched out two fingers of his hand, grabbed Boss Chen's chin, and crushed it with a click.
Then he looked at Song Xin with a playful look on his face and said, "Boy, get out of here before I change my mind, otherwise you won't be able to leave."
Song Xin felt that this man was too cruel and did not want to stay here for a long time, so he slowly backed away.
After walking a few steps, a voice suddenly came from far and near: "Boy, stop."
Song Xin stiffened, turned around suddenly, and saw a group of people running towards him quickly.
"Guangfutang!"
Boss Chen heard the words Guangfutang in despair, and a desire for survival flashed in his eyes. Even though his jaw was crushed, he still screamed for his life.
After a while, a group of people gathered from all directions, and sure enough they were all from Guangfutang. Especially the large pliers and soft whips hanging on their waists are absolutely unmistakable.
"Let him go quickly, Guangfu Hall can keep your whole body!" A disciple pointed at Boss Chen and said.
Yu Mo, however, turned a deaf ear and shook his head with a smile, saying, "Boy, your life is really bad. I told you to leave earlier but you refused to leave. Are you still able to leave now?"
Song Xin glanced at the fierce-looking people in Guangfu Hall around him, but had no intention of letting him go.
"Yu Yan, what nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you let him go!"
"Hahahaha!" The Prisoner suddenly laughed, scanning the crowd with his eyes like a vulture: "Who do you think you are, and you dare to rebuke me, the Prisoner?"
As he spoke, he raised his machine hand and pierced Boss Chen's Tianling Gai with a pop. Then he dug out Boss Chen's skull with a gentle pull.
He pulled out his steaming fingers and actually licked them with his tongue.
This scene made everyone present break into a cold sweat.
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