"Whoever does evil will bring on himself." Jiang Xiansheng put the short sword in his hand into the scabbard.

In front of him, the eyes of the two big men widened, and before they could react, their heads fell directly from their necks, and their eyes were full of incredulity.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! The crooked-looking young man was kneeling on the ground, tears falling from his face, and he kept begging for mercy.

Jiang Xiansheng came to him and tore his clothes with force, exposing the tattoos on his body to the air.

Looking at the crooked tattoo that looked like a young man, Jiang Xiansheng's expression was still calm.

"This tattoo?"

When the young man heard this, he was even more frightened, and hurriedly said in a loud voice:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's a little ghost obsession, and when I saw that the adults in Black Wind Village were wearing this tattoo, I was impulsive."

"I'll wash this tattoo off in a while, you adults have a lot, just let go of this little one!"

The young man didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, thinking that he had met a lamb to be slaughtered, but he didn't expect it to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.

He chased the young man all the way to this place, and before they could speak, a short sword appeared in the young man's hand, and in just one call, the two big men beside him fell directly to the ground.

"No need." The boy's voice was low and hoarse, like a messenger from hell.

The young man's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly kowtowed to thank him.

"Your Excellency has a lot! You're a big man! ”

But a silver light flashed, and the young man only felt that his left arm was loosened, and a heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body.

Jiang Xiansheng directly slashed off the tattooed arm, and the arm slid down in the air with blood.

The young man rolled on the ground with his arms covered, Jiang Xiansheng tore off a piece of cloth from the young man's body and bandaged his broken arm, he couldn't die now.

As if sensing something, Jiang Xiansheng threw out the short sword in his hand and plunged it directly into a wooden stake in the distance.

The panicked footsteps faded away, and it seemed that they were just some people joining in the fun.

The young man's severed arm was bandaged, and the blood stained the rags red.

Coming to the dagger, he pulled it out and inserted it into its sheath, and spoke slowly:

"Tell me everything you know about Black Wind Village, and I'll spare you from dying."

The young man's face was pale and his heart was full of anger, but he did not dare to show it.

He could only say to Jiang Xiansheng in a weak tone: "Twenty years ago, two middle-aged people came here and slaughtered nearly half of the people in the town next door. ”

"They are the big and second masters of Heifeng Village, no one knows their identity, only that they have established a village on the mountain in the distance."

"Many people have heard the news and joined the Black Wind Village, and since then, those two people have not been there."

"Until a year ago, a strong man who claimed to be the son of the second master came out of Heifeng Village, burning, killing and looting all kinds of evil."

A fat strong man appeared in front of Jiang Xiansheng, he remembered that person, and he must be that person.

"What about them?" Jiang Xiansheng asked.

"They seemed to have left half a month ago, and now there are only a few surrounding thugs left in the village."

"That's why I imitate the tattoos on those people, so that I can look more powerful."

"That's all I know, you can let me go!"

The young man's expression was a little painful, how could the pain of this broken arm disappear so easily.

Jiang Xiansheng took the young man's collar and picked him up very easily.

"Where is the Black Wind Village, take me there."

Looking at the young man's delicate appearance, the young man's legs and stomach were a little weak, and he said in a trembling voice: "They are on that mountain, let me go if you have a lot of them!" ”

The young man pointed to a hill in the distance, and in the face of the devil in front of him, he did not dare to take any chances.

Throwing the young man to the ground, Jiang Xiansheng left directly.

The young man looked at the departing young man, his eyes were full of viciousness, and he covered his broken arm and climbed up with difficulty.

At this moment, a cold wind blew, and he stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes and some incredulity.

The short sword in the young man's hand slashed directly through his neck, and then he collected the sword and left, all in one go.

Only the head that fell to the ground was left staring at the vicious eyes.

"I've let you talk to me, and you can only blame yourself."

Once again, the boy took to the streets of the town, and the once lively street market was already a little deserted, and many shops were closed with signs.

It seems that those peeking have told the people on the street everything they saw.

But this is harmless, Jiang Xiansheng didn't care about these things in the first place, so it was much more comfortable.

On the cold street, only a middle-aged man remains, pushing a small cart full of many bottles and cans.

He was dressed in a robe, wore a hat, and held a whisk in his hand.

There was also a flag next to his car with four lines of words written on it.

"Fortune-telling saves people, incurable diseases, medicine to get rid of diseases, and children are not bullied."

His eyes were covered with a white cloth, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Xiansheng looked at that person very vigilantly, and Jiang Xiansheng felt a deep feeling in him, which he had only felt in the old man on the top floor of the restaurant.

But the feeling was fleeting, as if it were only a momentary illusion on his part, and he walked towards the outside of the town with heavy steps.

"It's better not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"Since you're here, why don't you count it as a hexagram?" The voice came from behind him, it was the blind middle-aged man in the Taoist robe.

His voice was not loud, but Jiang Xiansheng could hear it clearly, as if it was ringing in his ears.

Jiang Xiansheng turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was still there, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if he was waiting for Jiang Xiansheng here.

Jiang Xiansheng turned around and took a step forward, looking at the middle-aged man, a feeling of palpitations arose.

He didn't care about the man, and then turned and ran towards the place where the crooked-looking young man had pointed before.

No matter who that person was, he didn't need to pay attention to him at all, what he had to do now was to find the Black Wind Village first, and the people there all needed to be punished as they deserved.

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe looked at the place where Jiang Xiansheng left with his eyes wrapped in white cloth, shook his head slightly, and took out a mirror from the car.

The inside of the mirror was deep darkness, and the face of a woman was attached to the lenses inside, which was a little hideous.

The middle-aged man threw the mirror into the air, and then slowly disappeared into the street with the cart.

On the hillside next to Yunan Town, Jiang Xiansheng was squatting in a jungle, looking at the village in front of him.

At this time, the sky was already a little dark, and dark clouds were dense in the sky, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Jiang Xiansheng waited outside for a long time and didn't see anyone with tattoos, maybe those people hid their tattoos inside their clothes.

Or maybe those people were long gone, and he saw several young people walking into the village talking and laughing.

Jiang Xiansheng's eyes were a little cold, he recognized them, these people were the group of people who followed behind the fat man at the beginning.

Seeing them walk into the stockade, Jiang Xiansheng also hid his body and quietly approached the sentry tower in front of the stockade.

The raindrops fell on the boy's face, a little cold, and he took out the hat and put it on his head.

On top of the watchtower, two people were yawning, squinting at each other.

"I said that the big bosses have all left, what are we still doing watching this village?"

"You know, wouldn't it be a bad thing if they suddenly come back one day and find that we didn't stand guard properly."

"You seem to be quite right, forget it, no one has come to us anyway, I want to squint for a while."

"Hey, can you cheer up, then I want to sleep with you."

"It seems to be raining, otherwise we should change shifts early!"

"That's a good idea, let's go."

As soon as the two of them wanted to make a move, a cold light flashed in front of their eyes, and before they could react, they had already lost consciousness.

Heavy rain washed away the blood on the watchtower, and the sky seemed to become darker.

The rain was getting heavier, and he raised his bloodstained face to look at the sky, letting the rain drench his face and wash away the blood on his face.

Quietly, under the cover of the sound of rain, he sneaked into the stockade.

Although he could have broken in directly, Jiang Xiansheng didn't intend to do such an uncertain thing, and he didn't know if there were any cultivators inside.

It is naturally good to be cautious in everything, and this is also the truth he understands best.

The stockade was large, with many rooms inside, and only a few scattered people ran around with their heads covered and complaining:

"This ghost weather, how can you say that it rains, it rains, and it rains so much, Lao Tzu's clothes are soaked."

Jiang Xiansheng walked in the compound in his robes, and he didn't seem to receive much attention, they were a little too dependent on the guard tower at the door.

It would have occurred to them that anyone would dare to sneak into their stockade.

casually walked to the door of a house, Jiang Xiansheng knocked lightly.

He had already sensed that there was no spiritual power in this room, and with his current perception ability, he could basically sense it as long as it wasn't too far away.

Moreover, he also had a general understanding of his current strength, surpassing the refining body but not reaching the realm of foundation building.

However, both the perception and the control of oneself have surpassed the state they were in when they were in the realm of foundation building.

"Who! I don't know if Lao Tzu is busy? ”

A big man slammed open the door, and in front of him was a man wearing a hat, and his face could not be seen clearly, but it was a little cold.

"Who are you!" Dahan said angrily.

A woman in the room was huddled in a corner shivering, her face was very pale and her body was bruised.

"What do you ask?" Dahan swung his fist directly at Jiang Xiansheng, he didn't care who the person in front of him was, since he disturbed his good deeds, then teach him a good lesson.

"Huh!" A sneer came out of Jiang Xiansheng's mouth, and he directly turned his palm into a claw and choked Dahan's neck.

He slammed the big man into the room and made a loud noise.

On the way, Jiang Xiansheng also closed the door by the way.

The woman looked very frightened when she saw the big man being pressed directly against the wall by the young man in the robe.

She subconsciously wanted to scream, but Jiang Xiansheng grabbed her mouth, so she didn't shout.