The candle flame outlined on the blade of the sword like a cold star, and with the shaking of Wei Ming's wrist, it flew quickly in an instant!

Seeing that the situation was not good, I immediately clutched the wooden chair that had been thrown over my head, intending to strike before he did. Due to the inertia brought out by the body, the speed at which the wooden chair fell far faster than the speed at which the tip of the sword stabbed, and it seemed that in the next second, Wei Ming's hateful face would turn into a mess of mud!

Click!

However, just when I thought I was sure of victory, a crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded, and I vaguely caught a glimpse of a small hole in the window behind Wei Ming. Then, before my brain could react, my right arm suddenly lost its support as if it had disappeared, and the wooden chair that was still hanging in the air also fell to the ground not far from Wei Ming's right side with the deflection of the center of gravity.

"Mmmmmm

Yao's indistinct exclamation sounded, and I slowly turned my face, only to find that there was a pitch-black arrow feather on my shoulder, and the long sword in Wei Ming's hand was calmly pressed against the center of my throat.

The tearing pain came from the junction between the joint and the torso, and every time the muscles on the side of the wound trembled, it produced a tsunami-like multiplication. I clutched the bottom of the arrow, and the cold sweat was already pouring down like rain, and even breathing became a matter of trade-off. The cloudy sunlight sprinkled on my face, and my vision of Wei Ming began to blur, but behind the dizzy light, he seemed to look at me with a fatherly smile,

"Your Excellency, why bother?"

Wei Ming said helplessly, the cold tip of the sword roamed along my neck at will under his dance,

"Besides, even if the contemptible person dies at your hands, I'm afraid it will be rare to have a glimmer of life."

His voice echoed through the room, and it sounded loud with the chaotic noise of intrusion. I bit my lower lip tightly, waiting quietly for the butcher's knife to fall like a livestock to be slaughtered, but when I closed my eyes and waited for a while, the tragic image of the imaginary blood vessel cutting and the head rolling off did not happen, but instead, Wei Ming sighed with regret,

"Alas, Your Excellency, it's far from time."

With that, he changed his words and turned his gaze to the village chief who was lying by the door and was still unconscious.

"But there are some things that we can't wait any longer."

I felt the long sword on my shoulder be moved away and pointed at the old woman who was curled up not far away. Wei Ming hummed a little song like this, and walked to the village chief with a light step, and pointed the sharp sword at her bare ankle, and slammed it hard! The emaciated left foot fell alive in a series of chilling intertwining sounds of flesh and bones!

"Ahh Ahh!!h ”

The village chief bounced off the ground with a half-upright waist! The terrible wail was not at all human, and I saw her twitch and look at the source of the pain, but the next second, she could not even moan, except for her demented, trembling pupils to prove that she knew what was happening.

"Time is pressing, and it is inevitable that it will be rude to be contemptible, so please don't mind."

As she said these words, Wei Ming still maintained that almost sickly smile, and looked at the village chief with mockery and disdain in her eyes.

"Wei, Weiming, you ......"

The village chief looked at Wei Ming who was high up with blood-stained hands tremblingly, but when she was about to speak, her face became extremely ugly,

"You! What happened to the village?! ”

was stared at with such blood-red eyes, but Wei Ming replied happily as if he was enjoying it,

"Tut-tut, worthy of being a kind-hearted village elder, he still has this state of mind at this time, and the younger generation really admires it."

As he spoke, he bent down slightly towards the village chief.

But at this time, the old woman with a distorted face couldn't care about Wei Ming's bottomless teasing, and dragged her half-crippled legs like crazy, almost crying pleadingly,

"Wei Ming! What happened to them! The old life is at your disposal, but they! They—"

Seeing that the village chief who had tried to kill him before was now so down, Wei Ming actually squatted down with interest and said,

"They? Hahahaha! ”

Wei Ming suddenly laughed and walked behind the village chief and kicked the door open! Suddenly, the terrible scene outside the house surged towards the village chief, who was stunned and unable to move. Although she didn't say a word more, two scarlet blood tears clearly flowed from the edge of the round eye sockets.

"What, village elder, now you can tell the juniors without any scruples, after all, it is useless for the Fern clan."

Wei Ming said softly, with a hint of sincere concern in his words.

"Heh, haha, hahahaha! Wei Ming! It's you! ”

The village chief, who was looking at the front in a daze, suddenly shouted, and the sharp tone even Wei Ming frowned,

"You don't want to hear half a word from the old man in your life! Even if it's thousands of broken corpses! There's no way the old man can tell you about this brute! Besides—"

The village chief paused, and then said word by word in an extremely gloomy and terrifying tone,

"Before you came to Vivi Fern, it was a wasteland!"

When these words came out, Wei Ming suddenly couldn't laugh, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he asked reluctantly,

"Oh? Is it that the blood of the saint is not enough to sustain it? ”

But the village chief just sneered, and his bloodstained cheeks looked particularly secretive,

"Hehehe, Wei Ming, you'll never know—"

Just as she continued to talk about the person's non-human and ghostly tone, Xun suddenly broke in, and in the puzzled eyes of everyone, he took out a thumb-thick glass bottle from his pocket and carefully handed it to Wei Ming. The latter held the container in his hand and shook it in the sunlight, and the jade-green liquid exuded a fantastic color.

"Okay, stand down, wait for me at the entrance."

After Wei Ming raised his hand to send Xun away, he turned his head to the village chief and said mysteriously,

"Since you don't want to reveal it, the juniors don't dare to force it, but you don't want to wait for me, and ask you to go with the contemptible people to see what this so-called 'waste' means."

With that, he ignored us labble and walked out of the room first. Then a pair of gray-faced gnomes, dressed in black robes, rushed into the house and carried us along.

It has to be said that this group of Wei Ming's right-hand men is indeed extremely fast, and when the village is still in chaos, they have cleared a road to the cellar, and perfectly avoid all the noise and distractions, and they don't know how these strange creatures get mixed with Wei Ming.

As I thought about it, the arrow wound on my right shoulder went numb again, and it was accompanied by a burning sensation, which caused half of my body to be paralyzed and completely unable to exert my strength.

"Arrows are poisonous ......"

I shouted indistinctly, Yao who was carried in front seemed to understand, turned his head and looked at me in a panic, I had no choice but to smile bitterly and replied,

"I can't die yet."

As he spoke, the mighty procession stopped in the open space not far behind the church, and I saw from afar that the leader Xun groped on the ground for a while, and after a moment beckoned three or four other helpers, and then they worked together to lift two stone gates that were more than a man high from under the dust and gravel. After the scattered dust dissipated, Wei Ming made a gesture of please, and the black-robed gnomes carrying us left and right stepped into the bottomless staircase in unison.

I took one last look at the scorching sun, the dazzling golden light shining in the sky, and there was not a single cloud for hundreds of miles—it was no good time to go out. But it's a pity that even such a clear sky will be a beautiful scenery that I can't hope for.

As the height gradually decreased, a faint light of fire suddenly lit up in the far distance beneath my feet, and I craned my stiff neck and stared at it. I saw that at least a dozen meters away from us, on the platform, there was that disgusting monster.

"Damn, Bah!"

I lowered my voice and scolded, but I didn't think about it, but it caught Yao's attention, and she immediately turned her head sideways and made a few unintelligible noises in confusion. With my intuition, I probably guessed what Yao was trying to say, so I pointed my chin at the monster that was stretched to the point of bulging, and explained weakly,

"Bah, it's in its belly right now."

"Huh?"

Yao didn't seem to understand, but I didn't bother to explain it again. After all, the whole thing had nothing to do with it, and my only hope now was that she was still alive and told me what happened that night.

"Here we are, dear friends."

Wei Ming's voice echoed in the narrow and cramped cave, and I looked at it with Yao, only to see that where his handrail stood, there was a majestic bronze gate. But before he could speak, the village chief wriggled his body and shouted eagerly,

"Wei Ming! The old man advises you, it's too late to leave now! You had no idea what was going on here—"

"It doesn't matter."

Wei Ming interrupted the village chief's warning, walked to the door in a daze, and stretched out his hands to caress every line on it, as if it was his dream lover sealed after this. In front of everyone's eyes, he pressed his side face against the cold façade, and absorbed every breath of air that seeped from within, and his whole body trembled violently under this perverted desire. When Wei Ming finally tasted this incomprehensible pleasure, I found that his eyes looked around with a touch of sadness.

"Ah, you don't know that the pursuit of a despicable person's life is to find a life that is beyond the mortal and untainted by the world, but this is not easy. It took more than ten years for the contemptible people to exhaust everything, and even their wives were killed under the claws of wild beasts, but the untouchable existence never appeared. ”

Wei Ming stroked Xun's forehead in amazement, looking a little dazed,

"Until one day, the contemptible people in the fishing village on the outskirts of the capital city and countryside happened to hear that in the northern border of Qilang, deep in the endless green forest, there is a divine land independent of the destiny of heaven, with the miraculous effect of 'living dead, flesh and bones'. had to take the bones of his deceased wife and break into the legendary forest. ”

As he spoke, Wei Ming smiled unconsciously, and his eyes became extremely warm when he looked at Xun. But when I noticed this unusual gaze, there was only an indescribable chill in my heart, and Wei Ming's next words just confirmed my thoughts,

"The rumor is true, the contemptible man was blessed by heaven and discovered this so-called divine land, and it took several months for the contemptible man to create them with his own hands! With the blood of my dead wife! Remnants! Countless experiments! Countless failures! But finally! My beloved wife has been born again! A greater, nobler rebirth!! ”

As he spoke, he stopped suddenly, and then stared at us with an indescribable, intense loving gaze, which was already cold in our hands and feet.

"This happiness! This sublimation! You can't just enjoy it alone! This is the supreme evolution of all people!! This is God's will!! And I!! It is the God who created all things!! ”

I watched Wei Ming's intoxicated expression quietly, but the words of the village chief rang in my ears.

She's right, the man in front of her, known as Wei Ming, has gone completely crazy