Immortality Cultivation Era

In Zhou Ju's view, the people in this village are a bit ridiculous.

Obviously, he wanted to kill people and rob money, but he had to put on a posture of "you hurt us, we can only force you to murder you".

Isn’t this a cover-up?

Obviously it is an incomprehensible thing, but in Gao Ge's view everything is so smooth and normal.

Zhou Ju told Gao Ge that you don't understand logic.

Gao Ge told Zhou Ju, you do not understand what is human nature.

This seems to be on another topic.

Do not know why, Zhou Ju suddenly felt that Gao Ge is not a good person.

Probably because Gao Ge can understand these people in the village.

This is definitely a terrible thing.

Because of this, Zhou Ju felt that it was impossible for him to become friends with Gao Ge in his life, because the two people had different ideas. When they saw something, they saw different faces. It is more profound, but sometimes it is too thorough to see some things, which is definitely not a good thing.

"Sometimes, I feel that something is difficult to understand, not a bad thing." Gao Ge said to Zhou Ju.

Zhou Ju nodded, seemingly incomprehensible.

He also didn't know what Gao Ge meant now, but his instincts told him that it was better not to understand.

Many people in the village came around.

At the entrance of the village, the storyteller also stopped.

It was late at night, but he did not think of going back to rest.

The children in the village may feel that the storyteller's head is abnormal, but the fairy rose is holding his chin, sitting on the side, looking at the storyteller, listening to him telling those simple and easy-to-understand stories.

At this time, Fairy Rose suddenly felt depressed.

She hoped that the other party would see and hear herself.

Then, step forward and ask yourself why you should do this.

The movement in the village was getting bigger and bigger. Mr. Storyteller put away his things, picked up his stuff, and walked towards the old lady's house.

Although he already knew what would happen next, he still wanted to see it.

"Perhaps, you are like me." Rose Fairy stood beside Mr. Storyteller, like a shadow, still talking on his mouth, "Although they can see you, they can hear your voice, but you are just like us, what Nothing can be changed, nothing can be done."

After saying this, Fairy Rose suddenly felt that in fact this storyteller is the most sympathetic person.

She felt powerless because she couldn't do anything.

What about this storyteller?

His powerlessness must be unimaginable.

In the yard, although the man had good skills, he was hit in the back of the head with a flat shoulder and stunned.

By the time he woke up, he had been tied up by Wuhua.

The others in the caravan were also tied up.

"Asshole! Asshole! You even took medicine in your meal!"

"Fuck, what do you want to do?"

The face of the beard is also somber.

He stared at the woman hiding in the crowd, his eyes like a sharp sword.

The woman took her son's hand and looked at him calmly, silent for a long time, and slowly stepped forward.

"Actually, I didn't lie to you." The woman said, "I was detained by them. Those are true."

"..." The beard stunned, making it harder to understand, "Since it is so, then why..."

"As long as I help them catch enough people, they will let me go, but unfortunately, there is no woman in your caravan." The woman said softly, "If there is another beautiful girl, They will let me go."

The man laughed.

"Interesting, it's really interesting! I have heard the story of being a tiger's servant. The person eaten by the tiger becomes a ghost after death. They want to find new prey for the tiger and let the tiger eat it. When the ghost appears, they can be released. What is the difference between you and the ghost?"

"I'm just for myself, is there something wrong?" the woman asked.

The big man shook his head: "Yes."

"You can resent me or even come to me as a ghost. This is for your own sake. Actually, it's true." The woman said, "Everyone says, the poor are short-sighted, they are right, but they are poor You can’t eat it anymore, and you still make him think of fame and fortune, which is too unreal. For the poor, how to eat a full stomach is the most important thing. I am also the same, I just think about how to leave Here, how can I live and how can I see the sun outside, so, sorry, I have no time to think about the so-called morality, good and evil."

The big man smiled.

"I was surprised to hear such words from your mouth, but you are right."

The woman was suddenly stunned.

She looked fixedly at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with deep doubts.

She felt that this man was different from what he had seen before.

Those men, as long as this time, must be full of fear, or they are desperately cursing themselves.

But now.

The man in front of him looked calm and calm in his eyes...like a stagnant water.

The more this is, the more confused she is.

"Are you afraid of dying?"

"If you're afraid, you don't have to die?" Dahan asked.

"..."

"Actually, my brothers are very wronged. You have been prescribed medicine for a long time, but now? But I have to say that I have been involved in them." Dahan said with a smile, "Some words are untenable!"

"Shut up!" A loud shout came from the village head.

At this time, the village chief still has a kind look on his face.

Instead, it is the murderous look on the face, the murderousness of the body, even Gao Ge can feel it.

"If you want to kill or kill, come quickly! I'm afraid of everything in my life, but I'm not afraid of dying! Uncle's purpose is to kill people and rob money, so I have to show the attitude of the victim. I shouted with a voice, "There is not enough people in the world to eat the elephants, but you guys will die one day sooner or later than Laozi! I haven't done anything bad in this life. I have killed people and killed bandits. You can’t go to hell, but you guys... close the door at night and sleep well? Not afraid, is there something lying under your bed? Hahaha!"

The faces of the villagers were gradually distorted by the light of the torches. At this moment, they looked more like a group of demons.

This seems...

It is a festival of demons.

"Kill them." The village chief snorted coldly, turned around, and the people behind had made way for themselves.

Three or five strong men withdrew their swords, grinning, and walked towards the caravan's cheeky man.

"Stop! Stop!"

A young man in a white shirt quickly ran towards this side, staggering and falling a few times.

"You are going to be retaliated! You are going to be retaliated! Put down the butcher's knife! Otherwise, your generation, and your children, your children's children... Do you really want the whole village to change Is it a cannibal village?!"

The scholar shouted hysterically, growling.