"It's just a Miao girl. She is a foreigner and a woman. If she dies, she will die!" The village chief said that he had no regrets about the murder. Instead, he looked confident and confident. "That Miao girl has entered my own life." The people in the mountain village are the people of my Dushan Village, and it is not the turn of outsiders to control whether they live or die!"
"Pah!" Ye Wuji slapped the village chief in the face with his scabbard and said, "Then now that you are in my hands, can I beat you to death?"
"Amitabha." The monk recited the Buddha's name, but did not stop Ye Wuji. Ye Wuji couldn't really kill the village chief, he just beat him up.
The village chief tried his best to dodge, but he was tied with a rope and could not escape.
Ye Wuji hit the village chief with a scabbard on his head. Stars suddenly appeared in the village chief's eyes, and the figures of the women who died in his hands suddenly flashed before his eyes. When he humiliated them, it was more than just whipping.
"Where are the bones of the Miao girl buried?"
Ye Wuji asked.
The village chief had a scar on his face and his eyes averted. Ye Wuji raised his sword, preparing to fight again.
"Don't! Don't! Spare your life, hero!" The village chief quickly begged for mercy, "It's just that all the dead women in the village are buried here, and I don't remember where the Miao girl is buried!"
Ye Wuji slapped the ground at the village chief's feet with his palm, and the force of his palm exploded the ground, revealing three or four white bones in the loess. Ye Wuji changed places again, and there were bones under the ground there. In this small temple, there were tons of bones under the ground.
Ye Wuji was filled with grief and anger, and was about to slap the village chief with his palm. The monk grabbed her hand and shook his head.
"Shouldn't such a beast be killed?" Ye Wuji's eyes turned red.
"It should be killed, but it should not be killed by you." The monk said, "There are officials in the world and gods and Buddhas in the sky. We do not have the right to live or kill."
"I, the children of Jianghu, should be happy with their grudges!" Ye Wuji said, backhand slashing at the monk, "I don't want to listen to your preaching, I just want to kill them! If they don't die, how can they be worthy of the dead souls in this temple!"
"If you insist on killing me, I will have no choice but to use all my strength to stop you."
There was a sudden tension between the two, and a fight was about to begin. The tied villagers were silently chanting in their hearts, "Let's fight, let's fight!" Suddenly, the sound of a flute came.
The sound of the flute sounds like weeping, complaining, resentment and admiration, which is particularly strange in the mountains at this late night.
Ye Wuji was startled, pointed at the door and said, "What is that!"
In the dim night, you can see a group of colorful snakes outside the temple gate, squirming and snaking towards the temple.
"Ah! Snakes!" Several snakes have crawled into the temple and wrapped themselves around the ankles of several villagers near the temple gate. The villager shouted and shook his feet to throw the snake off, but his behavior only angered the snake. The snake opened its mouth wide and bit down. In the blink of an eye, the villager's limbs convulsed and fell down.
The monk stood in front of the temple door holding his rosary beads and used the wind of his palm to lift the poisonous snake away. However, there were more and more poisonous snakes, and there were many poisonous spiders hanging from the roof. Even the monk with strong internal strength gradually couldn't hold on.
Ye Wuji was unwilling to work with the monk to save these villagers. The monk was compassionate, but she didn't care about the life or death of these people at all.
"Monk, you talk about karma. Perhaps these people's death by poison is the retribution they deserve. Why do you need to save them!" As he said that, Ye Wuji rushed out of the temple and followed the sound of the flute. Looking in the direction, she wanted to see who was controlling these poisons.
As the sound of the flute approached, I saw a towering ancient tree standing alone in the mountain col. A bonfire was burning under the tree. Beside the bonfire, a seedling girl in red with a head full of silver ornaments was playing on a green jade flute.
There is a man next to her. The man has bronze skin, half of his chest is exposed, and his explosive muscle lines reveal a wild beauty.