Chapter 136, Jungle Killing

Just when Zhang Zhonglin was unwilling, several embroidery needles shot out.

"Woo Woo Woo ~ "

Several big men were solved in an instant, and every embroidery needle went straight into the heart, and fell directly to the ground, returning to the underworld on the spot.

Chen Miao's figure flickered, and she came to the side of several corpses, her eyes were full of calm, and she said lightly.

"Are you Zhang Lu'an's nephew?

Chen Miao turned her back to the little boy and didn't mean to look at him at all.

Zhang Zhonglin recovered from his fright and hurriedly spoke.

"Who are you? How do you know I am?"

The corners of Chen Miao's mouth hooked up a hint of ridicule, slowly turned around, and spoke.

"The rest of the people in the dart game are all dead! Only Zhang Lu'an and Zhang Zhonglin have been arrested! You have been hunted down by the people of Heifeng Village again! It's a little boy again! Who are you if it's not you?"

When Zhang Zhonglin heard this, his face turned pale, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked.

"Aunt Qian is also gone, she should have escaped!"

The corners of Chen Miao's mouth hooked up a sneer, and she spoke.

"Zhang Lu'an's wife has committed suicide! By the way, where is Zhang Lu'an?"

Zhang Zhonglin's heart tightened, he almost fainted, two lines of tears fell, and he said weakly.

"Since I was a child, Aunt Qian has treated me like a parent, but now I have suffered this catastrophe, but I can't do anything, I'm so useless!"

Chen Miao looked down at Zhang Zhonglin, who was sitting on the ground, with a flat face, and spoke.

"What about Zhang Lu'an? Hurry up and answer!"

Zhang Zhonglin came back to his senses suddenly, pointed to the woods in front of him, and hurriedly spoke.

"The second uncle covered me to escape, and I haven't escaped yet!"

When Chen Miao heard this, she frowned and hurriedly spoke.

"He didn't get out, didn't you say it earlier! There are still immortal cultivators over there, it will be bad if he goes late!"

Zhang Zhonglin panicked instantly, and hurriedly spoke.

"So what to do?"

Chen Miao grabbed Zhang Zhonglin and turned into a bloody light and rushed forward.

Before Chen Miao's retreat had gone far, he saw a group of black-clothed men armed with steel knives, led by a man riding a tall horse, walking in his direction.

When Zhang Zhonglin saw these people, he hurriedly said to Chen Miao.

"That's them! It's them who killed everyone in the game!"

Chen Miao's figure flashed, intercepting all the many black-clothed people.

The middle-aged man led by him hurriedly stopped, clenched his fists slightly at Chen Miao, and spoke.

"This fellow Daoist stopped me and waited, I don't know what's going on?"

Chen Miao patted Zhang Zhonglin on the shoulder, staring at the middle-aged man coldly.

Zhang Zhonglin instantly understood and hurriedly spoke.

"Let go of my second uncle!

The middle-aged man frowned, quickly turned over and dismounted, and said to Chen Miao.

"This fellow Daoist, do you want to be the enemy of our Black Wind Village for the sake of mere ants? This is not a wise choice!"

Chen Miao's eyes were full of contempt, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she spoke.

"You Black Wind Village are also worthy of being my enemy?

The middle-aged man held the storage bag tightly in his right hand and spoke.

"Don't talk big, be careful, the wind flashes your tongue!"

The middle-aged man kept beating the drum in his heart, he was already a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and the other party didn't pay attention to it at all, could his cultivation be really strong?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man arched his hand and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist, it's someone Zhou who is reckless! I hope Fellow Daoist forgiveness!"

Chen Miao waved her hand and continued to speak.

"Where is Zhang Lu'an? Give him to me!"

The middle-aged man's heart tightened, and he hurriedly spoke.

"Zhang Lu'an is a guest in the village, and if you want to pick him up, please follow me to the village! After all, what I said doesn't count!"

The corners of Chen Miao's mouth showed a hint of ridicule and spoke.

"Lead the way!"

Zhang Zhonglin shook Chen Miao's arm and hurriedly spoke.

"Don't listen to him! There is still some distance from Black Wind Village, they can't be so fast! This is their trick! If the second uncle is not here, then there is only one possibility!"

Hearing this, Chen Miao nodded slightly, stopped, and said in a cold tone.

"What do you mean, you want me to slaughter your Black Wind Village!

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face changed slightly, and he spoke.

"Daoyou misunderstood! Zhang Lu'an is really in the cottage! Just follow me to see it!"

Chen Miao didn't speak, just stared coldly at the many black-clothed people in front of him, and the atmosphere on both sides gradually became tense, as if they were brewing a big killing move.

At this moment, the bearded old man said angrily.

"Lao Tzu killed it with his own hands! What's the matter? Do you kid dare to have an opinion?"

The middle-aged man's face was instantly pale and bloodless, and he stared at the bearded old man with resentment on his face, and hurriedly arched his hand at Chen Miao, and said with a smile on his face.

"Don't listen to him, fellow Daoist! He's old, and he's already a little crazy! You can't find the south, south, north, and west when you speak! Don't be like him!"

Chen Miao's right hand flipped over, and dozens of embroidery needles appeared in his hand, and they were thrown forward, and the black man fell down in an instant, causing a burst of exclamations.

"What's going on, why are so many of our people dead?"

The rest of the black-clothed people all had their faces changed drastically, their faces were full of panic, and they raised their weapons to guard against Chen Miao.

The middle-aged man has now figured it out, the red-haired young man in front of him is definitely not a good stubble, don't look at the fact that he only has a faint mana fluctuation on his body, and he is not something he can provoke, it is very likely that he is a murderous character who is much more powerful than himself!

A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Miao's mouth and he spoke.

"I'll give you another chance! I'll tell you the truth! Where is Zhang Lu'an? Is he dead or alive now?"

The middle-aged man was still silent, as if he hadn't heard Chen Miao speak.

The black-clothed young man on his side hurriedly knelt down and said tremblingly.

"This immortal master! Brother Zhang is dead! He killed him! Frozen into an ice sculpture! Finally, he was chopped into pieces by that person!"

Another young man raised the big knife in his hand, and instantly rushed over and cut off the person's head with a knife, and a spring of blood spurted out of his neck several feet high, and the head rolled to the side drippingly, his face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were raised high.

The middle-aged man hurriedly arched his hand and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist! This person likes to talk nonsense the most! There are already brothers who have disposed of him! Let's go to Heifeng Village!"

The middle-aged man said that, but his left hand quietly buckled a large handful, and there was a small harpoon in the sleeve of his right hand!

Although this action was fast, it was captured by Chen Miao, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became a little thicker.

Chen Miao raised his hand fiercely, and dozens of sword qi rushed out, and most of the blacks present were killed or injured.

The middle-aged man sacrificed a turtle shell, and he quickly hid in it, which escaped a murder.

However, the shell was cut out of several cracks, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

The black-clothed people around him were scattering and fleeing, and the middle-aged man began to panic in his heart, and hurriedly rushed out of the turtle shell, throwing out a variety of talismans, turning into various colors of brilliance and bombarding Chen Miao.

Chen Miao grabbed the little boy, his figure flickered, quickly dodging the spells in the sky, holding a flaming long knife in his hand, he swung it forward, turning into a terrifying knife qi and pounced on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man hurriedly hid in the turtle shell, wanting to escape the killing again, but what made him unbelievable was that the turtle shell was actually split in half, and his vision began to blur.

The remnants of the man in black had long since disappeared, Chen Miao slowly walked to the body of the middle-aged man, turned his head and beckoned to Zhang Zhonglin, and spoke.

"Come here, grab this bag of his, this thing will be yours from now on!"

Zhang Zhonglin nodded slightly, hurriedly stepped forward, and when he got closer, he saw a puddle of red and white things on the ground, his stomach churned, and he vomited it with a wow, and said.

"I don't want it!

The corners of Chen Miao's mouth were slightly hooked, pointing to the storage bag, and spoke.

"This thing will be yours in the future! You put it away! Let's go find Zhang Lu'an! By the way, we will avenge the people in the dart bureau!"

Zhang Zhonglin thought of hatred, hurriedly grabbed the storage bag, picked up the small harpoon in the middle-aged man's hand, and slowly retreated.

Chen Miao nodded slightly, grabbed Zhang Zhonglin's shoulder, and continued to gallop forward......