In Black Tiger Village, bonfires are lit brightly at night.
Many bandits gathered together to eat and drink. Wang Zong pretended to be drunk and lay down to sleep, but he was actually collecting various information.
After getting drunk, these bandits dared to say anything, and he gradually collected a lot of useful information.
For example, the leader of the Black Tiger Camp was named Cheng Tianluo, and the bandits called him Boss Cheng. He was almost three meters tall, with dark skin, and looked like Black King Kong.
It is worth mentioning that the word "竈" seems to have a different meaning in this world. It is a black monster that is not only indestructible, but also has electricity in its body.
Wang Zong did not recognize the characters of this world, nor did he understand the meaning of the characters in this world, so he did not get more information from the name.
However, he did notice that the bandits in the entire village were divided into different levels.
He happened to be a bandit of the lowest rank, a marginal figure among the bandits. Continuing the investigation would probably yield limited results and would only waste a lot of time.
"I now have two choices. One is to kill all these bandits, and the other is to recruit them for my own use. I just don't know if the village chief has any special abilities. If he does, I'm afraid it would be dangerous with my body."
Wang Zong is a physical cultivator, and he has the magic blood to broaden his horizons. Even if he becomes an ordinary person, he has the confidence to fight against a hundred people alone.
In the previous level, he couldn't exert his full strength due to his body size, but now he is in human form and can perfectly display his martial arts skills. These people are really not enough for him to kill.
The only thing that made him wary was the village chief who was called the big demon. The other party seemed to be quite powerful and difficult to deal with.
"Huh, my mentality has been affected by the desire to win."
"Calm down, Wang Zong!"
Wang Zong took a deep breath and forced himself to return to his original state of mind. Then he slowly opened his eyes, picked up the wine and took a sip.
If he played the game according to the rules, how could he beat Wuming? Using one's skills within the rules was the specialty of people like Wuming.
Instead, he should trample on the rules and do extraordinary things as an extraordinary person!
Since observation and investigation can no longer provide any more information, we might as well fight our way out.
“Hahahaha, Xiaowu, your alcohol tolerance is too poor. You just drank…” The bandit next to him laughed when he saw Wang Zong waking up and drinking again.
But he became a little scared halfway through his words. Wang Zong's eyes were wrong. They were too scary.
"Such a nasty wine, such a smelly place, as expected... I don't want to endure it at all!" Wang Zong spat out the wine in his mouth, stroked the knife at his waist with one hand, and said lightly.
The bandit on the other side was immediately unhappy. He put down the wine bowl in his hand heavily and cursed: "Boy, what are you talking about? Do you know..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a flash of a knife, and the bandit's mouth became wider and wider, and finally the blood rushed open his head.
"Dry!"
A bandit saw this scene and immediately threw away his wine bowl, drew his sword and rushed towards Wang Zong. However, before he could draw his sword, Wang Zong cut his belly with the tip of the sword. His intestines leaked out of his stomach and blood was dripping everywhere.
"Too weak, you are too weak!"