Chapter 460: cycle

　　 The old man brought Leng Shiqi into the village. As Leng Shiqi walked and watched, the whole village seemed very peaceful. The villagers in the village are also more hospitable, and they all smile enthusiastically when they see Leng Shiqi.
　　 It’s just that Leng Shiqi always feels weird, because these people’s smiles are full of hypocrisy!
　　 The old man took Leng Shiqi into a black tent that had been set up. There was a round table of more than ten meters in it, and each table was full of people, eating and drinking, laughing and laughing.
　　 The old man said: "It's a coincidence for the guest. There is a wedding banquet this time. If the guests are weak, just sit there."
　　Wedding party?
　　 Leng Shiqi glanced at the old man, this is clearly a funeral, when did it become a wedding?
　　 "Isn't it a wedding feast to get out of the sea of ​​hardship and rise to bliss?" the old man explained.
　　 "Lao Zhang is right!" Leng Shiqi nodded his head, but he didn't take a seat, because under his perception, wherever those people were eating delicious food, it was obviously rancid maggots!
　　 The wine they drank also exudes a strong smell of corpse!
　　 These things, of course you can’t eat or drink cold seventeen.
　　 At this time, the strong man next to him took a bowl of wine and handed it over, "Foreigner, this is the strongest wine in our village, come and taste it."
　　 Before he finished speaking, the strong man poured the bowl of wine directly into Leng Shiqi's mouth, and Leng Shiqi coldly hummed, and an invisible spiritual power radiated out and pushed the strong man away.
　　 But what is strange is that Leng Shiqi has clearly controlled this spiritual power to a very weak level, but the strong man has fallen apart like a paper man!
　　 But the corpse of the strong man did not shed a trace of blood!
　　 The burly man's head that fell to the ground still smiled and said, "What does the guest mean? Is it toasting and not eating fine wine?"
　　At the same time, everyone in the black canopy became quiet, everyone turned and looked at Leng Shiqi with a smile, that kind of smile made people shudder!
　　The old man squinted his eyes and said, "I waited for a good student to entertain the guests, but the guests started killing people. This is your fault."
　　 Everyone who was sitting around came around with a bowl of wine. They still had a warm smile and said, "Guests, come to have a drink."
　　 "Drink a bowl."
　　 "You are welcome."
　　 is like the sound of magic sound lingering in Leng Shiqi's ears, directly infiltrating into his heart, making his state of mind unconsciously, with a hint of extremely irritable.
　　 "Huh!" Leng Shiqi snorted softly: "Pretend to be a god!"
　　 Immediately, the spiritual power of his whole body exploded, like an invisible vortex swept out! The entire black awning was lifted off in an instant, and everyone around was torn apart!
　　 What's even more strange is that this time everyone was blood splattered like real people, stumped limbs were flying around, and scarlet blood was splashed on Leng Shiqi's face.
　　The feeling of fishy heat is so real, as if he killed hundreds of innocent lives in an instant.
　　 Leng Shiqi wiped the blood on his face in a daze, an unspeakable emotion emerged in his heart.
　　 Actually, there are not a few people who have died in the hands of Leng Shiqi, but all he killed were spiritual practitioners, and they were killed for survival and profit.
　　 He has never killed ordinary people!
　　 He has always regarded killing as a means, not a bloodthirsty person.
　　 The scene in front of him is like on earth, but it makes him feel so real, and it touches the murderous heart in his heart.
　　 Just when the people around here were dead, Leng Shiqi felt that a flower was in front of him, and he was standing at the head of the village again!
　　 There was a funeral team coming out. The leader was the expressionless middle-aged man, and at the end of the line was the kind-looking old man.
How is this going?
　　 At this moment, Leng Shiqi didn't know why he came back here or how he recovered.
　　 It is even less clear how the old man came back to life!
　　 Although he knows that these should be fake, most likely it is illusion, but his eyes and feelings tell himself that these are all real!
　　 The old man walked to Leng Shiqi's side and said: "The guests should come from afar, it is better to enter the village to rest for a while."
　　 Everything is the same as what Leng Shiqi had experienced before, and even what the old man said was exactly the same!
　　 "What is it?!" Leng Shiqi was very upset in his heart, and he pointed it into a sword, and instantly swung out hundreds of Sanjue Sword Qi covering the whole village.
　　 The ice and blue Sanjue Sword Qi is everywhere, constantly strangling everyone here. In just a dozen breaths, the whole village has become a dead village!
　　 What Leng Shiqi did not know was that his eyes had started to flush slightly!
　　 But the next moment, the village recovered again, and a group of people walked out of the village in a funeral. Leng Shiqi's killing intent increased sharply, and the blood gleamed in his eyes, but suddenly he pinched the flower print, and the faint Buddha light suddenly appeared to suppress the killing intent in his heart.
　　 "Huh!" Leng Shiqi exhaled heavily. He just shot and killed the villagers in the whole village. These were all ‘ordinary people’ without the power to restrain chickens.
　　 Although he knew that these were not ordinary people, the touch was extremely real, and he almost made him indulge in endless killing, becoming a lunatic who only knew killing!
　　 Fortunately, his own willpower is strong, and the secret technique of Buddhism that specializes in suppressing evil thoughts such as Nianhuayin, he woke up just when he was about to become enchanted.
　　 He couldn't help but secretly said: "It's really some way!"
　　 In this chaotic area, the eyes and the power of sensing can no longer be believed, but it has become a channel for him to get into trouble!
　　 Then Leng Shiqi simply closed his eyes~EbookFREE.me~ and withdrew all the perception, then the old man walked over again, still saying the same thing when he was hungry.
　　 This time Leng Shiqi also smiled and said: "Okay, the younger generation has been on the road for a long time and I am really tired. If the old man is convenient, the younger generation would like to borrow here for another night."
　　 There was a pause in the smile on the old man's face, and then Leng Shiqi was brought to the black canopy. The strong man once again brought a bowl of wine full of corpse smell and handed it over.
　　 This time Leng Shiqi did not make a move, but rather suffocated the bowl of wine with a very bold sip. The stench and disgusting smell immediately filled his nose and mouth, making him nauseous.
　　 But Leng Shimien did not change the color, but praised: "Good wine, good wine! One more bowl!"
　　 The smiles on the faces of the old man and the strong man stiffened a bit, and immediately returned to normal. The strong man directly lifted a jar of wine and shouted: "The guests are really refreshing. Today, I must turn this jar of wine!"
　　 "Come, come, get drunk, Fang Xiu!" Leng Shiqi rolled up his sleeves and started eating and drinking with a table of people. He just smiled and ate the rotten food and corpse water.
　　 After a while, a four or five-year-old boy wearing a red bellyband came up and down.
　　 Leng Shiqi's eyes flashed a trace of light, and he secretly said: "It's finally here!"
　　
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