...... (This chapter is a bit gory)

"The food in the village is here, what else does the eldest young master want...... " The village chief closed his eyes and said expressionlessly.

"Then Lao Tzu stabbed you in the chest, see how hard you can be, hand over what you have hidden, or ...... You're ...... dead."

Zhang Chao smiled cruelly, climbed on the village chief's shoulder with one hand, and pulled it hard, the original shabby clothes were torn, revealing a thin upper body, the skin was like old bark, and the other hand held a short sword, slashing around the village chief's chest, the tip of the sword was in contact with the skin, the hand shook, the tip of the sword sank into the skin, blood flowed out, the village chief's body trembled, and a muffled snort came out of his mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the knife is too fast, it's all bleeding......" Zhang Chao said embarrassedly, but there was no hint of embarrassment in his tone.

"Village chief, have you thought clearly, the sword is not long-sighted, and Lao Tzu will not show mercy to his subordinates because we are old friends...... Oops, another cut, I'm really curious how long the village chief can last...... Tsk, my hand is shaking, it's another ......"

Zhang Chao stroked the skin of the village chief, his fingers were stained with blood, put it on his lips, stretched out his tongue and licked it, and the lips were red, and they were very charming.

"You bastard, let go of the village chief, and say that there is no food......"

"Smack, did you speak?"

A merciless punch from the minions hit the man in the face, causing blood to splatter and he fell to the ground.

The villagers shuddered, their eyes red, but they did not dare to speak.

"Isn't there any food?" Zhang Chao said with a slight squint, the short sword in his hand raised slightly, paused for a moment, and slowly stabbed down.

Little by little, the tip of the sword sank into the skin, and with each piercing point, the village chief's body trembled, and there was no trace of blood on his old face, but he gritted his teeth and didn't let out a scream.

After guarding the village for so many years, it's time to take a break, and I hope that after I leave, the dog can be sensible and don't cause trouble......

The village chief thought, the corners of his mouth showing a curvature of relief.

"I haven't played with a knife for too long, and my hand is raw, and I originally wanted to kill with a sword...... Don't count, another sword ......" As he spoke, Zhang Chao slowly pulled out his short sword, and another sword went down, and it turned out that blood sprayed out from the wound, splashing Zhang Chao's body.

"Tsk, the old guy has a lot of blood...... Zhang Chao muttered: "That's good, so bearable, hehe, Lao Tzu has changed his mind, and Lao Tzu doesn't want food, as long as you don't snort, when the master is tired of playing, I'll let you go, how about it?"

"Really?" said the village chief as he opened his eyes, a glint of light flashed, and his voice hoarse.

If sacrificing his life alone can save the lives of the whole village, he feels that it is worth it and feasible.

Let him do the last thing for the village before he dies......

He knew that Zhang Chao would not let him go, but he also had the determination to die.

What does it feel like to be inserted into your body with a knife?

Is it painful? It hurts, it hurts so much that my soul trembles.

Will you die? Yes, you will die, but it is a good deal to trade one life for many lives.

Die and die!

The old man has guarded the village chief for so many years, how can he ever be afraid of death?

The skin was bleeding and the body was cold, but the old village chief felt that the blood was boiling and the blood was burning!

"Lao Tzu never tells lies. Zhang Chao smiled slightly and said: "You can take it easy, if you accidentally say something, Lao Tzu will let you go, but these people have to die." ”

His short sword was drawn, blood on the tip of the sword, and he pointed at the group of villagers.

"You ......"

"Don't worry, Lao Tzu will play with you slowly, hehe......" Zhang Chao smiled fiercely, his expression was extremely relaxed, as if what he was about to do was commonplace.

The wounds on the village chief's body did not stop bleeding, and the blood became more and more fierce, and his front was already stained red with blood, blood dripped on the ground, and the ground was also stained red.

The village chief had sweat on his forehead, his lips were getting paler, and his lips were chapped and bloodied, which was probably the only color on his face.

He is very weak now, his eyes are a little dilated, this is a phenomenon of excessive blood loss, coupled with his old age and frailty, he has not been able to eat enough all year round, at this time he is holding on with a breath, he can't hold on for long.

Poof!

Zhang Chao's short sword sank into the village chief's body again.

"Fight with this group of dog thieves!" There was a middle-aged man who couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were bloodshot, he shouted angrily, quickly picked up the stick next to him and rushed towards Zhang Chao.

The wooden stick was waving, the stick wind was whistling, and with boundless anger, he was stunned to break through the interception of the little minions and came to Zhang Chao's side.

Little minions, like them, are also ordinary people, and the reason why they are so arrogant is that there is a good word: dog fights human power.

"Dog thief, let go of my grandfather!"

A voice full of anger and a little immature sounded from a distance, the village chief's face changed greatly, he forced his eyes open, and shouted in the direction from which the voice came: "Dog, don't come, run! Hmm......"

Zhang Chao looked playfully at the surroundings that suddenly became agitated, and he didn't care about the oncoming wooden stick, and with a wave of his hand, the short sword was withdrawn from the village chief's body and thrown into the body of the young man, hitting him in the heart, the feeling of suffocation hit, the expression on his face became distorted, the young man knelt down on his knees, could no longer hold the wooden stick in his hand, and fell to the ground in an instant, his body twitched, and he soon couldn't move.

Dead!

"Ants are ants, and they don't recognize their identity. Zhang Chao casually threw the village chief on the ground, pouted and said: "Lao Tzu said that if you don't kill you, you will fend for yourself, and you will fulfill your promise, your old boy has spoken, these untouchables have no meaning to live, kill them! ”

The village chief fell to the ground, was shocked, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the whole person was dying, almost fainting......

Hearing Zhang Chao's words, he opened his mouth and roared, "Run away!"

Unfortunately, his voice was extremely weak, the scene was noisy, and the villagers had fallen into a state of madness.

"Biaozi!"

"Avenge the village chief, Biaozi!"

"Fight with this group of dog thieves! Horse-stepping, I've put up with you for a long time!"

"Rush!" ......

The villagers held the "weapons" at their fingertips, and scuffled with the little minions, and the resentment accumulated by the villagers over the years exploded, and for a time they were on par with the little minions, and even had a tendency to turn defeat into victory.

The little minions are all ordinary people, but Zhang Chao, who is a spirit master, watched them fight each other with a cold eye, and felt very happy.

He's already enchanted!

"Hahaha, let's fight, ants are ants, and they don't even have the qualifications to be Lao Tzu's playthings, hahaha, it's better to die!" Zhang Chao took a few steps back, touched his chin and squinted slightly.

"Boy, are you the grandson of this old guy?" he saw the dog holding a wooden dagger not far away, and said with a smile: "This old guy is really not interesting, I think his granddaughter was stabbed to death by Lao Tzu, hahaha......"