Chapter 461

The old man brought Leng seventeen into the village. Leng seventeen looked at it as he walked. The whole village looked very peaceful. The villagers in the village are also more hospitable. They will smile warmly when they see Leng 17.

But cold seventeen always feels strange, because these people's smiles are full of hypocrisy!

The old man took Leng 17 to a black tent. There were more than ten Zhang round tables. On each table, there were full people eating and drinking and laughing.

The old man said, "the guest happened to have a wedding banquet today. If the guest is weak, he can sit down."

wedding banquet?

Leng Shiqi glanced at the old man. It was clearly a funeral banquet. When did it become a wedding banquet?

"Isn't it a wedding banquet to escape from the sea of suffering and ascend to bliss?" the old man explained.

"The old man is right!" Leng 17 nodded, but he didn't take his seat, because under his perception, where those people eat is what delicious food, which is obviously rotten maggots!

The wine they drink also exudes a strong smell of corpses!

Of course, you can't eat or drink these things when they are cold.

At this time, the strong man next to him handed over a bowl of wine, "foreign guest, this is the strongest wine in our village. Come and try it."

Before the strong man finished speaking, he poured the bowl of wine directly into Leng seventeen's mouth. Leng seventeen snorted, and an invisible spiritual force sent out to push the strong man away.

However, it is strange that Leng Qiming has controlled this spiritual power to a very weak level, but the strong man is directly scattered like a paper man!

But the body of the strong man didn't shed a trace of blood!

The strong man's head that fell to the ground still smiled and said, "guest, what does this mean? Is it a toast without penalty?"

At the same time, everyone in the black canopy was quiet. Everyone turned to Leng 17 with a smile. That kind of smile made people shudder!

The old man squinted and said, "I waited for Haosheng to entertain the guests, but the guests started to kill. This is your fault."

Originally, all the people sitting around came with a bowl of wine. They still smiled warmly and said, "guests, come and have wine."

"Have a bowl."

"You're welcome."

It was like the sound of magic sound lingering in Leng seventeen's ear, which directly penetrated into his heart, making his state of mind feel very upset unconsciously.

"Hum!" Leng seventeen snorted, "play tricks!"

Immediately, his spiritual power erupted, just like an invisible vortex sweeping out! Instantly lift the whole black canopy, and all the people around are torn apart!

What's more strange is that this time everyone splashed blood like a real person, and the stumps flew around, and scarlet blood splashed on Leng seventeen's face.

The feeling of fishy heat is so real, like he killed hundreds of innocent lives in an instant.

Leng seventeen was a little stunned and wiped the blood on his face, and an unspeakable emotion appeared in his heart.

In fact, up to now, there are many people who died in the hands of Leng 17, but all he killed were spiritual practitioners, and they all killed for survival and interests.

He has never killed ordinary people!

He has always regarded killing as a means, not a murderous person.

Now the scene in front of him is like hell on earth, but it makes him feel so real that it touches the killing nature at the bottom of his heart.

When all the people around here died, Leng Shiqi felt that he was standing at the head of the village again!

There is a funeral procession coming out. The leader is the expressionless middle-aged man. At the end of the procession is the kind-hearted old man.

What's going on?

At this moment, Leng seventeen didn't know why he came back here or how he recovered.

I don't know how the old man came back to life!

Although he knew that these should be false and probably magic, his eyes and feelings told himself that these were true!

The old man went to Leng 17 and said, "the guests should come all the way. It's better to come to the village and have a rest."

Everything is the same as what cold seventeen experienced before. Even what the old man said is exactly the same!

"What's the matter?!" Leng Shiqi was very upset. He pointed to the sword and immediately waved hundreds of three unique sword Qi, covering the whole village.

The three unique swords of ice and blue are everywhere, constantly strangling everyone here. After only a dozen breaths, the whole village has become a dead village!

What Leng seventeen didn't know was that his eyes had begun to redden slightly!

However, the next moment, the village recovered again, and a group of people rushed out of the village. Leng Shiqi's killing intention increased sharply, and his blood was shining in his eyes, but suddenly he pinched the flower print in his hand, and the faint Buddha light suddenly suppressed the killing intention in his heart.

"Hoo!" Leng Shiqi breathed out heavily. He just killed the villagers of the whole village. These are "ordinary people" who have no strength to bind chickens.

Although he knew that these were not ordinary people, the touch was very real. He almost indulged in endless killing and became a madman who only knew killing!

Fortunately, he had strong willpower, and the Buddhist secret method of twisting flowers and printing, which was specially used to suppress evil thoughts, woke up just when he was about to be possessed by the devil.

He couldn't help saying, "there are some ways!"

In this chaotic area, the power of eyes and induction can no longer be believed, but has become a channel for him to get into trouble!

Then cold seventeen simply closed his eyes and took back all his senses. At this time, the old man came again and said the same thing when he was hungry.

The cold seventeen also smiled and said, "well, I'm really tired after I've been on my way for a long time. If it's convenient for my father-in-law, I'd like to stay here for another night."

There was a pause in the smile on the old man's face, and then he took Leng Shiqi to the black canopy. The strong man again brought a bowl of wine full of corpse smell.

This time Leng seventeen didn't do it, but took a very forthright bite to stuffy the bowl of wine. The smell of fishy and disgusting filled his mouth and nose, making him sick in his heart.

But Leng Shiqi did not change his face, but praised: "good wine, good wine! Another bowl!"

The smiles on the faces of the old man and the strong man were stiff and immediately returned to normal. The strong man directly picked up a jar of wine and shouted, "the guest is so refreshing. I must turn over this jar of wine today!"

"Come on, get drunk!" cold seventeen rolled up his sleeves and ate and drank with a table. He smiled and ate the rotten food and corpse water.

After a while, a four or five-year-old boy in a red belly pocket came bouncing over.

Leng seventeen flashed a fine light at the bottom of his eyes and said, "finally!"