The old man hooked the mallet into the house, and the men looked at each other, and gathered at the door of the old man's house, and the others continued to fetch water, and the little boy still sat on the ground with his head bowed, and everything was back to the way it was.

Cheng Xiaotian stared at the wellhead, puffing up his anger to compete with himself, he was tricked by an old madman, and everyone had to panic in his heart.

"Don't be angry, young man, I apologize to you on behalf of my husband." Gentle words came from behind him, Cheng Xiaotian turned around, and saw the fake "mother" standing behind him with a wooden barrel.

Seeing Cheng Xiaotian looking over, the woman lowered her head and explained: "Our son joined the puppet army and later died in Mochizuki Village, from then on, whenever my husband sees a young man in a military uniform, he will think that our son has returned......"

The woman lowered her head and told her that Cheng Xiaotian had mixed tastes when she heard it, and half of her anger disappeared at that time. At this time, the people in front had already finished fetching water, and it was finally Cheng Xiaotian's turn.

"Give me the bucket." Cheng Xiaotian stretched out his hand to the woman, who hesitated for a moment, leaned down and handed over the barrel.

This well in the town of Sweet Water Well is very famous, not only for its sweet taste, but also for its healing and strengthening effect, and it is all because of it that it can be inhabited as a town. The above is by no means a legend, Cheng Xiaotian is now lying on the edge of the well, only to feel that the aura is blowing on his face, and the concentration is about to catch up with the spiritual spring.

Poof.

The bucket fell into the water, shattered the reflection of the full moon, lifted it up again, filled the bucket, and delivered it to the woman.

"Thank you, young master." The woman took a bucket of water, thanked her, and turned away.

Cheng Xiaotian stood by the well, looked at the back of his hand, and fell into doubt. I saw a layer of goosebumps on the back of his right hand, which was slowly subsiding.

"What's going on? Is there an evil spirit? Cheng Xiaotian muttered to himself, his brows tightly locked.

He is a cultivator with all five elements, and his five senses are extremely keen, and his body will react naturally if the surrounding environment is slightly inappropriate. He didn't feel the cold just now, so there was only one possibility for such a physical reaction - approaching something evil.

Looking up blankly, the woman was staggering away with water, and she couldn't see anything unusual.

Looking up at the sky, the sun has set, and a full moon hangs high in the sky, exuding a cold light.

Everything seems to be normal, could it be that I am wrong? When I lowered my head and looked at the back of my hand, the goosebumps had completely subsided.

Laughing at himself, Cheng Xiaotian threw down the bucket again, ready to fetch water and return to the camp. However, with the warning just now, he slowed down his movements very slowly, and carefully observed while pouring water.

Upside down, his face became more and more ugly, and he could clearly see through Yuehua that the hand with the bucket gradually developed a layer of goosebumps.

There is a problem with the water in this well!

Cheng Xiaotian threw the bucket back into the well with his backhand, kicked the bucket over, and lit a spiritual fire in the palm of his left hand, which swept over against the stagnant water on the ground. Everywhere the flames passed, the well water steamed violently, and a faint black gas floated up.

"You can't drink this water!" Cheng Xiaotian suddenly turned around and stopped drinking.

The woman was so frightened that the bucket fell and was about to fall to the ground, when she suddenly reached out a hand to catch the bucket.

"Let's go back and cook." The man who took the bucket whispered reassuring and delivered it to the woman.

The woman bowed and left, and the visitor raised his head with a smile and looked at Cheng Xiaotian.

"Tax collector." Cheng Xiaotian's face became more and more gloomy.

"It's not early, let's get some water and go back." The tax collector spoke softly and calmly, and although he was an orc, he was not rude at all, but more like a scholar. Seeing that Cheng Xiaotian had no reaction to his words, he was not angry, he shook his head with a smile and turned around.

"You're not a tax collector." Cheng Xiaotian said in a deep voice, and the tax officer was stunned when he heard the sound and stopped.

Turning around, the tax officer looked at Cheng Xiaotian, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and said, "My position was granted by the Governor of Urchaga, what, do you have an opinion on this?"

Cheng Xiaotian stood by the well, his eyes began to flash with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "I have seen the tax officer here, although you look the same as him, but I can conclude that you are definitely not him."

"Oh?" A trace of surprise flashed in the tax officer's eyes, he lowered his head and thought about it, and suddenly smiled again: "Since the appearance is the same, how can you conclude that I am a fake?"

"You don't taste the same." After Cheng Xiaotian finished speaking, he fished on the edge of the well, grabbed the bright wood staff, and began to approach the tax officer.

The tax officer shook his head helplessly while retreating: "So that's the case, I can't help it."

"You've been fooled, but I didn't even notice anything." Cheng Xiaotian grabbed the staff and continued to approach.

"Okay." The tax collector sighed, and his voice began to turn stern: "Tell you frankly, my real identity is the new advisor of the coalition forces, the rank of overseer, soldier, my words are orders to you!"

"I'm not your soldier." As soon as Cheng Xiaotian finished speaking, he suddenly felt a tightness under his feet and was hugged by someone.

When I looked down, I saw that the little boy who had been sitting on the ground hugged his right foot, opened his mouth wide, and bit his calf!

Click!

The sound of teeth colliding was furious in the hearts of the listeners, and at the critical moment, Cheng Xiaotian grabbed the little boy's hair and dragged it back, and the little boy was dragged to his back facing the sky and bit into the air. By the moonlight, it was clear that the little boy's face was full of rotten holes, and in some places bones had been exposed, his eyes had turned dead gray without pupils, and his huge mouth that had been cracked to his cheeks was full of dense serrated teeth, and his mouth was stinking and black.

After being caught by the hair, the little boy wrestled desperately, biting Cheng Xiaotian with his mouth open, and his hair was pulled by himself to "crackle" and break one by one.

"What the hell is this?!" Cheng Xiaotian threw the little boy out with his backhand and got up to look at the tax officer.

No, the tax collector is gone, and the man standing against the wall now, although still wearing the clothes of a tax officer, looks like a typical male ghost. At his feet was a magic scroll with a full-body portrait of the tax officer, apparently he had also disguised himself like Cheng Xiaotian, and now he was his true face.

Tom tom!

There was a sudden explosion behind the undead, and one after another figures crashed directly through the wall and landed beside him. These people are all wearing orc uniforms, and their rotten faces are vaguely recognizable, all of them are Cheng Xiaotian's "comrades-in-arms" just now. Only now they're like little boys, all of them looking weird and crazy.

At the same time, several human men who had been guarding the door of the old man's house and refused to leave suddenly grabbed their necks and struggled on their backs, their faces and arms rapidly rotting to the naked eye.

"Who are you, and what have you done to them?" Cheng Xiaotian gritted his teeth and asked, and a bad premonition began to arise in his heart.

The undead laughed when he heard this: "I should ask this question."

At this moment, on the roof behind Cheng Xiaotian, someone answered their respective questions.

"He's the undead binders, Short, and they've been cursed by the carrion and become puppets of the living dead. And he is the lord of the Arathi Basin - Xiaotian Eliot. ”

Cheng Xiaotian and the undead were startled at the same time, turned their heads to look, and saw a man in red sitting on the roof over there, with a blue void ray suspended above his head, and a woman in red riding on his back.

"Manranor!"

"Vanessa!"

The Undead Bondage Short and Cheng Xiaotian exclaimed at the same time, it was Manla Nuoer, the Fire Elemental Walker, and Vanessa, who was let go by Cheng Xiaotian!