The few young students who came to the countryside to collect scenery and sketch from life came out of the village entrance at dusk.
They laughed and laughed all the way to the small lake, where several bicycles were parked. Several young students put their easels on the back racks of the bicycles, and then rode away on their bicycles.
Shu watched the backs of those young people disappearing into the sunset and let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally left.
And when he breathed a sigh of relief, the old farmer actually also breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieved.
Then the two people who had been silent looked at each other, with joy in their eyes.
It's just that Shu Guan has roughly guessed where the old farmer's happiness comes from, but the old farmer doesn't know why the young man in front of him looks so happy.
Of course, the old farmer didn't care.
"My little one, it's going to get dark soon. If you don't want to leave, why not go to La's house for dinner, stay one night, and leave tomorrow."
The old farmer showed a simple smile and said to Shu Guan enthusiastically.
"Thank you, husband. I won't disturb you."
Shu Guan nodded to him and walked forward along the bluestone road.
The old farmer behind him did not follow up.
Shu Guan knew very well that this was because the old farmer might think it was too close.
Of course, Shu Guan felt the same way.
When Shu Observer realized that the old farmer seemed to have an intention for him, he slightly changed his plan.
…
Shu Guan walked leisurely on the country road. After leaving the Hongshui Village for about ten miles, he met the old farmer again in front of a mountain col.
It was still dark at this time, and the old farmer was sitting on a rock in front of the mountain col. The tobacco stick in his hand was shining brightly, illuminating his old black, red and ugly face.
The old farmer looked at Shu Guan, who was slowly approaching, with a smile on his face.
But at this moment, his smile no longer had the original innocence and simplicity, it was full of weirdness and greed.
"Old man, why are you here?"
Shu Guan stopped, with a look of extreme surprise on his face, and looked at the old farmer and asked.
"Ara still wants to invite you, little kid, to have a meal at home. Besides, it's so dark and the road is not easy to walk. Little kid, you might as well go to Ala's house and stay one night before leaving!"
The old farmer grinned.
"Dinner? Stay overnight?"
Shu Guan couldn't help but also laughed.
"Are you going to eat me again after dinner? I'm afraid that if I go to my husband's house, I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."
"Am I right? Elder Hui."
The weird smile on the old farmer's face suddenly froze.
The next moment, he seemed to want to jump from the rock.
It was just this time that a hand pressed on his shoulder.
The young man who had been a wonderful meal in his eyes had stood in front of him before he knew it and put a palm on his shoulder.
The old farmer felt as if a huge mountain had suddenly pressed down on him, and he could no longer stand up.
The old farmer looked up at the young man.
There was still a faint smile on the young man's face, but looking at it in the night, the old farmer felt that the young man's smile at this time was so weird.
The old farmer, who originally thought that he was the one who brought the other party weirdness and terror, finally realized that the other party was a weirder existence than himself.
"Who are you?"
The old farmer asked with a trembling voice.
"I should be the one asking you questions now."
Shuguan smiled and exerted slight pressure on his palms.
The current situation is better than taking action directly in the opponent's lair.
In fact, not long ago, Shu Guan was hesitant to take action directly, because at that time he had not yet confirmed the location of the leader of the Blood Fiend Sect, nor did he know the specific situation in that village.
But in such a village full of practitioners, he couldn't find out more information, because as long as he used Taoism, it would easily arouse others' vigilance.
Now that the old man brings it to that door himself, it would be the best thing.
As Shuguan exerted slight force on his palm, the old farmer suddenly heard the sound of creaking and grinding bones in his body. The old farmer felt that his body was about to fall apart in an instant.
"What do you want to know?"
The old farmer asked in a voice filled with fear.
"Why do you want to attack me? If you, the Blood Demon Sect, were so careless, you would have been wiped out countless times."
"Because... because the blood on your body is so tempting. I have never encountered such attractive and life-filled blood. I couldn't hold it back for a moment..."
Shu Dian nodded.
It's more like what I just guessed.
My body, which has been bathed in dragon blood, may have some strong temptation for these evil cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect.
Then Shu Guan asked the two questions he wanted to know most.
"Where is your sect master now?"
"Are all the people in that village from your Blood Demon Sect? Are there any other ordinary people?"
…
The old farmer walked slowly into the village entrance.
It was already the time when the bright moon was high, and the weather was very good tonight. The bright moonlight and stars filled the small village at the foot of Lansun Mountain, dyeing the thin frost on the bluestone road with a light silvery white light.
The old farmer walked on the shimmering bluestone road towards the large house with green walls and red tiles.
On the road, I met a few villagers rushing to the door. There were no outsiders in the village at this time. The villagers ducked respectfully on both sides of the road and bowed to the old farmer.
"Hello, Elder Hui!"
"Hello, Elder Hui!"
The old farmer didn't speak, but nodded casually to the villagers.
The old farmer walked to the end of the bluestone road. He first walked to the waterwheel beside the pond and stayed for two or three seconds.
Then he turned around and walked to the big house. He lifted the copper ring on the door and clicked it lightly a few times. Then he waited outside the door with his hands behind his hands.
Two or three minutes later, the vermilion door creaked open from the inside, and a gentle and elegant middle-aged man stood behind the door.
"It turns out to be Elder Hui."
The gentle middle-aged man had a polite smile on his face and said:
"Elder Hui, haven't you rested today?"
The old farmer also bowed his hands to the gentle middle-aged man in the same polite manner and said:
"Steward Jin, I want to meet the master."
A look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the face of the middle-aged gentle man known as Butler Jin.
"Elder Hui, you know that the sect master is in retreat during this period, and it is not convenient for others to disturb him."
"Allah really has something very important, and I must report it to the sect master immediately."
The old farmer insisted solemnly.
Butler Jin pondered for a moment, then sighed and said:
"In that case, then Elder Hui, just follow me."
Having said that, Butler Jin did not walk into the house, but walked out of the gate, walked to the pond, and walked to the waterwheel.
Butler Jin raised his palm and placed it on the somewhat ancient waterwheel, and recited a few Taoist formulas.
Then, Butler Jin took his hand away from the water cart.
As he removed his hand from the waterwheel, the waterwheel spun on its own.
After the water wheel began to rotate, the water in the pool was pumped into the buckets. The buckets filled with pool water slowly rose as the spokes rotated.
The water level in the pond began to drop at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This is a very strange and incredible picture.
Waterwheels are of course used to pump water.
However, the speed at which this waterwheel pumped water was completely unreasonable. The waterwheel had just rotated a quarter of the way, and only five or six buckets were filled with water, but the water level in the pond had already dropped by five or six meters.
This is a very small pond, but no matter how small the pond is, it will take a small water truck to drain the water in the pond. It will not be possible in a few months.
And, where does the water in those ponds go now? Is it in those palm-sized buckets of water?
The water wheel continued to rotate slowly, the water in the pond rippled slightly, and the water level dropped rapidly.
What is also somewhat unexpected is that the water in this small pond is actually so deep. Even after the water level dropped by more than 20 meters, the bottom of the pond is still not visible.
And when the water wheel finally completed a circle and all twenty-four buckets were filled with water, the bottom of the pond was revealed.
The depth of the pond is more than fifty meters, and the bottom of the pond is not mud, but a mountain.
Under the pond is a bone mountain made of countless bones.
On top of the bone mountain, sitting cross-legged was a middle-aged man with red skin.
The middle-aged man has long hair hanging down his shoulders, a thin face with sharp lines, and lips as thin as a knife, showing that he is a man with an extremely tough and ruthless character.
At this time, the middle-aged man's eyes were tightly closed, his chest was rising and falling, and his breathing was long. As he breathed and breathed, in the mountain of bones beneath him, which was made up of the bones of an unknown number of people, there were traces of traces. Wisps of black air visible to the naked eye emerged and penetrated into the middle-aged man's nose.
"The master of the sect has been practicing this bone art for decades, and now it is about to be successful."
Butler Jin looked at this scene and said with a smile:
"Once the success is achieved, the sect master will be able to re-integrate the inheritance of the two sects of Bone Demon and Blood Demon. Breaking through to the land of immortals will be a matter of course. Even entering the true immortal realm is still a matter of hope."
"The most important thing is that when the sect master merges the two inheritances into one, he can unify the Blood Demon Sect and the Bone Demon Sect and restore the glory of the Blood and Bone Demon Sect thousands of years ago. By then, what need will we have in Shen City? We are also afraid of other cultivator forces, even the Seven Immortals Alliance can hardly do anything to us!"
The old farmer beside him kept nodding his head, seeming to agree with what Butler Jin just said.
Then Butler Jin bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man with a demon-like aura under the pond and on top of the bone mountain, and said loudly:
"Master, Elder Hui has something important to report."
The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, two blood moons seemed to rise on the White Bone Mountain.
It was a pair of eyes filled with strange red light, cold and cruel, with blood-like light flowing out of the eyes, dyeing the entire mountain of bones with a blushing veil.
"What's the matter?"
The middle-aged man looked at the old farmer and asked in a deep voice.
His voice was like the wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hells, carrying an endless chilling air.
But the moment he looked at the old farmer, his brows suddenly frowned, and his eyes became extremely strange.
"Your blood..."
The middle-aged man blurted out something.
While he was saying this, the old farmer grinned, showing a mouth of sharp black and yellow teeth, and answered the question he just asked.
"kill you!"
The old farmer's answer was only two words.
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange image suddenly appeared on the old farmer's body.
I saw an identical head appearing on both sides of his shoulders, and two other pairs of arms stretched out from under his ribs.
One of the palms held a knife shaped like an ox's ear. With a wave of his arm, he cut off the throat of Butler Jin next to him.
Under the soil where he stood, a huge horn-shaped bow and a quiver emerged from the soil.
Two arms raised their hands to catch the giant bow and quiver, drew the arrow like lightning, nocked the arrow, pulled the string, fired the bow, and shot an arrow at the middle-aged man on the Bone Mountain.
The other two arms were raised high, and between the ten fingers, they pinched a Taoist formula. The one on the left side of the three heads shouted loudly:
"Thunder!"
All of this happens at the same time.
…
Immediately afterwards, the iron arrow roared and hit the middle-aged man in front of him.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and countless white bones flew out from the mountain of bones under him, forming a bone wall and blocking him in front of him.
Above the sky, dark clouds suddenly appeared, covering up the bright moon and stars tonight. Within the dark clouds, there were streaks of thunder like golden snakes.
…
The iron arrow hit the bone wall, and the white bones instantly turned into debris. A big hole appeared on the bone wall. The iron arrow passed through the big hole and shot into the left chest of the middle-aged man.
Then the second iron arrow flew in through the hole.
…
From the sky, countless golden thunder and lightning fell like a heavy rain, and all the thunder and lightning fell on the small village at the foot of Lan Bamboo Mountain.
If viewed from a distance, this small village seems to be enveloped in a huge shield-shaped light group.
The thunder with terrifying power destroyed everything within the scope of the light group.
One after another, the houses were turned into powder under the bombardment of thunder. At the same time, the people in the houses were also turned into powder. There were many Blood Demon Sect disciples who were directly struck by the sudden thunder in their sleep. The thunder struck so hard that not even the bones were left.
In the blinding light of thunder and lightning, a figure could be vaguely seen standing as tall as a mountain, constantly unfurling his bow and nocking arrows, shooting arrow after arrow.
There was also a man's voice filled with despair and fear that kept roaring.
"Who are you!"
"Who are you!"
"who are you!"
The thunder in the sky lasted for two or three minutes before it stopped.
The desperate man's roar finally gradually became lower and lowered until it disappeared.
When the thunder and lightning that shrouded the entire village finally dissipated, the village had been razed to the ground.
Among the ruins, only a figure holding a bow stood.
That night, the Blood Demon Sect, which had been poisoning the land of Shen City for hundreds of years, was completely destroyed.
(End of chapter)
