Chapter 260 True Sword Immortal
There was constant wailing in the bamboo building, and as time slowly passed, the painful howls gradually became lower, and finally turned into a whisper and completely dissipated.

The sky was still gloomy, with dark clouds covering the sky and the earth. Although it was still an hour before evening, the vision was already dimming. The night fog unique to the south covered the mountains, forests and rivers, and visibility was extremely low, forcing the villagers who were still working in the fields to return home early.

But in fact, the villagers in Zangke Village have not taken care of the crops in the fields for many days. Everyone is in danger. In this strange weather, they don't even go out. They stay in their houses all day long. They don't have the financial resources to light candles, and they are reluctant to light oil lamps. They are just in a state of panic all day long.

At this time, outside the bamboo building where the wailing had weakened, there was a crowd of people, including men, women, old and young, but there were obviously more women. Especially after hearing the wailing of their own men in the building, many women could not help but cry, hugging their children and covering their mouths and sobbing, looking miserable.

The men standing next to the crowd were also sighing. Some elderly people were squatting farther away with sad faces, looking back at the mountains around them from time to time, their expressions of sorrow becoming even more intense.

The old village chief, who was in his seventies, walked down from the bamboo house. Compared to his hunched and pleading appearance in front of the saint, he was much calmer now. It was obvious that he wanted to serve as the backbone to calm everyone.

As expected, as soon as he came downstairs, the crowd subconsciously came closer and asked questions.

The old village chief did not interrupt the anxious inquiries of these people, but just sat on the stool and pulled his beard, listening to them one by one. Most of the men present were dead or injured. At this critical moment, there was no need to say any high-sounding empty words. The dark clouds that had been pressing on the village for these days were too heavy, and everyone wanted to take a breath.

After a long while, the old village chief rubbed his knees and said, "Most of those who were sent back in time have saved their lives. The Aya inside is indeed the Saint from the Holy Land. We came to our Zangke Village on the way and helped her. The poisonous insects she used are also the authentic poisonous insects inherited from my youth. They cannot be fake. The Saint has personally shown mercy and helped, so everyone should be more or less relieved."

The old village chief was well-informed and was the only educated person in the village. Many years ago, he brought several youngsters to the Ten Thousand Poison Cave to worship and learn witchcraft. His words always carried the most weight in the village. When these words came out, the crowd really quieted down.

However, in this case, there is bound to be a but.

The old village chief pondered for a moment, looked up at the crowd, and calmly called out a few names.

Several women whose names were called walked out anxiously, and two of them who had children with them were already pale.

The old village chief looked at the two children and said calmly, "Your man is dead. Take the body back later and find a good day to bury it."

In fact, those women had already had a premonition that when their men were sent back, they were as thin as mummies. If they were not still breathing a breath, they might have been taken back to prepare for their funeral.

But even so, the two women with children still began to cry bitterly, and the children who did not understand also cried loudly, and there was a lot of noise and confusion.

Everyone in the crowd felt compassion. People in the same village knew each other every day. Even if there were some minor frictions, no one would care about them at this time. Not to mention that these men died to protect the village from the evil spirits in the mountains and forests. They deserved to be called men.

Some women breathed a sigh of relief but also burst into tears.

The old village chief was obviously a man of hard mind. He turned a blind eye to it, waved to the women, and asked them to help the women out of the crowd, and then called on the men present to come forward.

There are about a hundred households in Zangke Village, with a population of around five to six hundred people. Most of the young and strong people who can initiate fights against other villages are here. Except for those who are lying in the building and standing guard outside the village, there are still about a hundred people left, all gathered around the old village chief.

There are several old men sitting around the old village chief, all of whom are like elders. However, they do not have much ability, but they are more knowledgeable than other villagers. Over time, they cooperate with the old village chief to manage the village and become like clan elders.

"I won't say any more."

The old village chief was still rubbing his knees, looking at the dark sky outside. He knew that a heavy rain was about to come, so he shook his head slightly and said, "Those forest demons gathered in the mountains and refused to leave. In just seven days, they killed more than 60 lives in my Zangke Village. If the saint hadn't passed by here today, I'm afraid more than a dozen lives would have been lost. These demons, who have become spirits, obviously regard my Zangke Village as human blood nourishment. I'm afraid they are hiding in a valley at this moment, staring at us covetously..."

He glanced at the crowd, looking at those men in their teens, twenties, thirties or forties. Some were silent, some were resentful, and some were filled with righteous indignation.

After a pause, the old village chief continued, "No matter what those beasts are planning, I have made plans."

The crowd was suddenly excited and listened attentively.

The old village chief's expression remained unchanged. The wrinkles on his face seemed to be able to kill a fly, but his eyes were shrewd. He just looked at everyone and said, "Men over 35 years old, stay and help me resist those beasts. The rest of you, protect the women and children and go south. No matter where you are going, just keep going south."

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly started to speak out. The younger men were furious, their blood boiling, and they patted their chests and shouted loudly. The older men were silent, but no one objected.

The old village chief ignored the young men and just stood up while rubbing his knees. He said calmly, "We in Zangke Village have lived here for more than ten generations. If we count, we moved here when the Heavenly Khan of the Central Plains was still alive. Our bloodline has been passed down for hundreds of years and cannot be cut off here."

A young man couldn't help but say, "Since the Saint is here, why can't we fight those monsters? When has our Zangke Village ever been so aggrieved? If we don't kill those monsters, how can we rebuild the village in the future!"

The old village chief didn't want to pay attention to him at first, and waved his hand to have the man dragged away, but looking at the other indignant young people, he still asked, "You also said that it was a monster, not an ordinary creature. The Saint was just passing by here, and it was not her responsibility to help us get rid of the monster. Besides, the Saint is such a little girl, how many years younger than your daughter? If something happened, how can we be worthy of the Saint's kindness, and who can take the responsibility?"

These words left everyone speechless.

When the saint appeared outside the village before, many people had seen her from afar. Although their faces could not be seen clearly, it did not prevent them from identifying her age. She looked to be only fourteen or fifteen, or even thirteen or fourteen. The monsters in the forest that frequently attacked people moved quickly and fiercely, and their strength was so great that even several adults could not suppress them. The saint could save people, but that did not mean she could defeat those monsters!

The old village chief's words were not meant to be an explanation. After he finished speaking, he ordered people to start dividing the tasks of transferring women and children. The wounded should be the last to leave. As many as possible should leave. They must not become a burden that hinders the migration of the villagers. Finally, he hesitated whether to go upstairs to ask the saint to take care of the migrants.

Although everyone was silent, they were powerless to refute and could only accept their fate. In their hearts, they hated the monster that was hiding somewhere unknown.

But at this time, a girl's voice came from above.

"If you want to leave, go by yourselves. I will not leave. This Saint Lady wants to see what kind of devil dares to be so arrogant in Raojiang!"

The crowd looked up and saw that the saint who was supposed to be in front of the window had already walked down. There was anger in her eyes behind her veil. She ignored the old village chief who rushed over and looked at the crowd with her hands on her waist: "Whoever can find that monster, take me there!"

The old village chief was stunned, while the young people became excited.

This is right!

This is the saint in the mysterious Poison Cave!

The girl with purple hair and silver ornaments was Chi Meng, who was heading north to the Central Plains. After coming out of the Ten Thousand Poison Cave, she did not just rush on her way. Instead, she made what she thought was complete preparations before planning to leave Raojiang, pass through Qianzhong and enter Shuzhong, and then pass through Hanzhong in an unknown place to Guanzhong. Although she didn't know why there were so many "Zhong" in the Central Plains, which was a bit confusing, it did not prevent Chi Meng from being mentally prepared to not give up until she found the Bad Leader.

However, when she walked north from the Cave of Ten Thousand Poisons, everything was peaceful in the first few days. She did not show her identity as a saint in front of others too much, and she would often have a big meal in a village only when she needed to.

But the farther away from the Poison Cave, especially the further north and east one went, the more something seemed wrong. There was a funeral in almost every other village, as if people were dying in every village. Going further north, one discovered that in a village with a population of only a few hundred people, dozens of people had been killed in just a few days.

How could the chivalrous Saint endure this? The Gu King taught her since she was young that Raojiang has always been one, and she should not think that the villages outside can be looked down upon just because of the special nature of the Ten Thousand Poison Cave. Everyone in Raojiang is a subject of the Gu God. As a Saint, she must use Gu magic to protect the weak. In this way, with the strong protecting the weak, Raojiang can become a true paradise.

Chi Meng was still young and had been spoiled, so he naturally would not listen to these things before. But along the way, he became more and more angry. Just now, when he heard that this village was willing to let the old protect the young and continue the bloodline of the village, he was even more furious.

At this time, Chi Meng certainly didn't know that this was her responsibility, but it didn't stop her from wanting to help these poor people, even if it would delay her journey.

Dad is seriously ill, and since no one is taking care of the outside world, she will take care of it!

With the words spoken by the saint herself, the old village chief, no matter how many concerns he had, could do nothing about it. He had to keep the original plan unchanged and regroup the young and strong men. He decided to mobilize all the men in the village who had some martial arts skills to cooperate with the saint early tomorrow morning.

The time to relocate the women and children naturally changed to tomorrow. With the confidence given by the saint, the whole village was calm and ready to kill the monster tomorrow.

But as time turned to night and the fog and darkness completely enveloped the entire village, some young and strong men who were on guard outside the village suddenly lit torches and shouted.

The old village chief had not rested yet. He walked out of the bamboo building directly with a Miao knife in his hand.

A burly middle-aged man wearing rattan armor strode in to report that the monster that had been silent for the whole day had appeared!
Not to mention how the old village chief reacted, a group of young men who were full of energy were shouting and trembling with excitement.

Chi Meng was still calm, but she did not interfere and followed the arrangements of the old village chief.

Everyone in the village knew all the defensive measures, and the old village chief did not interfere much, except to privately instruct Chi Meng that the demons in the mountains moved very quickly and were very bloodthirsty, and that they seemed to be even more powerful than when they were first discovered, and if the situation was dangerous, Chi Meng must go away by herself, and there was no need to stay in the village and be dragged down by them. Chi Meng did not comment, but she did not know whether she heard the screams and shouts from time to time in the night, and she did not look like she was ready to be captured in the daytime. Her eyes behind the veil were serious and she did not take it lightly.

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Zangke Village is not small, but because it is located along the river, it seems particularly scattered. After the disaster, almost everyone retreated to the bamboo building of the old village chief and gathered together to protect themselves.

There were more than forty sets of rattan armor in the village, half of which had been destroyed in the battle a few days ago, but they were patched together and put together for the thirty or so strongest young men to wear. They were not very effective, but could barely resist some damage from the monsters' claws.

In the night, the fog was thick and countless butter torches swayed in the wind, but they could only see a distance of ten feet.

Several shriveled corpses fell in the distance. Chi Meng tightened her face and glanced fiercely at the silent darkness. A dozen big men in rattan armor or holding dung forks and bamboo spears followed her. Only the two most powerful ones were equipped with sharp Miao knives, and they all had goose bumps on their skin due to the cold night wind.

They were the main force, and the others were scattered on the east and west sides of the bamboo building, relying on the bamboo building for defense. The monster came from the mountains in the north and quickly hid after killing several villagers who were on guard.

Doesn't look completely insane.

Chi Meng clenched his fist and stretched out his hand, and several black-shelled ladybugs quickly jumped out, then flapped their wings and flew out at an extremely fast speed, dispersing into the thick fog.

Some young men in the village stared with wide eyes, full of envy.

"Be careful."

Chi Meng closed his eyes, his ears trembling slightly. When he opened his eyes, he said carefully: "There is a monster ten feet ahead. I don't know what it is waiting for."

Everyone was facing a formidable enemy, and several burly men in rattan armor holding hunting bows drew their bows directly and stared at the fog ahead.

But Chi Meng still frowned and asked in confusion: "According to what you said, there should be eight or nine, where are the rest..."

Everyone was thinking about it when they heard Chi Meng suddenly startled: "Not good!"

With one hand she pulled out the wooden flute hanging on her waist and tried her best to play a strange melody, but the black-shelled ladybug, which should have turned back quickly, only flapped two wings and flew back.

Chi Meng's eyes darkened, and he actually stepped forward: "You dare to eat my Gu! Get ready to shoot arrows, I will lure them away!"

The people behind her were shocked, but before they could say anything, they heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the thick fog, approaching quickly from several directions.

Chi Meng frowned, paused, and then suddenly bent backwards. Without any movement, his right hand pulled out a foot-long curved blade from his waist, and swung it forward, and a smelly black blood spurted out instantly.

She rolled over backwards, but the hasty men in rattan armor behind her shot their arrows in time, clearly hitting the abdomen of a tall figure.

There were spots of blood on the ground that flashed into the thick fog. The sound of footsteps was circling in all directions, accompanied by low roars, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Chi Meng stood ready with a knife in hand, his eyes alert, guarding against the remaining monsters that had not yet taken action.

Although she only took a quick glance, she could clearly see the appearance of the so-called monster.

It was also in human form, with skin that appeared dark blue in the firelight, whites of its eyes, and extremely long fingernails. Apart from that, it was no different from an ordinary person, without fangs and without any extraordinary magical powers.

But one thing is that those things were very fast, so fast that they almost hit Chi Meng's face with one claw.

Some of the bloodstains on the ground were very black, different from ordinary human blood. They seemed very much like the blood of a dead person, without any trace of bright red.

Chi Meng paced carefully, listening carefully to the chaotic footsteps in the fog, but one hand was already on the wine-red gourd behind his waist, while at the same time he said to the people behind him: "Slowly retreat and lead them inside."

Near the bamboo building, Zhang had more torches and no corner was spared. The combat conditions were more favorable than outside the village. They were not going to take the initiative to attack but to lure the enemy.

Everyone hurriedly and carefully retreated holding torches. Chi Meng fell behind, keeping his left hand on the small gourd and looking extremely alert.

Suddenly, she turned around and shouted, "Watch out behind you!"

Almost at the same time as she spoke, everyone heard something suddenly smashing a bamboo wall, and then, under the firelight, an extremely tall and dark figure rushed out ferociously, barefoot, walking on the mud as if it were flat ground, but in just a short breath, he had suddenly reduced the distance of ten feet to a moment, with his sharp claws raised high, and directly tore the throat of a man holding a bamboo spear, and then almost following instinct, he grabbed the man's head and sucked hard on the wound on his throat.

At this moment, there were big footsteps behind Chi Meng. Two tall figures stepped on the muddy ground, but suddenly jumped high, used the force to step on the bamboo building next to them, and suddenly flew towards the already panicked crowd.

Chi Meng gritted his teeth in anger, and slapped the small gourd on his waist with his left hand. The gourd suddenly trembled violently, and a ball of black mist automatically emerged from the gourd mouth the next moment, rushing straight towards the figure who was still sucking blood.

The so-called monster was dressed in Nanping country clothes. As soon as it opened its mouth to suck blood, it ignored everything else and ignored the black fog.

However, the black mist flashed by, and his whole body seemed to be pierced by countless silver needles. Black blood kept flowing out from everywhere. Upon closer inspection, he found that the black mist was actually composed of beetles with small wings. The teeth of these beetles were extremely sharp, but when they flew around the monster's neck, the monster suddenly stiffened, and then its head tilted, rolling to the ground.

Chi Meng suddenly relaxed, sweat breaking out on her forehead. She took out the wooden flute from her waist again and tried to control the black mist to fly towards the other figures. At this time, a snow-white little toad jumped out of the gourd and lay on top of her head, motionless, as if protecting her.

However, something unexpected happened.

The headless monster's corpse suddenly trembled the moment it fell to the ground, and then it stood up alive, and then it opened and closed its sharp claws without any aim, sweeping directly towards the nearby living creatures.

And at this moment, the villagers holding knives and forks suddenly discovered that even if they stabbed the monsters' bodies hard, those things did not pose any resistance at all. Apart from bleeding a little, they seemed to have no pain at all, and they were still able to move freely, as bloodthirsty as ever!

Chi Meng's head froze, and then an idea flashed in his mind. However, after being stunned, he stammered.

"It's a Gu... These people have a Gu..."

In the chaos of the battle, or rather, in the one-sided massacre, no one could hear clearly what she said. The headless corpse was even more insane, covered in blood, and moving at an extremely fast speed. With a wave of its hand, it could easily sweep away an adult. It had tremendous strength!
And this is not the end yet. Amid the continuous torches, loud shouts suddenly rang out from a bamboo building in the distance, and a few low roars also sounded there.

Chi Meng's face turned pale, and then he no longer cared about anything. He picked up the toad and bit its tongue, ready to spill blood on it.

In an instant, the sky suddenly brightened.

A flying sword, whose reality was hard to predict, fell from the sky like a chopstick stuck in water, and hit the headless corpse right in the broken neck with a sudden loud bang.

And the dead body was stuck in the ground.

There is a long river of snow-white sword energy that has just passed through the sky and is still lingering in the human world. It has some curves and some straight lines, as if the night sky has suddenly brightened.

The headless corpse trembled violently all over, and tried its best to pull out the long sword with both hands, but it trembled again, as if something in its body was completely chopped into pieces, and its hands loosened and fell down weakly.

However, a figure had already landed on the hilt of the sword and was stepping lightly on it.

The sword body is like frost, and the sword energy is also white rainbow.

That touch of green shirt caught the girl's eyes, causing her to love only evergreen for the rest of her life.

(End of this chapter)