Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Wenwen's face turned pale as she cut her finger and squeezed a drop of blood into the jar.

The Three-Yin Centipede was in high spirits, and was about to attack from all directions to show its power, when it suddenly discovered a hand reaching into the jar and pinching it.

Before it could show its power after drinking enough blood, a trace of terrifying majesty instantly overwhelmed its barely perceptible consciousness.

Jiang Ran held the centipede in front of his eyes and observed it carefully for a while.

Although he did not use his telepathic vision, his soul could vaguely feel the connection and bond between the centipede in his hand and the villagers present.

The poison bred by the evil in people's hearts is closely related to everyone in Luoyin Mountain.

Each drop of blood merely magnified and strengthened this connection.

After Wenwen finished dripping blood, Jiang Ran observed the centipede in his hand before looking at her and speaking calmly.

"You can go home now and tell Hu Wenwen that from now on, Luoyin Mountain is just a mountain."

Wenwen looked at him as if she understood something, until she read the unquestionable meaning in his eyes, then she gritted her teeth and retreated to the door.

She retreated to just one step away from the door, and when she stepped over the threshold into the wind and rain, she mustered up the courage to ask.

"Brother Jiang, am I going to die?"

Shen Qingjun's face changed when he heard that, and he looked to his side, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Jiang Ran's expression remained calm, but he secretly felt that this girl was very smart and intelligent.

After hesitating for a while, he shook his head noncommittally: "Maybe not."

Wenwen had used up all her courage to ask a question under such great pressure, and she didn't dare to ask again after hearing that.

With one last look at the blood all over the ground, the dying village chief, and the villagers with different expressions, he took a deep breath, walked into the wind and rain, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ran played with the bloody centipede in one hand and slowly walked out under Ma Yilun's incredulous gaze.

"Brother Ran!"

Ma Yilun screamed, and took advantage of the moment when Jiang Ran paused to speak, "Are you really going to let them go?"

"Even if you only want to punish the main culprit, this damn old man, Dashan, Heipang, and even this vicious Zhu Xiao'e, are you not going to do anything about it?"

Jiang Ran did not move, but turned his head to look back at him, and said with a smile: "Whoever you think is the main culprit, just kill them all."

"I can guarantee that no one will dare to resist before I leave Luoyin Mountain."

Ma Yiluan was choked by his words and was speechless for a moment, watching him sink into the wind and rain.

Shen Qingjun stood there hesitating for a while, but still hurriedly chased after him.

As the two figures disappeared, the depressing atmosphere in the room suddenly eased.

A group of villagers were kneeling on the ground, some of them collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion, their faces full of relief at having survived the disaster.

Ma Yiluan couldn't help but stomped his feet on the ground a few times. He was feeling annoyed when he heard Lu Xiaoyun speak uncertainly.

"Yilun, don't be anxious. I always feel that Jiang Ran has something else in his words."

Having said that, she glanced at the villagers whose eyes were obviously beginning to look strange, and grabbed Ma Yiluan's arm to persuade him.

"We don't dare to do anything anyway, so it's better not to stay here any longer."

Ma Yilun nodded repeatedly after hearing this, glanced at Yan Wenxuan who was still in a coma, thought for a moment and said, "Tan Zishan, can you still move?"

"I won't die for a while." Tan Zishan smiled self-deprecatingly.

Upon hearing this, Ma Yilun quickly carried Yan Wenxuan on his back and pouted at Lu Xiaoyun: "Help Tan Zishan, let's leave here first."

The four of them staggered for a long time before walking out of the main room.

Although the villagers looked at him unkindly, due to Jiang Ran's power, no one dared to take any substantial action to stop him.

After the four figures completely disappeared, Heipang stood up, pulled up Dashan, and asked in a muffled voice: "Village Chief, are you okay?"

The dying old man's eyes were full of confusion. He couldn't understand why Jiang Ran left in such an anticlimactic way.

He didn't think that the other party had any concerns and didn't dare to kill so many people. After all, the corpses on the ground were still fresh.

After thinking for a long time, he could only attribute it to the fact that Shen Qingjun's persuasion was really effective. Such a murderer who kills people without blinking an eye could not resist the temptation of a beautiful woman.

"Fairy wife..." Dashan stared at the door infatuatedly, with a look of intoxication on his face.

Zhu Xiao'e endured the pain of a severed tongue and climbed up from the ground. She half-knelt down and looked at the direction where Jiang Ran left with an extremely cold look, not knowing what she was thinking in her mind.

The tall old Qiu coughed twice and expressed his opinion in a timid manner, "This guy thinks highly of himself and couldn't bear to refuse the proposal of that beautiful lady, so we were lucky enough to save our lives."

"I will definitely teach him a lesson when I have the chance. I don't believe he is so arrogant and will never offend anyone."

Heipang was so scared that he buried his head on the ground. He felt a little ashamed. When he heard this, he was about to agree, but suddenly he took a step back.

Looking at Lao Qiu's contemptuous eyes, he didn't care about being angry. He pointed around with trembling hands and his voice trembled.

"Centipedes. Lots of centipedes."

At some point, many grayish-white centipedes appeared from all directions on the damp ground and crawled densely all over the house.

There are so many centipedes in this group that when they gather together they give people a feeling of frenzy and brutality.

After Heipang's exclamation, large groups of centipedes had already crawled to where the crowd was.

Some villagers who were seriously injured and unable to get up had the centipedes quickly crawling onto their bodies, and they immediately roared in fear.

The most terrifying thing is that these centipedes seem to have specific targets and they crawl towards different people accordingly.

When a group of centipedes climbed up his feet, Heipang immediately jumped wildly on the spot.

I didn't know how many centipedes I stepped on, but it was still difficult to stop them from crawling up my legs to my upper body.

As a woman, Zhu Xiao'e felt even more terrified when she felt the touch on her skin, and she kept making meaningless sounds from her mouth.

Because she was half-squatting on the ground, the centipedes on the ground quickly crawled all over her legs and feet.

Even if the centipede does not bite people, the dual senses of sight and touch still make people feel a little creepy.

Zhu Xiao'e struggled to get up and ran towards the door like crazy.

Heipang glanced inside the room and found that the ground had become a sea of ​​centipedes. He immediately stopped paying attention to the rest of the people.

While constantly raising his feet to step on a large number of centipedes to death, he quickly approached the door.

He had just run a few steps when he saw Zhu Xiao'e's body twitching and then falling to the ground inexplicably.

Dense swarms of gray-white centipedes instantly covered her body, followed by a shrill wail from her soul.

Even though Zhu Xiao'e's tongue was torn off, the sound seemed to not come out of her mouth. It was a perception beyond hearing.

The moment this shrill cry sounded, Heipang felt his heart tighten and he had difficulty breathing.

"Burning...burning?" He stared at Zhu Xiao'e's outline in amazement, and a faint flame appeared in his sight.

The colors of the flames were a mixture of green and dark red, clearly leaping, yet making people feel chilled to the bone.

As soon as the green flames appeared, Zhu Xiao'e's soul became even more tormented, and she struggled madly as if her bones and heart were being eaten away.

The centipede on her body seemed to have become an accelerant, instantly igniting the tiny flame.

Zhu Xiao'e desperately crawled forward and stretched one hand out of the door with all her strength. The rain falling on her hand was like gasoline poured on the flames.

The cyan-green flames rose rapidly, and with every leap and burn, Heipang seemed to hear a painful groan emanating from the soul.

"Mmmm, I..." Zhu Xiao'e had no idea what kind of inhuman torture she had suffered, and she actually uttered several meaningful sounds from her mouth.

Although her words were still unclear, Heipang somehow understood what she meant.

kill me.

He stood there shuddering, looking at the leaping green flames, which actually felt like the fire of hell, so cold that it made his whole body shiver.