Tang Yan hesitated for a moment, then left with Mu Rou and walked deep into the dense forest.
"Why are there five? We obviously have four." Mu Rou was surprised. There was one for herself, one for Tang Yan, one for Golden Monkey, and one for Lingzhi. There were obviously five of them.
"This village is so weird, it makes me very uneasy." Lingzhi expressed her vigilance.
"You can't back down just because you're weird. I'm bound to win that old guy's life." Tang Yan discussed with Lingzhi and Mu Rou for a while, took them all into the new world, and told Langya to stay outside.
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After processing, Tang Yan returned to the entrance of the village and took out five top-grade energy stones: "Only myself, they will stay outside."
Granny Ma motioned to put it in the bamboo basket next to her: "There is also a check-in fee, one."
Tang Yan took another top-quality spiritual stone and put it in one after another: "Is it ready now?"
Granny Ma nodded, took a few more glances at the blood stains on Tang Yan's body, and smiled slightly: "Young man, you are new here. Let me tell you the rules. Fighting is not allowed in the village. Remember this."
"I see."
"I'm reminding you, I hope you can pay attention and don't make a fuss that makes everyone unhappy."
"Don't worry, I will abide by your rules." Tang Yan walked into the village with a sword on his back, looking for traces of Han Zuo.
Granny Ma stared at Tang Yan's background for a long time. An inexplicable light flashed in her eyes. She smiled slightly, took off a cloth bag from her waist, poured out a few ancient turtle shells, and played with them casually.
Said to himself: "I haven't had fortune-telling for a long time, and this young man has aroused my interest."
Not long after, another group of people came to Linzhong Village. Without saying a word, they paid enough high-grade energy stones and walked in.
"It hasn't been this lively for a long time." Granny Ma smiled and shook her head, picked up a bamboo strip, and continued to weave the bamboo basket seriously.
Linzhong Village is one of the most mysterious places in the Demon Realm.
This village has no city walls, no troops, and no guards. Clumps of shrubs crookedly surround the outside of the village, barely forming the outline of the village.
There is no village chief, no management, only unique hotels and pubs, demonstrating a style that blends in with nature.
At a glance, it looks like an ordinary small mountain village.
The only unique thing is the distribution of villagers inside.
There are humans, monsters, a few demons, and even alien hybrids.
The village can be said to be huge, winding for more than ten miles, with nearly a thousand large and small houses, and nearly ten thousand residents. After all, it is the only 'transit station' and 'foothold' in the southwest region of the Demonic Domain.
Various characters can be seen everywhere. People are coming and going in the village, which is lively, but not noisy, let alone noisy. It seems orderly. However, the atmosphere in different areas includes tension, hatred, confrontation, and even occasional incidents.
roaring, the only thing not seen is fighting.
Life here is very simple, very peaceful, without restraints, and regardless of hierarchy. No matter you are a saint or a martial artist, a demon saint or a little puppy, no one can hurt anyone when you walk here.
It can be clearly felt that the two words of rules have been engraved in the soul of this village. Whether you are a long-time resident or a newcomer, you must strictly abide by it.
"He should be in here." Tang Yan stopped in front of a hotel carved out of a huge tree. There were a few warriors sitting sparsely in the lobby, chatting attentively, quietly savoring the fact that nothing was wrong.
It is peaceful and peaceful here. The ancient trees have not withered because they were hollowed out to build houses. They are still full of vitality. Thousands of weeping willows are as green as new, exuding fresh vitality.
Looking up one by one, there are five floors of housing.
But there was obvious corpse energy and blood energy surging in one of the layers. Although it seemed to be suppressed with all its strength, and the giant tree was purifying itself with the clear life breath, the smell of blood could still be smelled.
Occasionally, there will be painful low groans, which should be the escaped zombie royal family monsters.
"Let's see where you run away." Tang Yan walked into the hotel directly.
The boss behind the counter raised his head, saw a stranger, and asked with a smile: "It's my first time here, do you want to eat? Drink? Or stay in a hotel?"
"Let's get some food first, and then arrange a room." Tang Yan threw over a top-quality energy stone.
"Please wait a moment, sir." The boss immediately ordered the maids in the store.
Tang Yan raised his head and looked upstairs and asked, "Has an old guy come here recently? He's covered in blood and his skin has been peeled off."
After these bloody words, the lobby became slightly quiet, and everyone looked at Tang Yan in unison. Sitting in the corner of the hotel was Wang Xiang and his companions.
The boss was immersed in calculating the accounts. He frowned slightly when he heard this, then raised his head with a smile, indicating to the stunned maids to continue busy with their own affairs, and looked at Tang Yan with a smile: "Do you know the rules here objectively?"
"I know, we can't fight."
"That's good. A guest came this morning and was seriously injured."
"Which floor do you live on? It's not a violation to ask this question, right?"
"I live on the third floor. The person objectively told me not to disturb you."
Tang Yan agreed, then picked up his sword and stepped upstairs.
The maids stopped again and looked at each other, but the boss didn't care, shrugged and continued to settle accounts.
"That's interesting." People in the hotel were talking with half-smiles, looking upward from time to time, listening to the noise.
A moment later, there was a loud bang, which alarmed the hotel and the village. Many people turned their attention to the hotel.
On the third floor of the hotel, Tang Yan aggressively kicked open Hanzuo's door.
Hanzuo was sitting on the edge of the bed, condensing corpse energy and absorbing the piles of spiritual treasures in front of him. He didn't open his eyes except snorting and snorting at Tang Yan's arrival.
"Old man, do you think you'll be safe hiding here?" Tang Yan stood coldly at the door, clenching his right hand tightly, anger welling up in his chest again, and his eyes turned red with excitement.
"I'm just sitting here, and you come to arrest me?" Han Zuo sneered sinisterly, not caring at all about the anger Tang Yan was arousing.
"Before I die, tell me your name." Tang Yan clenched his fists tightly, his joints crackling, and his anger was raging. Killing intent burst out in his eyes. His feet were pressed against the ground, like springs that were continuously compressed and could burst out at any time.
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"Humph, name? You don't deserve it!" Han Zuo smiled evilly, raised his bloody one eye, and looked at Tang Yan coldly: "Little brat, aren't you very powerful? Come and kill me. Your enemy is here.
Sitting in front of you, do you dare?"
"You are very curious about why I know the third level of ancient war? Because I have refined the body of a war demon!"
"Yes, you heard it right. I have indeed refined the body of a war demon for a thousand years."
"Do you dare to kill me? If you kill me, you will be killing your master!"
"Hey, that's right. After careful calculation, I am your master."
"Come on, dear disciple, kneel down for me and lick your toes."
"Hey, your face is turning green? Do you want to eat me? Haha, I just like your disgusting look of eating shit, haha."
The hotel is filled with unbridled laughter and bad provocations, which is extremely annoying.
Click, Tang Yan suddenly shouted: "Death!"
But at this special moment, slight footsteps came from downstairs, and they walked slowly to the third floor and stopped at the corner dozens of meters away.
It was Wang Xiang who we had communicated with before.
Wang Xiang smiled silently: "Friend, I don't know what grudges you have with the people inside, but I sincerely advise you not to cause trouble in this village. You are just a casual cultivator, and you cannot bear the consequences of violating the rules.
Even if you have a special background, don't make trouble here.
To give you an example, a direct descendant of the Stone Demon Clan once came here to cause trouble. As a result, his head was buried under the big tree in front of the village and became nourishment for the earth.
Back then, a saint from the Poseidon clan caused trouble here, and was hunted for ten days and ten nights. In the end, he failed to escape from the Demon Realm and died in an unknown place.
Back then, a direct descendant of the Pangu tribe who was about to be crowned a prince caused trouble here. There was no real fight, but he just inspired martial arts on impulse, and as a result, an arm was left behind.
There was another person, it was very early, I forgot who he was, and he tried his best to stimulate his enemies to take action. As a result, both of them had their heads chopped off.
Do you need me to continue? The rules of this village are not simply hung here, they are forged through repeated bloody lessons. Here, eat, drink and rest well, but don’t make trouble."
The anger in Tang Yan's heart was extinguished little by little, his brows furrowed tightly, and he turned to look at Wang Xiang steadily.
"A kind reminder, that's all. If you want to show your respect, come down and have a glass of wine. I'll invite you." Wang Xiang raised his hand as an invitation, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.
"Hmph, that's a bummer. There are always some self-righteous guys who do self-righteous things." Han Zuo in the room snorted coldly, closed his eyes and continued to meditate and recover.
Tang Yan withdrew his gaze and looked at Hanzuo again.
"Have you heard it all? No matter who you are, even Jiuying can't protect you. Now, go wherever you come from. When I regain my strength, I will leave the village, and then we will fight again. This time,
You won't have any more luck."
Tang Yan stared at him coldly for a while, then suddenly took off his mask and walked into the room.
"Yo? You want to take action? You're quite brave." Han Zuo opened his eyes again and laughed happily.
"The fun has just begun, we will wait and see."
"Haha..." Han Zuo raised his head and laughed.
"Bah!" Tang Yan spat out, and it got stuck in Han Zuo's throat.
"Ah, cough, cough, cough." Hanzuo's bloody face turned green on the spot, and he coughed violently. "Thief, I will tear you apart."
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