C95 (1/2)

Xiao Hui was indeed detestable, and just because he was arrogant, he should be taught a lesson.

However, it was not to the extent that he needed his life!

However, when he looked at the man in black, he did not have any intentions of stopping.

Old God Wang also did not express his stance. With such a huge commotion behind him, it seemed like he was even tired of looking back.

Just by this point, one could see how terrifying the Old God Wang was. Perhaps it was because of this that the Old God Wang had such a position in the village.

That was why the villagers were so afraid of him!

At this time, the Old God Wang had already stopped in his tracks, but the feeling he gave me was indescribably cold, like an iceberg.

Old God Wang was unmoved by the waves of crying and begging for mercy behind him.

At this moment, the bell had stopped ringing. It seemed that some kind of ceremony had been completed, and everything behind him did not stop ringing at the same time.

They continued to move forward with increasing intensity, as if they would never be able to stop once they started. This was the most terrifying thing …

At this moment, the ice-cold feeling in my body slowly disappeared. It only lasted for a moment.

But now, I slightly frowned as I looked at the gusts of wind still swirling behind me, still surging forward.

At the same time, Xiao Hui held his head with both hands, looking more and more in pain. Not only was blood flowing out of his mouth, even his face and the back of his hands were suffering from some unknown force.

The dark red blood was shocking. All the people who were not related to the battle retreated far away and held their breaths.

I know that Old God Wang does not simply want to kill people. He wants to consolidate his prestige in the village.

Because at this time, in the village, there were still a lot of people who did not know him, and what Old God Wang wanted was for everyone to remember him.

This way, it would be easier for him to do whatever he wanted in the village.

This person was indeed vicious …

Folk Evil Theurgy, how did this black clothed man know it? Was it something old man Wang had taught him?

Although old man Wang was also a villager in the village before, and in terms of age, he was much older than his adoptive father.

If there was only one civilian Evil Theurgy, then the owner of this book should have been the Old God Wang.

Of course … It was also possible that there was more than one Evil Theurgy among the masses, but one could be sure that the Old God Wang and his adoptive father, whether deep or shallow, were all related to each other.

But seeing how Old God Wang played with his life, he and his foster father were not the same kind of person.

It's very possible that the black clothed man's Evil Theurgy Arts are even more profound than the ones I've learned, so I would naturally feel a sense of reverence when he shook the bell just now.

This is where the wickedness of the book lies.

Of course, there was also the possibility that the man in black was a disciple of the so-called sect mentioned in the book.

I don't know what the so-called sect is, and I've never followed the books and kowtowed in fear of attracting unnecessary trouble.

But now that he thought about it, since there was a so-called sect, then there must be levels within the sect.

The mysterious aura of this sect is too thick for me to understand, and I have no idea whether this sect is dangerous or not after I enter it.

Even though I had already read half of the book, I still did not intend to touch this so-called sect.

But I can be sure that if this man in black is a person from the sect, then his status must be higher than mine. This way, when he used the Evil Theurgy, I would feel this feeling, which isn't strange at all.

After all, the entire book on the Evil Theurgy itself was not something that could be figured out by common sense …

He frowned slightly as he thought about it, while staring at the bloodied Xiao Hui.

A thin layer of ice had already formed on the blood vessels of Xiao Hui's body. If he did not think of a way, Xiao Hui would truly be dead!

At this moment, the parents by Xiao Hui's side were desperately kowtowing to the ground, crying and begging, causing my heart to feel waves of discomfort.

Putting aside the moral character of this family of three, I could feel that this kinship touched upon the softest place in my heart.