The hospitality of the village chief's family still did not dispel the doubts brought to Zhang Ziqi by the villagers' eyes, and he vaguely seemed to feel some other strange places, and he couldn't remember them for a while.

Zhang Ziqi heard the sound of "Huo Huo" sharpening his knife.

Killing chickens and sheep......

On the way into the village, I didn't see a single poultry, not a single chicken, duck, goose, cow or sheep, or even a dog barking.

The villagers of Shiren Village do not seem to have the habit of raising livestock.

So, what kind of meat is it that you eat?

Thinking of this, Zhang Ziqi's head suddenly became a little dizzy, his eyelids became heavy, and the whole room spun around.

I should have been drugged......

Zhang Ziqi didn't have the slightest worry on his face, if he could be fascinated by this worldly drug, he would still cultivate the immortal of Shilaozi!

The aura stored in the spiritual veins continued to operate under his urging, forcing the drug out little by little.

With his five senses, he heard a whisper not far from the door, hidden under the sound of sharpening knives:

Son: "The knife is about to be sharpened, do you think he fainted?"

Daughter-in-law: "Don't worry, that dose is enough to pour a cow, you grind faster, this kid is white and pure, but I'm hungry, I haven't seen such fresh meat for some days." ”

Village Chief: "Alas, it's a pity that it's too thin, there are so many people in the village, where is there enough ......"

Daughter-in-law: "They want to eat it and let them get it themselves, why should we share it with them, I don't care, when I gave birth to a little four last year, my heart and liver were dedicated to my father, and this time I must taste what it tastes like." ”

Son: "Yes, Dad, the few catties of meat on my little sister's chest can be compared with this little Taoist, so we have to keep a little more." ”

"Stone Man Village ......"

During the conversation between the three of them, Zhang Ziqi's body had returned to normal, and at this moment he finally understood the eyes of the villagers.

That's the way you look at food.

"It's a cannibal village, right?" Zhang Ziqi showed a wicked smile on his face, and the Chilling Cicada Sword and the Candle Flame Sword flew out of his sleeve and spun within three feet around him, "Who is the sword and who is the fish?"

"Crunch. ”

Seeing that the door was pushed open, the little Taoist staggered out against the wall, and the three of them were a little shocked.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief, what's wrong with you?"

A trace of essence flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged strong man, and he hid the sharpened knife behind him, and quickly stepped forward to support Zhang Ziqi with a concerned look.

Before the knife was taken out from behind him, the strong man suddenly felt an itch in his neck, and when he touched it, he actually felt a trace of blood, and before he could think about it, the whole head fell from the strong body.

The moment the skull fell, the wound was frozen by a layer of frost, and there was no time to spurt out a trace of blood.

As soon as the village chief took a step back, he was split in half by a red long sword, but it was much bloodier than the previous sword, and red and white things splattered out, making the middle-aged woman all over his body.

The virtuous and hospitable daughter-in-law looked frightened at this time, and sat on the ground with her legs slumped, and a smell of urine spread from under her body.

Zhang Ziqi stood up straight, not at all the weak appearance just now, his mind moved, and two long swords flew back to his side, although they killed two people, the sword body was not stained with half a trace of blood.

He took out a handkerchief to cover his nose and looked at the woman coldly with a frown.

"Immortal spare your life! spare your life!" The violent death of his own man and father-in-law in an instant, coupled with the immortal method of this flying sword in the air, made the woman understand that they had provoked a person who should not be provoked, and hurriedly kowtowed to him and prayed for his life.

"How many families are there in your village?" Zhang Ziqi asked casually.

"Huh?" the woman realized that this might be her chance to live, and hurriedly mobilized her messy head, "Five, fifty-two, no, fifty-three, there is another hunter on the mountain behind the village, he often goes to the official road to hunt and kill lonely passers-by to enjoy alone." ”

"Yes. Zhang Ziqi nodded, walked out of the room with his hands in his hands, and the two long swords also flew out with him.

Zhang Ziqi, who walked to the door, remembered something, suddenly turned around, and asked with a shy smile: "Is baby meat delicious?"

"Good, delicious. The woman replied honestly.

Zhang Ziqi nodded again, this time leaving completely.

When the woman saw that she had escaped, she gasped for breath and then wept bitterly as she looked at the blood and flesh all over the ground.

What does your husband smell like?

The thought suddenly struck the woman, the desire for food overshadowed the fear, and she struggled to get up to taste it, only to find that her legs were missing and her hands were gone.

Before she could scream, a trace of sword qi leaked out of her body, and the woman instantly turned into thousands of pieces of minced flesh scattered all over the ground.

Three thousand three hundred and fifty-seven pieces, one is not much, and one is not much.

"Military Punishment" has a record: the crime of morality, the crime of cruelty and inhumanity, Ling Chi will be sentenced to death!

Zhang Ziqi, who walked out of the village chief's house, finally put down the handkerchief, breathed in the fresh air, and then he raised the handkerchief again.

Because he saw hundreds of villagers standing densely outside the village chief's house.

There were men and women, old men and children, knives, hoes, sticks, and stones.

Everyone, looking at him with a strange look.

Zhang Ziqi smiled shyly.

......

Zhang Ziqi's clothes were stained with blood and broken flesh, the cyan robe was dyed dark black, his aura had been exhausted and he couldn't resist the sword, the two long swords were held in his hands, he looked indifferent, standing in the stump and broken arm, like a bloody Shura.

In front of him was a little girl with pigtails on her head, no more than five or six years old, who was holding a broken arm and gnawing obsessively.

When the girl saw Zhang Ziqi, she wiped her blood-covered chin with her little hand and grinned.

She handed her arm to Zhang Ziqi and said innocently: "Little brother, do you want to eat?"

When the hunter on the mountain heard that there was meat to eat, he ran down, but he saved Zhang Ziqi some trouble, he smelled the sweet smell of blood, his throat moved slightly, and there was a hint of longing in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to the corpse on the ground.

The sound of cicadas around him made Zhang Ziqi's eyes clear again, brushing away the frost on his sleeves, Zhang Ziqi raised his head coldly.

The cold cicada was standing in front of him, trembling the sword body, thousands of sword qi were about to move, and on the opposite side of the cold cicada, there was a red candle flame floating quietly.

Greedy, brutal, mad, bloodthirsty......

All kinds of negative emotions emanated from the candle flame, and gradually condensed into the image of a black demon, entrenched on the long sword.

Zhang Ziqi was just confused by it, and it was nothing to taste it, but Zhang Ziqi didn't like to be dominated by desire and do something.

"In this village, whether it is blood or resentment, it is all yours," Zhang Ziqi put the cold cicada back into the scabbard, "After returning to the sect, I will be my head sword, you will be the sword of your young sect, and we will ...... Well water does not interfere with river water. ”