Mo didn't have much interest in knowing the details of what happened back then, and the reason why he came here was more to verify some conjectures in his mind. And now, he has the answer.

It is true that people can become aliens for various reasons, but at the moment of becoming aliens, there is not much left in the inner body of the person. Even if it is an obsession for decades, it will be buried by the instinct of the alien. As for the so-called emotions, in the face of huge existential differences, there will be little left of the impact.

So what about yourself, can you keep your 'small' existence? Under the moonlight, the palm print of the right hand is clearly visible, and the traces that seem to indicate fate are winding out. And Mo already has a faint answer in his heart, which is the fact that he has always been unwilling to admit......

Anyway, I can only take one step at a time, haven't I always been like this before? Looking at the fire in the distant village, there was such a big movement just now, they must have noticed it, and now they should try to send someone to check the situation.

But these have nothing to do with him, turned around and walked into the carriage that had been prepared aside, and said lightly to the rider who was driving: "Let's go." ”

"Yes! Drive! With a wave of his whip, the coachman drove the horses into the thick night until they disappeared completely......

……

"Hahaha, this damn slut is still dead after all, hmph, the slut who should have died with that bastard in the first place, actually dared to come out and make trouble, but it wasn't a crusade, this is what happened when you dared to resist me back then!!"

Looking at the 'dryad' in front of him, which had been split in half, it looked like he was completely dead and could no longer die. The old man's face could not hide the smugness and resentment. That incident brought him and his family an inexhaustible 'shame'.

And after death, he actually turned into an 'alien'. In the past few decades, the existence of the other party seems to be reminding him of the 'things' of the year all the time. However, for the sake of the other party bringing a lot of wealth to the village and himself, it is not impossible to turn a blind eye.

However, I didn't expect that this 'slut' really became a 'scourge', and almost destroyed the entire village! It doesn't matter if she wants revenge or just 'cannibalism'. Such a thing will never be tolerated.

But fortunately, the 'adult' took action to completely remove this 'scourge'. Although it's a pity to have such a cash cow missing, it's not bad to be able to get rid of a henchman completely.

Hehe, what kind of sword saint, no matter how famous he is, he is not a hairy boy in the end, even if he knows the dirty things of the whole village, in order to save those so-called 'innocent' villagers, he is not the same obedient......

Just when all kinds of thoughts were tumbling in the old man's heart, suddenly there was an exclamation from the front. The old man was taken aback, isn't the other party dead? But he soon realized that this was just his own thoughts.

Lining up the crowd in front of him, the old man finally came to the 'thing' that everyone was watching. It was a long sword, right in the middle of the cracked trunk, three points into the ground.

"This is ......" Looking at the extraordinary-looking pitch-black long sword in front of him, the old man turned countless thoughts in an instant, and then an irrepressible greed rose.

This extremely extraordinary long sword is probably the 'divine sword' that His Highness Mo used to kill the 'Dryad'. But since the other party abandoned the sword here, then ......

Glancing around the surrounding villagers, the old man gritted his teeth, and then shouted loudly: "This is the sword of the Sword Saint to slay the demon, and the reason why I stayed here must be so that this sword can continue to protect the village." I decided to bring this sword back to the village and worship it every day! Let's save ourselves from yokai attacks in the future! ”

Hearing this, the villagers were in a commotion. They are not stupid, they don't know what kind of people the old man usually is, what to bring back to worship, they simply want to be greedy for ink, this is an extraordinary 'sharp weapon' at first glance.

However, because everyone has always been under his obscenity, they dare not say anything again. There were only one or two muttered a few words in a low voice, if there was nothing wrong with pulling out the sword, but after the old man glared fiercely a few times, he did not dare to have any objections.

Then the old man commanded his men to step forward and draw their long swords. However, to his surprise, the sword seemed to be inserted into the ground at random, but a strong man couldn't pull it out. But this made him even more convinced that this was a 'magic weapon'.

The reason why he wanted this 'divine weapon' was not only for its own precious value, but also for some future considerations. Although this time I invited a master to get rid of the monsters, there is no guarantee that other monsters will not come to attack in the future, and there is such a 'divine weapon' that can also leave a 'talisman' for his clan. Maybe it will work when it will work.

Of course, even if such a 'divine weapon' is to be worshipped, it must be enshrined in one's own home. As for the rest of the villagers, who cares if they live or die!

So the old man continued to command more people to step forward and draw their swords, and at the same time, he was secretly proud of his own 'vision'.

With a bang, under the joint force of several strong men, the long sword was finally pulled out. The old man's wrinkled and dark face was about to show unconcealed joy, but in the next moment, this 'smiling face' froze and twisted.

I saw that the long sword that was drawn quickly began to dissipate from the tip of the sword, turning into black air currents, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

"This ...... This...... ......Before the old man could scream, there was a sudden violent tremor from the ground under his feet, which directly shook him to the ground.

Earthquake?! No, no, if someone were standing hundreds of meters away at this time, they would find that the earth was not shaking at all. And the group of villagers who were standing in place were shaken to the ground one by one by an unknown 'shock'.

Feeling the vibration beneath him, all the villagers began to scream and wail, and the old man's ugly old face was already sweating profusely, and horror and panic spread all over his cheeks.

Although he didn't know what was going on, the old man had a gut feeling that something was about to come out. It was an absolute terror, a great crisis. Run, run, run!

The instinctive reminder of life stimulates everyone all the time, and everyone wails and wants to flee from the place. But in the end, I found that I couldn't even stand up. It turned out that the crazy trembling did not come from the earth, but from their own bodies that they were afraid of!

In the midst of a wail, the 'terror' finally came. It was an indescribable 'darkness', a 'wail' that pierced the soul. The resentment and evil qi visible to the naked eye were like a fountain, centered on the position where the long sword was drawn, and burst out in an instant. Envelop the space completely.

The wails, resentments, and despairs of the creatures that have been hunted under the trees accumulated over the decades. At this moment, all of them vented out, like a torrent, and all the villagers present were crushed and collapsed, until they were pulled into the endless abyss......

……

Mo, who was sitting in the carriage with his eyes half-closed as if he was resting, suddenly opened his eyes and looked behind him. Obviously blocked by the body, Mo's vision seemed to penetrate the body and countless distances, and saw the distant scene.

You can't live by your own wickedness......

The 'long sword' he left behind was itself to seal the town and wear away the resentment and grievances that had been accumulated in place for decades. Obviously, only some sane people will consider sealing and other directions when they find it difficult to pull out. Unfortunately, in the face of greed, the so-called reason often ceases to exist.

In the end, half of the reasons for the death of the 'dryad' can be attributed to the villagers who did not report it and watched them go to their deaths.

And the 'dead' who died because of their greed and selfishness are now given the retribution of 'Huangquan' because of the greed of the villagers, which can be regarded as a 'complete' ending.

Mo quickly withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again, as if he had fallen asleep......

…… To be continued......

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