(Boy, you're already ...... Immortals. Well, immortal cultivators. ）

(That is, you have the right to let mortals die from now on.) Mmmm, you have to learn to change your mindset. ）

Early in the morning, the sky was not yet completely bright. The demon pupil opened his eyes and muttered a lot of words.

The thin black man opened his eyes and stretched out from the corner of the dilapidated abandoned house.

Transfiguration is a good ability that can be used to do many things.

Looking at the demon pupil on the back of his right hand, He Shang narrowed his eyes and said, "So, what do you want to say?"

(So don't get shocked later.) Got it?)

He Shang got up and waved his hand to tidy up the clothes on his body. He was wearing a brand new set of clothes, and his original clothes had been destroyed.

Straighten up your clothes, grab your sword again, and stick it back into your waist.

The environment inside the house is damp and smells strange. He Shang knew that no one lived here, because the original occupants had died more than a year ago.

There are several puddles on the ground, which are traces left by last night's drizzle casting through the holes in the house.

Touching the hilt of the sword, He Shang walked out of the depressed house. When you walk out of the gate and look up slightly, you will see a large deserted area.

There are no people, no voice, just because this place has been infected with the plague.

The plague, that is, the evil spirit, directly kills an area and takes the lives of all its inhabitants.

He Shang walked in this area, there was no sound except for the sound of insects, it was quite lonely.

How do you say that? It's the third day.

He was not hunted down, because there was a man he didn't know who confessed to all the crimes.

A demon cultivator, a demon cultivator who has never met, confessed all his crimes for He Shang. This is the content of yesterday's notice, perhaps because Liu Cheng is in a hurry to find an explanation, so this trial is particularly fast.

He still doesn't know the details of this matter, but in connection with the weird bug a few days ago, this is a good thing that the demon pupil did.

Worm, worm, what is the purpose of that bug? Turning into a beautiful woman and demagoguery? Well, He Shang felt that his assumptions were a bit excessive.

Anyway, I'm already safe. Mo Jue has never disappointed He Shang, and this time is no different.

The air was slightly humid, and the weeds on the side of the road even had water droplets. There is no second pedestrian on the road as this is an unfortunate area where it is believed that the land will bring them plague and bad luck.

Sighing slightly, I don't know why I like to sigh more and more lately.

With his sword in hand, He Shang prepared to walk towards the area in the distance.

He's going to see a play, a very interesting play.

..................

A child hurried by, snot and tears on his face, a look of panic still on his cheeks.

An arrow, stained with swift shadows, detached from the crossbow and fired by a professionally trained crossbowman.

The living man fell to the ground with a crossbow bolt stuck in his back.

Blood stained the garment, wetting it. It was originally a red liquid, but because the clothes were earthy brown, they couldn't be dyed red.

He Shang saw that this child wanted to live very much.

But he had to die.

His face was already stained with purple-black marks, and black-purple veins were revealing under his bare skin. Even in those eyes full of nostalgia for life, the whites of the eyes were invaded by purple-black bloodshots.

The poison of the purple-spotted centipede lives up to its name.

He Shang walked in this sad land, with, watched.

In front of him was the fallen child, who even reached out to him for help. He didn't want to die, he wanted to live.

A sword, pierced in the back, and pierced in the heart. The hand was weak, and the body was only slightly twitching.

A white sphere was absorbed, but those present did not react, as they could not see such a sight with the naked eye.

"Eliminate the plague and do things, and the idle people and others retreat. ”

A man who was thickly wrapped in black cloth was holding a blood-dripping sword in his hand and said viciously to He Shang.

Plague Soldiers. He Shang looked at this person, thinking about the relevant information in his heart.

A special person in Liucheng, used to eliminate the plague. They were covered in black cloth and well-armed, and were regarded by the people of Liucheng as Huangquan ghost soldiers.

This kind of damn thing usually comes out, and it only does two things - kill and burn.

Kill everyone in the plague area and burn all the corpses.

This is the plague eradicator, the evil spirit wrapped in black cloth.

The appearance of the plague eradicator was expected by He Shang, so he had already prepared a countermeasure.

A piece of text was pulled out and thrust into the hand of the plague slayer.

"What the master commanded, it was also a last resort. This small meaning is not a tribute. ”

Money, it's a good thing. So He Shang successfully stepped into this area.

He can't go to many places here, and his range of activities is limited, but it's enough.

He came to see the play this time.

Walking under a tree, He Shang looked at this good show coldly.

The woman, dead, was stabbed to death by a sword by the plague eradicators, her head was cut off, and her body was dragged away.

The man, dead, was also stabbed to death with a sword, and his body was dragged away.

The child, dead, was stabbed to death with a sword, and the body was dragged away.

The old man also died, and like the person in front, the body was dragged away.

The baby did not die, but it was also temporary.

He Shang saw all the babies in the swaddling clothes gathered and placed on an extra piece of land, crying non-stop.

The bodies were gathered into a large pit, arranged by age, with the elderly at the bottom, then the middle-aged, then the children, and finally the babies at the top.

Some of the oil was dragged out, which is said to have been consecrated by the Tao.

Pour the oil into the pit, and pour the baby who is still crying, and drench it thoroughly.

Then, burn.

Black smoke billowed out.

(Hehe, very interesting scene.) ）

The last comment is absolutely so.

(Do you regret it?)

"No regrets. ”

(Cold-blooded, I like it.) ）

............

Sun Baixian was very distressed, because there was an order from above.

It is said that it was an uncle surnamed Guan who came up with a strategy, a strategy for waste utilization.

All the dogs that are free-range in the mortal world must be gathered and become the white workers of the sect.

Alas! sighed that Uncle Guan was really good at playing.

Sun Baixian still left, and his task was to tell all his fellow disciples this order.