C565 Bloodshed (1)

In a quiet mountain village, a single person was quietly walking. All of them were filled with horror.

This person had a series of human heads in his hands. Although these people had two-horned items, the simple villagers didn't think that those dead creatures were wrong.

"This, this, this, this …" Why did you only kill that many people? " An old man stuttered. He walked forward while trembling and asked, "Sir, why are you carrying people on your head?"

This old man was the village chief's oldest name, Zhang. Old Zhang's trembling appearance had already been recorded by the Blood God. He disdainfully said: "These are just some bad people. Old Brother, do not worry, I will definitely not hurt you."

"Then... My Lord, what are you trying to do? There is nothing to welcome in this village, "Old Zhang was afraid of the Blood God who was just a teenager, since he was so talkative.

"I don't need you to entertain me. I just want to stay here for the night. I'll be leaving tomorrow."

So it's like that … They immediately felt reassured, but they were still somewhat uneasy. What if this guy had ill intentions? What would they do then?

"My lord, although we don't have much to treat here, we do still have a place to stay, it's just that …" Old Zhang wanted to say something but hesitated.

"But what?" His cold face made Old Zhang jump. He was afraid that the blood god would be angered, so he immediately knelt on the ground and trembled non-stop.

He can't possibly say that you're not welcome here or something, can he?

"If you have any difficulties, please explain it to the elderly person family." The blood god asked in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing, and then burned the head.

Everyone shouted and left, afraid that the God of Slaughter would kill them if they were displeased with them. Although Old Zhang was afraid, he braced himself and said: "Master, if you do not mind, go and stay at the Frigid House for the night and leave tomorrow."

"If that's the case, then I'll have to thank the elderly person family." The Blood God was rather polite as the Old Zhang led the way to his house.

He had a wife and children, a woman of forty-seventeen or eighteen, and a daughter of fifteen or sixteen. She was tall and slender, beautiful as a flower, and a son of thirteen or fourteen years old.

Once the Blood God entered the small wooden house, the Old Zhang extended his hand and invited the Blood God to sit down.

In this small mountain village, most of the things there were wild vegetables grown by the villagers.

That night, not a single person from the village fell asleep. What happened today was truly terrifying.

"Will that person come?" They felt that the blood god was full of strangeness. Black figures constantly flickered, and they were all frightened. They immediately hid under the bedding, trembling as they said, "Can't see me, can't see me."

Dong dong ~

Someone was knocking on the door. Who was visiting late at night?

If it was a criminal, he should have broken open the door directly and barged in. However, that person didn't knock on the door. Instead, he knocked on the door very politely. However, this person was definitely not from the village. It must be difficult for this person to kill a god with two horns today.

"Who is it?" The woman was somewhat nervous. She looked outside through the gap in the door. It was a young man with a lamp in his hand.

The dim light outside flickered a few times and was extinguished. The woman was startled. She shook her hand a few times and asked, "Who is it?"

"I've only come here for a night's rest. Auntie, there's no need to be afraid." There was a sound from outside, and she nodded, understanding.

"But my house is empty." Because of the incident with the Blood God, they were afraid of letting anyone else into their house. "Why don't you go to the Village Head's house in front of us? The Village Head's house should be able to stay here."

"Thank you so much." He said respectfully and continued to walk forward. There were still other families in front of him.

He saw the people close the door and blow out the lights as he came in. It was obvious that he was somewhat afraid of something that didn't exist. Tonight, the cold wind was blowing and Li Qing felt very uncomfortable, because it had been a long time since someone had rejected him.

A moment later, he arrived at the entrance of the Village Chief's house. It was a small manor. The village chief was only four people here, as well as a stranger.