The woman nodded hurriedly, and said a few words to the village chief with an eager expression.

The village chief's eyes changed after hearing this.

"You mean, this man is not afraid of black diseases?"

The other three men in the firewood room were also shocked when they heard this.

"Then at least it's also a cultivation in the foundation building period, or a elixir close to you." The village chief said, his eyes becoming more and more burning.

The rest of the men hesitated a little when they heard this, "Village chief, monks in the foundation building period, let's not provoke ......."

"Fart!"

The village chief whispered and slapped the man in the face.

"The higher the cultivation, the more spirit stones you bring! I'm afraid that there are more spirit stones on this person than the guests we have received in the past! ”

"Maybe after this time, our village will be saved!" The village chief was a little excited in his words, and his eyes were burning.

"Okay, good village chief!" Looking at the old man with a hideous face in front of him, the young man no longer dared to refute.

In this village, the foundation building period is already the limit of what they can imagine.

As for the Jindan period? But among the monks of the Jindan period, which one is not the existence of a country? How did you come to this wilderness?

"Give me ten times the dose of poison! And inform the rest of the village to come over! The village chief said in a low voice, his voice extremely fierce.

The young man nodded hurriedly, and with trembling hands, he sprinkled poison powder into the soup bowl.

This poison is ineffective for ordinary people, but it is a strange poison for cultivators, and it can spread throughout the meridians along the true element, and eventually cause it to explode and die.

Ordinary people who want to practice avoid it, because although this poisonous powder is harmless to ordinary people, it is extremely damaging to the foundation of cultivation.

Once contaminated, no matter how good the qualifications are, they will show impurities throughout the meridians, and there will be no chance for cultivation in this life.

However, between these poor mountains and rivers, how could they have the opportunity to cultivate, so they didn't care at all whether they would be contaminated with these, and poisoned the cultivators who came to the village on weekdays, killing people and selling goods.

"Go, send him!" The village chief said viciously, commanding this young man with a vegetable-looking face.

The three young men walked towards the hall with several bowls of food.

......

"Here comes the chicken soup!"

The village chief regained a smile on his face, took a bowl of chicken soup from the young man with a vegetable face, and put it in front of Chu Fan.

"This is the only hen in the village, and I was expecting it to lay an egg, but now I make a pot of soup for your guests."

Chu Fan looked at the bowl in front of him with some chicken soup poison and was silent.

"Huh? Guest, why don't you eat all the dishes? ”

Chu Fan: "......"

"This soup is a beautiful thing! Drink up, guest! ”

The village chief smiled while urging Chu Fan to drink the soup.

Even in order to show that it was not poisonous, he first filled a bowl and drank it.

Chu Fan watched the old man in front of him perform expressionlessly, then got up and pulled out his sword, pointing at the village chief.

Qiang –

The firewood house is far away, with two rooms in between.

However, Chu Fan was a monk in the Jindan stage, and in the space created by the main god, he had already practiced hearing that ordinary cultivators could not reach.

The system even reacted.

"Ding, scattered spirit poison powder, a very awesome poison, a must-have for killing people in the cultivation world.

Among the cultivators who have not formed the inner element small world, this poison will damage the Dao foundation at the least, and the meridians will be destroyed at the worst, the spiritual power will be lost, and the body will explode and die, I will refine some copies first. ”

"His grandmother's, don't drink it, do you?"

Seeing that Chu Fan already knew everything, the cruelty on the old man's face could no longer be hidden, but overturned the table, retreated sharply, and shouted:

"If you don't drink, you'll die! Above! ”

Dozens of people poured in from outside the house in an instant, with fierce faces, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands to surround Chu Fan Chu Fan.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Everyone shouted for courage, and the last one rushed together, slashing the iron hoe and machete in his hand at Chu Fan.

Chu Fan sighed, and with a sudden swing of the spirit sword, a powerful spiritual power fluctuated, like ripples.

The house collapsed and the house was destroyed, and dozens of people, along with the old man, were cut off by this sword intent.

Some died instantly, and some of the taller villagers were unwound and languished in a pool of blood, wailing in pain.

In an instant, the neatest and most spacious courtyard in the village was transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse.

In the broken back room, Chu Fan saw the piles of corpses, some of which were still wearing Taoist robes, and some white powder was sprinkled on them, which should be used to hide the smell of blood.

At this time, the faint smell of blood that Chu Fan had just smelled when he entered the house came from here.

Faced with this scene, Chu Fan's mind did not fluctuate much.

Instead, he walked out of the room lightly.

"He has an antidote to the black disease!"

Seeing Chu Fan walking out of the village chief's courtyard, worried about retaliation, the little girl's mother shouted.

The remaining hundred or so people in the village were all crazy when they heard this, and they all gathered over with hideous faces.

There is no cure for black disease, and infecting other people is not a cure, it can only prolong the time of death.

This is the reason why even if people infected with black disease are isolated in the village, there are people who continue to develop black disease out of thin air.

In order to survive, you can only keep infecting others and prevent others from infecting yourself.

Soon, the villagers discovered that even if it was passed on to others, the black disease did not disappear, but only prolonged the onset of the disease.

But at this time, almost the whole village was infected, and it became a common secret that no one in the village had cracked.

It can be said that the entire Baihuai Village is a poisonous village at this time.

When Chu Fan stepped into the village, he was already targeted by everyone, even if he didn't mention the antidote, the black poison on his body was already rooted in the body of every villager like an obsession of a demon.

And the words of the little girl's mother are undoubtedly the fastest fuse-clue.

"Baihuai Village?"

At this time, at dusk, the sunset in the east is about to completely set the horizon, and the darkness begins to spread from the west.

The courtyard of the village chief is at the end of a village, and the end of the village is also the entrance of the village, and there is a stone monument.

The stele is written with the three words "Baihuai Village", and the word "wood" is about to disappear.

More than 100 villagers have common characteristics, their faces are hungry and yellow, their clothes are ragged, their faces have common evil thoughts, and each of them has several places of charred skin on their bodies.

The courtyard behind Chu Fan was full of blood, and more than 100 villagers were slightly shocked, but they were tempting everyone, and finally, under the leadership of a young man, the villagers rushed up.

looked at the more than 100 villagers around him who pounced on him with hideous faces.

Chu Fan opened his mouth lightly.

"It's really a hundred ghosts walking at night."

Then, a sword slashed out.

Hundreds of villagers who pounced like evil spirits flew in an instant, turning into hundreds of corpses, becoming real ghosts-

- If there were any in this world.

The stele in Baihuai Village was cut in half obliquely by the diffused sword qi, and the word Baimu in front of the stele was cut off.

Together, there was the last remnant of the sun on the horizon.

Night has fallen.

Chu Fan, who was dressed in black single-soldier soft armor, ate a piece of demon beast spirit meat, raised his head, and walked towards the vast world outside the village, completely blending into the night.

A hundred ghosts walk at night, and someone is mixed in with it.

Happier than ghosts.