Throughout the small mountain village, many corpses were lying on the ground.
Zhang Yuanming looked carefully and saw that the owners of those corpses were the villagers who entertained him last night.
"What's going on? Someone came to massacre the village last night? Then why am I fine?
It’s not that I wasn’t discovered, otherwise I wouldn’t have appeared on this village road, so why exactly?”
Walking on the road in this small village, Zhang Yuanming looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and kept mumbling to himself.
Scenes of those simple villagers serving him wine and meals kept flashing through his mind.
Zhang Yuanming had a vague desire to take revenge on these villagers.
After carefully looking through several corpses, Zhang Yuanming discovered that the souls of these villagers had been directly extracted from them after they died.
There were almost no external injuries on their bodies, except for some obvious marks on their ankles, which seemed to be caused by some kind of vines.
"Wood-attribute spells and the soul-eating technique of black magic! Hmm...why do you always feel that this kind of spell is so familiar?"
Zhang Yuanming looked at the corpses one after another, still muttering in his mouth.
At this moment, the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at a corner, and it seemed to move.
He raised his hand, and a green wooden staff appeared in his hand. It was the Qingxuan Ming Spirit Staff.
Although Zhang Yuanming didn't quite understand why this wooden stick appeared in his hand.
However, he didn't dwell too much on it. He swung his wooden stick and a faint light swept away the things hidden in the corner.
A young man was huddled in the corner, looking at him with a frightened face, his whole body trembling continuously.
"No! Don't kill me! This matter has nothing to do with me, I didn't do it!
Those medicinal powders are the ones the village chief and others forced me to give up in your meal!"
When all the coverings in front of the young man's eyes were swept away by Zhang Yuanming with a stick, the young man exclaimed. Perhaps because of fear, his voice was somewhat distorted.
After hearing the young man's words, Zhang Yuanming's eyes suddenly narrowed.
The information revealed in this young man's words was enough for Zhang Yuanming to know what exactly happened last night.
At the same time, it also made him understand why the people in this entire village were so enthusiastic towards him, a stranger.
"Huh! Huh! Your village makes a living by hunting travelers like us!
Tell me about the specific situation in your village! Of course, you don’t have to say it if you don’t want to!
As long as you can withstand my Netherworld Gu, we can have a lot of time to play slowly!"
The smile on Zhang Yuanming's face looked extremely evil. Between his fingers, a black worm slowly twisted out.
Regardless of the boy's resistance, Zhang Yuanming pinched the boy's cheek and stuffed the worm into his mouth.
Even if you don’t know what the worm in Zhang Yuanming’s hands is.
But if such a bug gets into your stomach, it will definitely not do anything good.
The young man tried his best to break free from Zhang Yuanming's control, but found that he couldn't exert any strength at all.
With his fearful eyes wide open, he watched helplessly as the knife seemed to have penetrated his stomach from his own mouth, directly from his throat.
The expression on the young man's face slowly changed from fear to despair.
Seeing that the dark poison was completely swallowed by the young man, Zhang Yuanming let go of his hand and let the young man collapse on the ground.
For Zhang Yuanming, this technique was something that he only knew existed, but with his level of cultivation, he could not use it at all.
However, this time he didn't know why, but with a thought, he knew how to use this technique, and he even used it.
Of course, Zhang Yuanming was not too surprised by this, after all, he understood it very well.
The Holy Lord must still be in his body at this time, but he didn't know why he fell into silence.
At the same time, after using the technique just now, Zhang Yuanming also discovered that there were two pure and strong energies in his body.
However, he couldn't use those two powers at all, but maybe it was because of the existence of these two powers.
Zhang Yuanming can clearly feel that his level of practice has been significantly improved.
Compared with Zhang Yuanming's own strength now, there is simply a huge difference between him and his former self.
"Ah! No... don't... please! I say! I say anything! Please, let that worm come out!
Ah! It hurts so much! It’s so itchy! Vomit...ah! It hurts!”
Ever since the worm entered the boy's stomach, the boy had started rolling on the ground.
It can be seen that the young man's clothes are already soaked with his own sweat.
Although he was still shouting loudly, the young man's eyes began to open up a little bit.
Obviously, the pain caused by that insect was beyond the boy's ability to bear.
Looking at the young man's appearance, Zhang Yuanming knew that the ghost's poison could not continue, otherwise it would very likely kill the young man.
"Oh, do you want to say it? Okay! Let's pause for a moment!"
The smile on Zhang Yuanming's face was warm and inviting, but it looked like a demon in the young man's eyes, making him tremble.
"You...what do you want to ask? Please take that worm out of my stomach, I can tell you anything!"
After Zhang Yuanming snapped his fingers, the young man finally sat up from the ground, panting heavily.
"Tell me first where this is? What did you put in my food and water last night?
Tell me about what you saw last night! I'm talking about the dead people outside, let me see if there are any lies in your words!"
Zhang Yuanming bent down, looked directly into the young man's eyes, and spoke in a soft but sinister tone.