Thick black smoke filled the sky above the village, and the surrounding area was full of ruins. Flames were burning on the broken wooden houses, making crackling sounds.
There were countless broken limbs on the ground, and bursts of faint wails rang out one after another.
"Buzz..."
In an open space not far away, Zhou Zhilu reluctantly opened his eyes. Feeling the constant tinnitus in his ears, Zhou Zhilu couldn't help shaking his head.
He supported himself with his hands and stood up shakily. His whole body was in tatters and covered in dust, and he stood there helplessly like a piece of burnt charcoal.
After wiping the dust off my face, I could barely see my surroundings.
Through the smoke, Zhou Zhilu seemed to see many figures walking around.
After rubbing his eyes, Zhou Zhilu looked again, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Dozens of strangers in silver robes suddenly appeared in the square from nowhere, each of them holding a dagger or a sharp sword. When they saw someone still struggling to survive on the ground, they would squat down and decisively kill the person!
At this time, someone finally discovered Zhou Zhilu, and several people in silver robes walked towards Zhou Zhilu in an instant.
Run!
Two words flashed through Zhou Zhilu's mind, and he quickly turned around and stumbled to the side.
“Huff…Huff…”
Zhou Zhilu was breathing heavily and kept shuttling back and forth in the narrow roads of the village.
After turning a corner, Zhou Zhilu climbed into the house through a window.
He squatted down and hid under the window.
There were gradually bursts of footsteps being heard outside the window. As the noise passed the window and went away into the distance, Zhou Zhilu was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Why did it become like this?
The previous scene kept appearing in Zhou Zhilu's mind.
I guessed that these people must have known about our coming in advance, so they could take advantage of our strategy and use these people to deceive us...
So what's next? Escape from the village?
Zhou Zhilu immediately shook his head. It would be difficult for him to escape by himself, and there were Yun Li and Fang Xu. He couldn't abandon them!
Zhou Zhilu realized that what was most needed right now was to rescue people. Only by rescuing more survivors could they escape from this place!
After making up his mind, Zhou Zhilu began to plan specific methods.
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Two members of the Ancient Spiritual Cult, wearing silver robes and hoods, were searching the village for any survivors.
"I didn't expect that the famous Fu Ye Si would be so vulnerable." One of them chuckled.
"Hahaha, but we actually figured out how to use the villagers to pull off this plan of catching the tortoise in the jar. We can take credit for this when we get back!"
"This is also the greatness of the ancestors. These villagers simply listened to the voice of the ancestors and threw themselves into the embrace of the ancestors without hesitation. May the ancestors bless you~"
"May the ancestors bless you~"
Just as one of them put his hands on his chest and prayed sincerely, a black hand like a ghost suddenly stretched out from under the window!
He instantly grabbed the silver-robed cultist's neck and quickly sucked him into the window.
The other person was shocked when he saw this. Just as he was about to call for help, he saw a figure climbing out of the window, grabbing the windowsill with one hand to support his body, and kicking hard at him.
With a loud "bang", the believer's head hit the wall and he fainted.
The black shadow was Zhou Zhilu. He quickly stripped the silver robe off the Xianling Sect believer, put it on outside, put on the hood, and covered his dark face.
Then he pretended to be a believer, walked in the village, and gradually approached the square.
However, as luck would have it, just as he crossed an alley, two believers came towards him.
Zhou Zhilu lowered his head and walked forward silently.
"Hey, which group are you in? Why are you alone? Didn't we say we should work in pairs?"
One of them asked.
However, Zhou Zhilu pretended not to hear and his pace became faster and faster.
"Stop! Who are you?" The two believers realized something was wrong and shouted, drawing the long swords at their waists.
At this moment, Zhou Zhilu suddenly accelerated and appeared in front of the two believers in the blink of an eye.
As the hood was blown open by the wind, the two believers only saw a row of big white teeth exposed in a dark face, and couldn't help but wonder, what race is this?
Zhou Zhilu instantly slapped out his palm and hit one of the men in the face. While knocking him down, he grabbed the hilt of the knife in his hand with his left hand.
With a sudden flip outward, accompanied by the sound of the opponent's wrist breaking, Zhou Zhilu easily snatched the long sword.
At this time, another person's long sword was already swinging towards him.
Zhou Zhilu quickly opened the distance between his feet and suddenly bent down. The knife flashed just above his face and hit the wall beside him, splashing countless gravel and dust.
Zhou Zhilu took this opportunity to hold the long sword in reverse and hit the opponent's lower body with the sword handle at high speed.
“Ahhh!!!”
Accompanied by severe pain, the believer could not help but curl up his body, but as soon as he lowered his head, he saw a leg rushing towards him.
"Bang!"
The believer was knocked to the ground in an instant and lost consciousness.
Zhou Zhilu hesitated with the long knife in his hand. His experience in his previous life ultimately prevented him from having the heart to finish off the enemy.
Seeing that more people were chasing him, Zhou Zhilu hurried forward.
In this way, in this village with complicated roads, Zhou Zhilu turned into a phantom and fought a guerrilla war with many followers of the Xianling religion, fully carrying forward the fine traditions of his previous life.
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