The clouds are thick and it is going to rain.

The people in the village were so hard at work that they didn't pay any attention to the damn weather.

They would not have noticed that there was one more person in this small village with a population of less than 100 people.

A strange man.

Since I didn't notice it, I didn't pay attention to it.

The man was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, with big eyes and a sunny smile on his delicate face, which made people feel refreshed.

He looked up at the sky, and then at the people who were working hard, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was not easy for ordinary people to detect.

Unfortunately, no one found out.

The sky finally fell, and the inky black clouds covered the entire sky, and the rain poured down.

People put on rain gear and are still working.

Suddenly, a touch of red appeared on the ground that had been washed by the rain, so bright and conspicuous.

It's blood.

Whose blood?

Someone told us the answer.

The blood of the villagers.

At first it was one person who fell, then two people, and then it fell in pieces.

Three men stood out from the crowd and looked at the men.

"Wind, thunder, rain and lightning, I was ordered to find the "Breath Sutra"!"

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