Yan Muhuai's body was stolen by a transmigrator, and he was forced to transmigrate to another world.
During his cultivation, he picked up an obedient disciple, and they relied on each oth...
"Stop!" The village chief noticed he was about to escape, so he stopped what he was doing and walked up to the villagers. "I'm not lying. There really is a secret room back here with a god in it. It was the god who granted me immortality, and I sacrificed the village girls to it. This is the deal between us. Otherwise, how could I have lived so long?"
"But there is nothing behind this. You are just an old liar. I will never believe you again." The villagers wanted to bypass the village chief.
The village chief raised his crutch to hit the villagers, but he was so old that he was only breathing his last breath, and his strength was definitely no match for the villagers who were in their prime.
The villager caught the crutch without much effort and said, "You are old. I don't want to fight with you. I want to leave here. Don't stop me."
Unexpectedly, the village chief suddenly removed the handle of his crutch, revealing a dagger at the other end.
The villager's pupils trembled when he saw this, his mind went blank for a moment, and when he wanted to push the village chief away, it was too late. The village chief's dagger pierced his lungs.
But the villagers still used their last bit of strength to push the village chief to the ground.
At the village chief's age, such a fall would be fatal, but he had an immortality spell on him, which would only make him suffer several times more pain than an ordinary person, but he would not die.
He took a long time to get up and saw that the villager had fallen to the ground, bleeding profusely. He was like a dead fish, opening his mouth with difficulty but unable to breathe.
"You, a piece of trash, want to replace me? Do you know how much I have paid to get to where I am today?" The village chief moved over, pulled out the dagger that was stuck in the villager's abdomen, and then stabbed him again and again.
As the village chief was stabbing the villagers' stomachs until they felt like sieves, a flashlight shone up from under the stairs.
Then a resounding voice rang out: "Captain, upstairs, the other party has weapons in his hands and is committing a crime..."