Clang, clang, clang...
In the blink of an eye, Pei Wende and Qiu Wu fought several times.
The ringing sound of gold and iron pierced the eardrums, forcing the nearby villagers who wanted to intervene to be unable to see their figures clearly for a while.
However, just as Qiu Wu said, Pei Wende's knife had no killing intent.
The sharp knives he kept waving forced Qiu Wu back again and again. Under Pei Wende's seemingly continuous and ferocious offensive, he never really hit the opponent seriously.
Because the parts Pei Wende attacks are less lethal places such as limbs and torso.
Pei Wende felt that there were few places where he could attack with a single blow, such as the neck, the pit of the heart, and the vagina.
On the other hand, Qiu Wu's sword skills can almost be said to be aimed at Pei Wende's vital points, sometimes even at the cost of injury to attack his vital points.
——Knife of Mercy vs. Knife of Killing!
It's a pity that Qiu Wu is not facing anyone else this time, but Pei Wende, a successful practitioner.
Even without using any magical powers to strengthen his body, Pei Wende's amazing physique can completely crush his opponent.
The reason why he didn't attack his vital points with any moves was not because Pei Wende was inferior in skills, nor was it because Pei Wende was a compassionate and kind person.
The reason for all this is simply because Pei Wende has confidence in his sword skills.
Killing is not a skill. The real skill is to be able to restrain the murderous impulse in one's heart and successfully use force to stop a fight.
After all, although the villagers in this misty village were extremely evil, Pei Wende never thought that he was a judge for heaven.
Unless he encounters those beings who must go all out, Pei Wende will usually try his best to control the murderous intention in his heart as long as he can avoid killing.
In a sense, this can be regarded as one of Pei Wende's practices.
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At the same time, in the mist outside the Mist Village.
The moment Zhao Mu was transferred away by Qiu Wu, A Da, who had been following the two of them, instantly disappeared and disappeared into the mist.
Under the guidance of the fog, Ada soon arrived at the second area not shrouded in fog besides the village.
Compared with the huge village, the area of this area is very small, so small that it is not much larger than Zhou Sheng's house.
The most important thing is that Ada has an impression of this place.
Because when he was young, people in the village took him here.
And he told him solemnly that if something unexpected happened in the village, this would be the only safe place.
The only difference from Ada's impression is that a wooden house dedicated to hunting has been built here.
Hanging outside the house were pieces of animal skins and dried bacon.
At a glance, it can be seen that all kinds of firewood and farm tools are also fully prepared, and it can be seen that they can survive for a long time.
"Brother Mu?"
At this moment, the children in the village gathered near the hunting house.
Of course, although they are said to be children, in fact, the total number of children does not exceed five.
Among them, Zhao Mu, who was just transferred here, is the oldest.
Even if the other children were a little afraid of this "big brother" who usually didn't talk much, they were all obediently surrounding him now.
The children had no idea what was going on in the village.
They only knew that the adults in the village suddenly sent them to the hunting house, and Zhao Mu was the last child sent.
"Brother Mu, what happened in the village?"
"Abba, mom and dad, will everything be okay? They will definitely come back to pick us up, right?"
"Wow, I miss the village chief grandpa. I saw him walking into the fog before I left..."
"..."
Looking around at the chattering children, Zhao Mu, who was touched by something in his heart, suddenly understood his father's feelings.
The death of his mother was indeed inseparable from the villagers, and he did have sufficient reasons and motives for revenge.
But facing the elders who have watched me grow up, and the children I have watched grow up, can I really wield a butcher knife like them?
After the moment of anger, Zhao Mu, like Ah Da, suddenly fell into a deep contradiction.
"Brother Mu? Are you okay?"
Just when Zhao Mu's mood became more and more complicated, one of the little girls suddenly reached out and held his hand. The worried expression could not hide the emotions of fear and fear.
"I'm fine."
Raising his hand with difficulty, Zhao Mu rubbed the little girl's head and forced a smile on his lips.
"They...everyone will be fine."
Looking at the innocent children in front of him, the inexperienced boy was completely unable to sort out his inner emotions.
Things in this world are far more complicated than he imagined. At least Zhao Mu is confused.
On the one hand are the villagers who are inseparable from their mother's death...
On the other hand, there are the fifth uncle who loves him and these children who know nothing...
Zhao Mu felt that whatever he was doing now was wrong, but doing nothing also made his heart full of torment.
"Brother Mu, your mother will be fine too!"
It was the same little girl who held Zhao Mu's hand tightly and tried her best to comfort him in the way she could understand.
"My dad told me that as long as we pray sincerely, they will all be safe."
Hearing what the little girl said, Zhao Mu was suddenly startled, as if an uneasy premonition suddenly surged into his heart.
Then he lowered his head and noticed that in the little girl's other hand, she was actually holding a wooden sculpture that was almost split in the middle.
"Mirage?"
The body is as slender as a dragon and snake, the whole body is covered with dark yellow reverse scales, and the red hair on the temples is lifelike...
Although Zhao Mu has never seen the legendary mirage with his own eyes.
But from the previous conversation between Pei Wende and the old village chief, he already knew that the mirage was the source of all these incidents.
The wooden sculpture held in the little girl's hand was clearly a statue of a mirage.
"Wait, where did you pick this up?"
Zhao Mu was very sure that this was definitely not something that the little girl originally had.
Vaguely, Zhao Mu even felt an unprecedented majesty and trembling from this lifelike statue.
"Is this this? My father gave it to me before he sent me here."
He raised his hand and handed the statue of the mirage to Zhao Mu. The little girl tilted her head and smiled.
"It looks great! My dad said this is a god named 'Mirage', and praying to him can grant all our wishes!"
"Brother Mu, do you want to make a wish?"
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