In a village in Dahua, there is very little smoke.
Several women were washing clothes next to a ditch in the village. They washed the clothes in their hands carefully and chatted with each other about household matters.
What we are talking about is just the men in the family or our children...
An unmarried woman often hides her face and blushes in embarrassment, causing the other women on the side to joke and laugh, as if the unmarried woman is being talked about by other women.
A group of men returned to the village from work, and they seemed to have prey or farming tools in their hands.
A woman who was doing laundry elbowed the unmarried woman and nuzzled at a group of men returning to the village.
The unmarried woman turned her head and glanced, immediately lowered her head and blushed, and several married women immediately burst into laughter.
A strong young man among the men who were returning to the village saw the unmarried woman washing clothes by the ditch. His eyes lit up and he was about to step forward, but was forced back by a secret glare from the unmarried woman.
The strong boy stepped back immediately, scratched his head, and smiled.
The quiet village suddenly burst into laughter.
The unmarried woman blushed and lowered her head.
This village is peaceful and happy...
Only an old man who looked like a patriarch looked at the dark tunnel that appeared out of thin air in the village, with sorrow and worry in his eyes.
At this time, a burst of noise came from outside the village, and dozens of practitioners swarmed in, looking at the corridor in the village with bright eyes.
"Finally found it!" An old practitioner looked excitedly at the dark corridor in the village.
"Is this the legendary passage to the other side of God's Realm?" asked a young man next to the old man.
The old cultivator nodded: "You can't be wrong! There will be several tunnels like this in China, and this must be one of them. I smell the aura of the divine realm in it."
"Hahaha!" Another young man on the side was excited, "Then let's go in quickly. The secret of God's Realm is waiting for us inside. What a great opportunity."
The old cultivator nodded, turned to look at the mortals in the village, and frowned.
At this time, those in the village also noticed these uninvited guests.
The old man who looked like the patriarch of the village walked away tremblingly, came up, and said respectfully and fearfully: "I don't know how many immortals are here to come, but if they are not welcomed from afar, I hope the immortals will not blame them."
Immortal?
When the men and women in the village heard the clan leader speak, they immediately started talking and felt a little scared and panicked.
The old cultivator frowned and looked down at the frightened and weak mortal clan leader. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned to look at the young man beside him.
The young man also frowned, looked at the old cultivator and asked: "What should we do? These mortals can easily reveal the news that there is an entrance to the divine realm here. If other monks come in behind us, they may compete with us for the opportunity. Come. All the hard work was spent on making the wedding dress..."
After hearing what the young monk said, the mortal patriarch's face instantly turned pale, and he immediately said anxiously:
"Immortal, please forgive me. I promise that we will not talk nonsense. I hope the immortal will be kind. Our village has lived here for generations and has never left the village. We will never reveal the traces of the immortals or the news of this big hole." "
The old cultivator's eyes flashed, and he said coldly to the people behind him: "Kill them all! Only the dead will not reveal the news!"
The tone seemed to be just discussing the whereabouts of a group of livestock.
Everyone in the village turned pale in an instant. If they faced a beast, they still had room to fight back, but they were facing an immortal. As long as the immortal wanted to kill them, they would have no chance of survival.
"No! I beg the immortal to spare the lives of the villagers. We will not talk nonsense. If the immortal kills you, please kill the immortal and don't hurt the villagers."
The clan leader knelt on the ground tremblingly, banging his head on the earth and rocks with sincerity and fear.
In just two blows, he smashed his head open and blood flowed all over his face.
"If it really doesn't work, the immortal can use his magic to turn the whole village into mutes. I just ask the immortal to spare the lives of the villagers!" He begged for mercy in fear. He just wanted to leave a way for the villagers to survive without thinking about it at all. What would happen if the entire village became mute?
It’s better than total death, right?
"The villagers are not at fault, it's just that this hole appeared in the village by chance..."
When the clan elder was still trying to fight for it, a fairy sword was inserted into the back of his heart while he was kneeling on the ground...
The clan elder knelt on the ground, looking at the tip of the sword pierced through his chest with a sad expression. He tried his best to turn around and look at the people in the village behind him...
The face was full of apologies, as if he was sorry for not being able to find a way out for everyone...
The fairy sword was pulled out, and the clan elder fell to the ground and died.
There was endless sorrow and apology in the eyes of the dead...
"Clan leader!"
When the strong young man in the village saw the death of the patriarch, he was extremely sad and rushed out with the sickle in his hand, wanting to die with these beasts cultivating immortality.
Just after taking a few steps, a fairy sword flew out, penetrated his chest, and then returned to the hands of a young monk with an indifferent expression.
The strong young man looked blankly at the hole in his chest... It turned out that the gap between mortals and immortals was so big.
He tried hard to turn around to see the figure of the unmarried woman, but in the end he still couldn't wait to see his sweetheart for the last time.
His eyes darkened, he fell to the ground and died...
...I'll wait and see you below, but how wonderful it would be if I couldn't wait for you all the time!
The women in the village immediately panicked and screamed, and the men raised their tools and rushed towards the immortal cultivators, hoping to fight to the death with these immortals who were aloof but treated them like livestock.
The unmarried woman in the village looked at the strong young man in front of her with tears in her eyes... If I had known this, I wouldn't have refused you just now.
...It doesn't matter, wait for me!
"Kill them all!" The old cultivator looked at a group of vulgar ordinary people with a cold face, and coldly ordered to the junior cultivators behind him.
As a result, dozens of fairy swords flew out, slaughtering the poor mortals in the village.
The unmarried woman did not scream in panic like other women, nor did she get into meaningless fights with the men in the village.
Just looking at the group of immortals, I want to carve the appearance of those people on my soul.
The unmarried woman looked at the group of aloof immortals who regarded human life as dirt. His eyes were full of endless hatred, and he slowly said: "I curse you to a bad death!"
You see... even the curse words of mortals are so mediocre!
A fairy sword flew over and penetrated the woman's chest, causing the woman to fall to the ground.
Die with your eyes open!
This village, all in one village...
Biquge
