The villain is a fuzzy [Transmigration Book]

He turned his head and wanted to stop the man, but the man flashed nimbly, and the sword light appeared a few feet away in an instant, and there were several corpses of monsters on the ground.

But in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the rain, never to be seen again.

As if experiencing a big dream, Mu Lin was full of disbelief, turned his neck to look around, but could only see corpses of monsters everywhere.

He said in a daze: [...Afeng. 】

Xu Feng said: [I am here. 】

【He...】 Mu Lin's expression was full of endless trance and shock, he clenched the Tianyuan sword in his hand, his shoulders trembled slightly, 【He killed so many monsters by himself. 】

Xu Feng was silent for a moment, and said: [I heard what he said to you. 】

Mu Lindao: [...He said that I look like an old friend? 】

Xu Feng said in a deep voice: [Have you seen him? 】

[I didn't see his face, but I probably haven't. 】Mu Lindao, 【Except for the Four Great Sword Masters... I have never seen anyone who can use swords like this. 】

The two fell silent for a while.

Xu Feng said: [Go back...you are soaked through. 】

The rain was still falling, and Mu Lin seemed to be drenched in water.However, he did not choose Yujian to leave, but wiped his face, put his long wet and heavy hair behind his shoulders, and walked down the mountain road with his sword in hand.

The mountain road was rugged, with nine twists and turns. Mu Lin stepped over the corpses of countless monsters, and when he saw those who were not dead, he made up his sword, and stopped and walked, with a rough guess in his mind.

He said to Xu Feng: [There are so many monsters, it is impossible to gather spontaneously.I feel...someone summoned them. 】

Xu Feng's face became more serious: [Who could it be? 】

Mu Lin said: [I don't know.Not surprisingly, the uncles will soon hear the news and rush here. 】

The mountain road was slippery and muddy, and it took about a stick of incense before Mu Lin walked out of the mountain road and came to the foot of the mountain.

The closer to the foot of the mountain, the fewer and fewer corpses of monsters, until finally they were almost invisible.

Mu Lin said: [It seems that it was that person who intercepted and killed the group of demons. 】

He raised his head, took a fixed look at Shan Dao, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and said: 【Afeng. 】

Xu Feng said: [What's wrong? 】

Mu Lin squeezed the hilt of the sword tightly, and said slowly: [One day, I will also become that kind of person. 】

There is no mountain that cannot be climbed, and there is no realm that cannot be surpassed.

A swordsman is invincible.

One sword breaks all demons.

Xu Feng's heart moved, and he smiled slightly:

【you will. 】

There is a small village at the foot of the mountain. Dozens of thatched huts are swaying in the wind and rain, and they seem to fall apart at any time.

At this time, it is about the end of Yinshi and the beginning of Maoshi.Summer time is here, and the dawn is getting earlier.Even though the sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind and rain were terrible, a faint bright color couldn't cover it up, and he slowly fainted from the horizon.

Mu Lin wanted to return with the sword, but suddenly noticed that outside a hut not far away, under the eaves, was a slightly familiar thing hanging, slightly swaying in the wind.

At first glance, it looks like a hanging figure.

Mu Lin said: [What is that? 】

Xu Feng said: [Coir raincoat? 】

Mu Lin paused, but still walked over.

He grew up in the Wuji Sword Sect since he was a child, and enjoyed royal treatment everywhere, so he had never seen the straw clothes worn by ordinary people.

It was only because of the fact that the mysterious man was wearing this simple grass coat and a bamboo hat woven from bamboo slices to sweep away demons on the mountain road in the rain, that he had an indelible impression on him.

The rain seems to be less.Anyway, he was drenched all over, and Mu Lin didn't care if it got wetter, he stepped on the water indifferently, splashing a splash of water.Soon, he went to the eaves, and first looked around, but the adobe window panes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.I think the owner of this house is still resting.

In this way, he took his steps more lightly, walked to the coir rain cape, and observed it carefully—the layers of coir coir grass were strung together by brown sheets, which looked thick and heavy, and were tied to an iron hook with strips of cloth. superior.The iron hook was rusty and was hung on a hemp rope. The two ends of the hemp rope were connected to the wooden stakes protruding from the earth wall. There were several hooks hanging on it, which seemed to be used for drying clothes on weekdays.

A bamboo hat was hung on one of the stakes, and nothing was hung on the other.

The monk had all five senses, and Mu Lin felt as if he had stepped on something under his feet. When he looked down, it was a few scattered weeds.

Sweeping from the corner of the eye, Mu Lin's pupils suddenly shrank!

He strode forward, squatted down, and stared at the crack of the door.I saw thin blood flowing out of the gap in the wooden door, like a small stream, winding into the rain.

Mu Lin stood up abruptly, raised his foot and kicked, breaking through the door.

As soon as he entered the door, he gasped!

——He smelled a bloody smell that could not be ignored.It was just outside the door, the rain was too loud, the humidity was too heavy, and it was covered by the walls, so the smell was not very obvious. Now that it was inside the house, it was all exposed, and it was so strong that it was disgusting.

It was dark inside, and there were no candles lit.With the faint light outside the window, Mu Lin saw a man's body.

With his back to the door, he half-kneeled in the corner, his head drooping unnaturally, the linen shirt on his body was stained black and red with blood, his posture was stiff and weird.

Mu Lin's scalp exploded, he stepped forward quickly, and stretched out two fingers to check his breathing.

—too dead.

Almost at the same moment, Mu Lin noticed that there was a black blood hole on the back of his neck.The hole was very small, as if it was just pierced by a long nail, without even opening the flesh, but it pierced the throat precisely from the cervical vertebrae, killing people instantly!

A sword seals the throat!

For a moment, Mu Lin's mind went blank, and he even forgot to breathe.

【A Feng! 】Mu Lin turned the beads quickly, his voice trembling: 【Don't look! 】

The next moment, Xu Feng's vision dimmed, and Mu Lin completely closed the mustard seeds.

It was also the first time Xu Feng saw a dead person at such a young age.It was a lie that he was not afraid, and he was petrified, but... What about Mu Lin?

【A Lin! ! 】Xu Feng said, 【Get out of here quickly, go back and find your uncle! 】

But Mu Lin seemed to be stunned, and didn't hear Xu Feng's words at all.His whole body was tense, his face was pale, he held the sword in his right hand, subconsciously pressed the back of the sword against the man's chin, and moved an inch to the right.

Immediately, he saw his face, with a flick of his wrist, the long sword almost fell out of his hand!

The man's cheekbones were high, his face was distorted, his eyes were wide open, and he was staring in one direction.His mouth was slightly open, the corners of his lips were purple and black, but the curvature was upward, and he squeezed out an ugly and sad smile.

What a strange and contradictory expression - as if he saw a terrible scene before he died, but also as if he was finally freed and willing to fall into the endless hell.

Mu Lin felt cold all over, followed his gaze, and saw a black sheet on the wooden bed, something seemed to be hidden under it, and the sheet was bulged up.

Not knowing where the courage came from, Mu Lin raised his sword and lifted the cloth sheet!

Dead bodies, two dead bodies again!

Bloody!Can't see the original appearance at all!

Mu Lin took a hasty glance, couldn't take it anymore, rushed out the door.

His mind was full of the appearance of the corpse just now—it seemed to be two old people, one head and body were separated, the head seemed to be twisted off, the other had a broken leg, and the flesh on the leg seemed to be torn, pitted, like Fish waiting to be slaughtered.

"Ouch—" Mu Lin rushed into the rain, bent over and covered his stomach, retching.

Although Xu Feng couldn't see it, he could feel Mu Lin's mind fluctuating extremely violently, and said: 【Ah Lin! !go back! ! ! 】

Mu Lin didn't respond to him, he held his breath, ran to other thatched huts, and kicked open the doors one after another——

One, two, three...

Corpses, corpses, all corpses! ! !

Those who were killed by swords, strangled to death, bitten to death... It was a hell on earth!

All the people in a village are dead!

Mu Lin ran out of a room, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.He was dizzy and blinked his eyes, but he couldn't blink the red color.The whole world is full of blood, and he seems to be in it.

Xu Feng had already used his spiritual power to charge against Mustard Seed, but he couldn't get out: [Ah Lin, what's wrong with you? !stop looking! ! ! 】

[I...] Mu Lin shook his head, his face was as white as paper, [I don't know...]

At this moment, he heard a woman's scream not far away!

The voice pierced through the rainstorm, piercing straight into the ear, as if calling for help when dying, or wailing when desperate.

Mu Lin was shocked, grabbed his sword, and ran towards the voice!