Immortality Cultivation Era

In Zhou Wei’s opinion, the people in this village are simply ridiculous.

Obviously, I want to kill and rob people, but I have to put on a posture of "you hurt us, we are forced to murder you."

Isn't this a cover-up?

Obviously, it is an incomprehensible thing. On the contrary, everything seems to be so smooth and normal in Gaoge.

Zhou Wei said to Gao Ge, you don't know what logic is.

Gao Ge told Zhou Wei, you don't know what human nature is.

This seems to be on another topic.

I don't know why, Zhou Wei suddenly felt that Gaoge is not a good person.

Probably because of the high songs, I can read these people in the village.

This is definitely a terrible thing.

Because of this, Zhou Wei feels that it is impossible for him to become friends with Gaoge in his life, because the two people have different ideas. When they see a thing, they see different faces. Perhaps, they sing higher than him. More profound, but a little bit of time to see some things too thorough, definitely not a good thing.

"Sometimes, it is not a bad thing to think that something is difficult to understand." Gao Ge said to Zhou Wei.

Zhou Yi seems to understand and nod his head, and his expression is still a bit blank.

He doesn't know what the high song is now expressing, but his instincts tell, don't understand it.

Many people in the village have come around.

At the entrance to the village, the Mr. Shuoshu also stopped.

The night was already deep, but he did not think about going back to rest.

The children in the village may feel that the head of this storytelling is not normal, but the rose fairy is holding his chin, sitting on one side, watching this storytelling, listening to him telling stories that are easy to understand.

At this time, the rose fairy suddenly became depressed.

She is very hopeful that the other person can see herself and hear herself.

Then, come forward and ask why you should do this.

The movement in the village is getting bigger and bigger. Mr. Shuo put away his own things, took up the guys, and walked over to the old lady's house.

Although he already knows what will happen next, he still wants to check it out.

"Maybe, you are like me." Rose Fairy stood by Mr. Shuo, as if it were like a shadow, and he still said, "Although they can see you, they can hear your voice, but you are like us, what? Can't change, can't do anything."

After saying this, the rose fairy suddenly felt that this storytelling is the most worthy sympathy.

She has a sense of powerlessness because she can't do anything.

What about Mr. Storytelling?

His sense of powerlessness must be unimaginable.

In the yard, although Dahan was a good man, he was hit by a head with a flat load and stunned.

By the time he woke up, he had been **** with five flowers.

The other people in the caravan were also tied up.

"Bastard! Bastard! You actually put medicine in the food!"

"Mother, what do you want to do?"

The beard's face is also gloomy.

He stared at the woman hiding in the crowd, his eyes like a sharp sword.

The woman took the son's hand and looked at him calmly, silent for a long time, and slowly went forward.

"Actually, I didn't lie to you," the woman said. "I was deducted by them. Those are true."

"..." The beard slammed and became more and more difficult to understand. "If this is the case, then why..."

"As long as I help them catch enough people, they will let me go, but unfortunately, there is no woman in your caravan." The woman whispered, "If there is another beautiful girl, They are willing to let me go."

The man laughed happily.

"Interesting, it’s really fun! I’ve heard the story of being a tiger. The people who were eaten by the tigers turned into ghosts after they died. They want to find new prey for the tigers, let the tigers eat, and have new ones. When the ghosts appear, they can be freed. What is the difference between you and the devil?"

"I am just for myself, is it wrong?" the woman asked.

Dahan shook his head: "Yes."

"You can resent me, and you can even turn it into a ghost to come to me. This is for yourself. In fact, it is true." The woman said, "People say that the poor are short-minded, and that they are right, they are poor." You can't eat it, you still want him to think of a famous name, and it's too unreal. For the poor, how to eat a full stomach is the most important thing. I am the same, I just think, how to leave Here, how to live, how to do it before you can see the sun outside, so, sorry, I have no time to think about the so-called morality, good and evil."

Dahan smiled.

"I can hear this from your mouth. I am quite surprised, but you are right."

The woman suddenly had some sorrow.

She fixedly looked at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with deep doubts.

She feels that this man is different from what he has seen before.

Those men, as long as they are at this time, must be full of fear, or, desperately cursing themselves.

But now.

The man in front of him, looking at his own eyes is very calm, calm... like a pool of stagnant water.

The more she does, the more she feels confused.

"Are you afraid of dying?"

"If you are afraid, you don't have to die?" Dahan asked.

"..."

"Actually, my brothers are very wronged. You have already prescribed medicine. Now, you still have to say that I am tired of them." Dahan said with a smile. "There is something that is untenable!"

"Shut up!" A big drink, coming from the mouth of the village chief.

At this time, the village head, there is a half-faced kindness on the face.

Instead, it is a fierce face, a murderous body, even a high song can feel it.

"To kill the shackles, hurry up! Laozi is afraid of anything in this life, that is, not afraid of death! Grandpa's, is to murder and rob people, must have a victim's attitude, hey, evil is not disgusting?" Shouting, the scorpion shouted, "There is not enough people to swallow the elephants, and you guys, one day, sooner or later, one day is worse than Laozi! I have never done anything bad in this life, killing people, killing is also a bandit, even if it is dead, You can't go to hell, but you guys... Can you sleep at night when you close the door? Are you afraid of something, lying under your bed? Hahaha!"

The faces of the villagers were eclipsed by the light of the torches, and they were gradually distorted. At this moment, they looked more like a group of demons.

It seems like...

It is a festival of demons.

"Kill them." The village chief snorted and turned around, and the people behind him had already opened their own way.

Three or five strong men took out their knives, smirked and walked toward the face of the caravan.

"Stop! Stop!"

A young man in a white shirt quickly ran towards this side, groaning, and fell a few times.

"You are going to be retributed! You are going to be retributed! Let's put down the butcher's knife! Otherwise, your generation, your children, your children's children... Do you really want to make the whole village change? Into a cannibal village?!"

The scholar screamed hysterically and snarled.