In the end, only a young man in red was standing in the middle of the pile of corpses. The sunlight shone on his scarred face. His skin was white and the scar was bright red, making him look like a Shura from hell.
“Ahhh!!” The witch doctor suddenly screamed hysterically, “The witch and her accomplices killed people! Did you see that? The witch was sent by the devil to destroy our tribe. You believed her, so you have suffered such a misfortune.”
"Only by killing them will the Panke God favor us again. Kill! Kill them quickly!!"
However, just as she finished her passionate shout, suddenly, a red shadow flashed before her eyes.
Soon, the witch doctor's whole body froze, because in the blink of an eye.
The young man in red who was just a hundred meters away was actually standing in front of her. His dark eyes were like an unfathomable cold pool, reflecting her panicked shadow coldly.
"I... I am the witch doctor of the Cangda tribe. I am the servant of the god Pan Ke. You can't... you can't kill..."
A white and slender hand, as if carved from beautiful jade, clasped her face. The blue veins were faintly visible under the snow-white skin, like the most mysterious texture.
Then, the hand squeezed gently.
With a "bang", blood splattered and brain matter flew everywhere.
The old woman who had just been shouting arrogantly had her head crushed by someone, and her mutilated body slowly fell to the ground.
At this moment, the whole place was as silent as death.
Everyone held their breath, watching the boy, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, standing there quietly.
His red clothes were as white as snow, his black hair was as black as ink, his clothes were blown by the wind, and he looked as graceful as an immortal. However, the five fingers of his right hand were stained with a glaring scarlet liquid that was dripping down drop by drop.
Even Xiao Nuo's family, whose lives were saved by the boy, showed expressions of horror.
Looking at the young man, his body kept shrinking and shaking.
This little brother is so scary, so scary! Even scarier than the coldness he exuded when he woke up.
Xi Weizhi glanced at the people below who were looking at him in shock and fear, and a sneer of contempt flashed in his eyes.
This feeling is so familiar, being treated like a monster, being hated, feared, and excluded.
Although I can't remember having any similar experience before, it feels really good.
It made the blood in his body boil.
"What's your habit?" A girl's cold and pleasant voice suddenly came to his ears, bringing his thoughts back to his senses.
At some point, Xi Yue had already walked up to him, looking at his hands with disgust on her face: "Do you have to use such a disgusting method to kill people? Even if you like to crush people's heads, at least wear a pair of gloves, right?"
I wonder what this guy's hobby is! Doesn't he feel disgusted with the white and greasy brain on his hands? How can he still eat dinner
The mockery in Xi Weizhi's eyes slowly turned into shock. This was an extremely rare emotion to be seen in his eyes.
Xi Yue threw him a piece of cloth and asked him to wipe the stains off his hands.
Xi Weizhi took it and gently wiped his hands. After a long while, he whispered, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Afraid of you?" Xi Yue was stunned for a moment, then figured out what he was asking, and couldn't help but twitch her lips, "You killed those who should be killed and saved the lives of those who shouldn't be killed. Why should I be afraid of you?"
She had never expected that this boy, though cold-hearted, was not actually a cruel and bloodthirsty person. (To be continued)