Why don't you just let us commit suicide? That way it will be executed faster.

Everyone looked at the young man dimly.

"A bunch of idiots!" Seeing that Tang Yu didn't want to talk, the old man stepped forward to explain again: "Tonight is the overall plan of the Dark Alliance. In addition to us, there are groups of people in various directions, including Tang Yu-level masters, who will do their best to attack Jiangbei."

"At that time, all you have to do is fight for your lives, fish in troubled waters, and find a way to rush in and hide."

"Remember! After the next day, there will be a great opportunity at the Jiangbei Netherworld Branch."

"By then, all parties will take action and there will be chaos there."

"And that opportunity could potentially befall any extraordinary person here."

"With your strength, joining the battle is useless. So remember, when the time comes, just hide within a certain range, watch quietly, and try to seize the opportunity. Do you understand?"

After listening to the old man's words.

All the paper-folding craftsmen in the field nodded vigorously, and their faces were obviously excited.

After all, who doesn't want opportunities?

"The organization has put a lot of effort into sending you in this time. If anyone gets that opportunity in the future, they must repay the paper-folding craft!"

The old man said something at last.

Zhou Tanglu turned his head, looked at him with satisfaction, and then looked at the other two Dark Alliance Tanglu.

"That's more like it."

The carpenter nodded.

Granny Wu smiled nonchalantly.

In her opinion, these people are not as good as a pet she casually raises. What use can they be if they can enter Jiangbei?

The key is for these guys to rush in.

Or let your own saint enter, that is the best choice to seize the opportunity!

Just like this, a group of people waited in the center of Tukong Village. As soon as the saint of the Southern Xinjiang Gu tribe arrived, they would start attacking Jiangbei at the agreed time.

pity.

They were expecting an unexpected guest.

A shadow sped past on the road and had already passed Xiejia Village, but Jiang Chen's nose suddenly twitched and he smelled a strong smell of blood.

So he turned back.

Take Lin Youwei with you and head towards this small village.

At the first house at the entrance of the village, he saw a family that had been tragically killed.

"This is an abnormal death. He must have died from the hands of a strange person, or some evil magic!" Lin Youwei lit a piece of talisman paper and took a look at it, and immediately came to a conclusion.

Jiang Chen frowned and came to a child with a crushed head.

"Sister, run, sister, there is a monster..."

The child was completely dead.

He couldn't close his eyes, and his mouth was stiff as he kept repeating the same words.

"Interesting, a resentment in the process of formation."

Jiang Chen thought about it, his golden eyes flashed, and a wisp of Yin energy spurted out and fell into the little boy's mouth.

Soon, its eyes suddenly widened, and then its pupils twitched wildly, its head shook, and its speech speed became faster and faster, as if it had gone mad.

"No, no no no, don't hurt my mom!"

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you moving? Sister, run..."

“Ahhhh!!”

The little boy's body suddenly stood up, his eyes stopped moving, and turned completely pale.

He was like a child who woke up from a nightmare, his eyes full of tears, but his tears also turned into bright red blood.

After seeing Jiang Chen.

He rubbed his eyes.

"Uncle, I just dreamed of a monster."

"Silly child, that was not a dream. Tell your uncle what the monster looks like. Let's go and destroy it, okay?" Jiang Chen picked up the two broken swords on the ground and put them together.

A moment of silent recitation.

The void is burning with fire.

The Broken Sword Residence was repaired and became thicker and more solid.

"Use this sword, do you dare?"

"I'm scared, because... a monster has captured my sister, and Xiaohai wants to save her!" Blood was dripping from the little boy's broken head, and only the whites of his eyes were left in his pupils.

His tone remained firm, like that of a young knight determined to remain true to his ideals.