"Thank you, Young Master Qin, for your help to our village this time. I'll toast you a glass."
Qin Cunzhen picked up the wine cup and smiled at Qin Yuesheng enthusiastically.
"Village Chief Peng, you don't have to be so polite. I'm just following orders." Qin Yuesheng picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, and the whole room immediately cheered.
Because Qin Yuesheng helped them solve the problem of the spider demon harming people, the villagers of Pengqiao Village specially set up a banquet table to entertain him. They almost took out the best ingredients in Pengqiao Village, which was considered to be a sign of their respect for Qin Yuesheng.
But Qin Yuesheng knew in his heart that the giant spider could only be considered a monster at best, and was far from being a demon. If there really was a spider demon harming people, Pengqiao Village would never be able to hold out until the government sent people over.
After some drinking and eating, Qin Yuesheng took the initiative to say goodbye and went to the room that the villagers had prepared for him to go to bed.
After experiencing a fight in the morning which was not dangerous but extremely exhausting, Qin Yuesheng, whose strength was close to perfection in external training, felt a little tired. He immediately lay down on the bed and fell asleep. However, as a precaution when going out, he did not choose to fall into a deep sleep, but maintained a hazy state of half asleep and half awake.
Midnight.
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
Qin Yuesheng was lying on the bed, and suddenly a figure flashed outside the window beside the bed.
"I feel so wronged... I feel so wronged..."
A soft voice like a whisper sounded in the room, causing Qin Yuesheng to open his eyes instantly.
"who?"
"I feel so wronged... I feel so wronged..."
The sound was still echoing in the room. Qin Yuesheng pulled out the evil-suppressing knife that he had placed on the bedside and began to look for the source of the sound.
In the end, he was surprised to find that the sound actually came from under his bed.
Qin Yuesheng immediately jumped off the bed, bent down, took out a lighter and shone it into the darkness under the bed.
Suddenly, an old white face was exposed in the flickering firelight. Its skin was like dry bark that had been dried for many years, full of wrinkles and cracks, and there were dense worm holes all over its forehead and cheeks.
"I feel so wronged..." The old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Yuesheng.
"What does it have to do with me?" Qin Yuesheng slashed with his sword and chopped off the man's entire palm.
However, in the blink of an eye, the old man's figure suddenly disappeared from Qin Yuesheng's sight, and there was nothing under the bed.
"Hmm?" Qin Yuesheng frowned slightly and looked around.
After thinking about it, he sat back on the bed cross-legged and began to practice Yang Yuan Gong.
As the saying goes, one should remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances. He was living well last night, but suddenly this strange situation happened tonight. Qin Yuesheng was very sure that the thing must be coming for him, so he would just stay where he was and wait for the other party to appear.
Now it depends on who is more impatient.
There was no candle lit, and the whole room was extremely dark. We had to rely on the bright white light coming in from the window to see anything.
Suddenly, a figure appeared outside the window. He stood outside the window motionless, and his shadow was clearly visible on the window paper.
Qin Yuesheng reached inside his boots and found a flying knife with a thin blade in his hand.
After improving his knife-throwing skills, he asked Cao Zhengchun to find a blacksmith to make him a few portable iron knives, specifically for use with knife-throwing skills.
Originally, Qin Yuesheng improved his flying knife skills to attack distant enemies, but now it came in handy.
call out!
With Qin Yuesheng's clever swing, the entire flying knife shot out at a high speed, piercing through the window paper in one fell swoop and hitting the figure's head accurately.
But a strange thing happened. There was no reaction. The man still stood there, as if nothing had happened.
Qin Yuesheng suddenly felt puzzled. Even if an outer-trained warrior was hit by his flying knife, there would be some noise. Why didn't this person say a word?
So Qin Yuesheng quickly jumped out of bed, walked to the window and opened it. Suddenly, he saw a skinny old man with a dark face, white eyes and fangs appearing in front of him.
The other person was dressed in smelly tattered clothes, with long arms and thin, pointed fingers, looking like a wild beast. On the left side of his cheek was a flying knife.
No blood.
"Zombies?!" Qin Yuesheng slashed directly with his knife.
But the other party was faster than him and immediately grabbed with both hands, trying to capture Qin Yuesheng.
Seeing that this guy was hugging him, Qin Yuesheng used the Lingyan body technique to step away in a very graceful manner, and then chopped the zombie's elbow with a sharp knife.
Qin Yuesheng originally thought that his sword would at least cut off one of the zombie's arms, but who would have thought that the sword would make a clanging sound after colliding with the zombie's arm, and the zombie was only left with a cut.
Grabbing the blade, the zombie wanted to snatch Qin Yuesheng's weapon, but it was not that easy. Qin Yuesheng's strength attribute was not added for nothing.
Qin Yuesheng drew back the Xie-Suppressing Knife and instantly displayed the new sword technique he had learned today - the Collapsing Mountain Knife.
Strands of knife light swept out like a streak of silk. The knife style was fierce and powerful. The zombie was completely unable to resist. After a few slashes, Qin Yuesheng cut off both arms of the zombie. For a while, the zombie became less threatening.
Just when Qin Yuesheng was about to chop off the opponent's waist in one go, a sudden pulling force suddenly grabbed his arm, and it was as if a thousand-pound iron weight was hung on it, and he couldn't swing his knife for a while.
Qin Yuesheng looked back and saw the withered old man who had appeared under the bed before standing behind him. Two gray mists floated out of his hands and tightly bound Qin Yuesheng's arms like ropes. The heavy feeling was brought by these two gray mists.
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