He Shang was glad that his way of tying the strips of cloth was very perfunctory. Because there were black blood scabs on his face that had turned into blood vessels, He Shang just tied them casually twice.

So the strip of cloth did not hinder the effect of the mouth.

So, Xia Qingyun died.

There was a strong smell of blood in his mouth, and a piece of skin and flesh was bitten in He Shang's mouth, and then he spit it out at will.

He Shangke, who cannibalized people, did not develop the habit of eating human flesh.

The sword on his shoulder was drawn, bringing out a little blood. Immediately after that, the wound on He Shang's shoulder began to change, and countless granulations and blood vessels were entangled and wriggling, and the blood quickly stopped.

The sound of gold and stone colliding.

Xia Qingyun's sword was casually dropped by He Shang and smashed into a stone the size of a steamed bun.

There were traces of fire on his face, and he smelled fire in his mouth and nose.

The servant's house was completely ablaze, and the fire and smoke turned into a time-limited landscape.

He Shang didn't look back at the house, he just quietly looked at the unknown guy in front of him.

For no reason, a not weak immortal came out, which made He Shang feel a sense of crisis. He felt like he had stepped into a trap.

The guy on the other side was wearing an official uniform, and he looked very expensive and full of majesty.

He Shang looked at the fallen figure and came to this conclusion.

Is there a hole in your plan? Is there a trap for yourself on the other side? Does this guy have any reinforcements? How many people are on the other side? How long will it take to get here?

Such a thought unconsciously popped up in He Shang's mind.

And then...... He set his eyes on Xia Qingyun, who had fallen in front of him.

The man was dying and basically hopeless. A large piece of flesh was bitten off his neck, and a small half of his entire neck was missing.

Immortals are also human beings, and they can die if they are fatally injured.

This is He Shang's current perception of immortal cultivators.

Wiped the blood on his face with his hands, and the blood that spurted out at the moment he bit his neck was a bit too much, so that now He Shangru washed his face with blood.

He Shang stepped forward, sword in hand, and walked in front of the street patrol knife.

He fell to the ground, face down, in a very indecent position.

But He Shangke is not here to appreciate his opponent's defeat posture, he is here to harvest his life. Without any nonsense, with a very crisp gesture, the sword swung from the bite mark and cut off the man's head.

Then he grabbed the man by the hair and ran away with his head in the distance.

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

By the willow river, under a willow tree, a figure sits under the tree.

(Hey, aren't you going to keep killing?)

"It's just a vent, it's meaningless. Anyway...... The venomousness of centipedes kills them. ”

He Shang fiddled with his head and replied to the demon pupil on the back of his right hand.

The killing was a failure. Because He Shang was not in the mood at all.

According to his original goal, he would have killed at least twenty people. The actual number of killings tonight was lower than the target.

Zeng Fu and his son, several servants and several women, plus a family of three who had just started...... Sincerely less than twenty people. Even if you count the unknown street patrol knife, there is still a long way to go.

What about a failed move! He Shang commented on this operation.

couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart, He Shang sighed slightly.

But tonight wasn't without its takeaways. For example, he got the head of an immortal cultivator.

He was holding the head of an immortal cultivator in his hand, and the skin of the skull was stained with blood. The fracture in the neck no longer bleed. There was some blood on the lips of the skull, and the eyes were closed, and there was no death.

His hand touched his skull, and he noticed that his skin was slightly cold. How do you say that? It's cool.

He Shang just looked at the skull, and then the blood vessels under the skin began to flutter uneasily, and He Shang planned to repeat the act of devouring the spirit root.

(Do you think you can devour the spiritual root infinitely? Who gave you the confidence?tsk, kill yourself.) ）

A certain demon pupil stopped He Shang's ignorant behavior and poured a basin of cold water on him.

"No?" He Shang put down the head in his hand and pressed it to the weeds.

(You can try, maybe you'll be complete except for your head!)

The implication is that the melon seeds in the head will blow up, and He Shang understands what the demon pupil said.

If you can't devour the spiritual root, what's the use of bringing this head yourself?

He Shang sighed faintly again, a long sigh. I didn't care about the head, and threw it directly on the grass beside me.

The person quieted down, and the demon pupil stopped talking. Only the free moonlight, the sound of the river in the willow river, and the unknown chirping of insects show a sense of existence.

Maybe the little bit of fiery red light in the distance is noisy and lively, but it is too far away to be heard at all.

(Kid, you're not happy?)

"Hmm. ”

As Mo Jue said, He Shang was very unhappy.

He put his mind to it, and he didn't hesitate to reveal his identity and pay the price of being chased and killed by Liucheng, just for the sake of having fun tonight.

Tonight's actions are sure to alarm the meat eaters of Liucheng. In the face of Liucheng's terrifying power, He Shang will be found out sooner or later.

Pay a big price for tonight's fun. But who knew that it was disturbed by a street patrol knife that ran out of an unknown corner.

The demon pupil was a little silent, it looked at He Shang for a long time before it continued to speak.

（...... What are you going to do next?)

What should I do? He Shang looked up at the sky and estimated the hour in his heart.

"Escape, escape from the range of Liucheng, escape from the pursuit. ”

To be honest, I definitely felt that He Shang's move was very bad this time. The benefits are not reaped, pure disadvantage.

(That...... What should I do with Chen Bufan, an immortal cultivator?)

"Let's find a way to talk about it. We can only wait for later. ”

Man is a creature that is not purely rational. He Shang is still within the scope of "people", so he will naturally do some stupid things.

than this senseless killing of this night.

He felt helpless because it had not stopped this kind of behavior in the first place, but had encouraged it.

Another sigh, but this time the object of the sigh became the demon pupil.

The last knew that it could not sit idly by.

If it continues to watch the play, then its host will enter a disadvantageous period next.

The pursuit of the high-level leaders in Liucheng was enough to make He Shang embarrassed, and he didn't have a good life in a few years.

Hunting and killing is a good way to train people, but he never intends to use this method to train He Shang.

(Tsk, I'm going to wipe your ass.) ）

Its host is still very ignorant and immature, so the last one will also step down to clean up the mess.

A vein drilled out of the back of his right hand, and stabbed into the skull next to him.

In He Shang's puzzled gaze, a worm with wings poked out of its head.

Fly into the distance under the moonlight.