Lin Xing, who was riding on a horse, sighed in his heart at this moment: "I have encountered so many bandits in the past few days, but not even one of them can kill me. This is the disadvantage of becoming stronger and stronger."

Although as time goes back, Lin Xing knows that his unnecessary memories will become more and more numerous, and even interfere with his original memories.

But about this... he just felt annoyed, but not afraid. On the one hand, it was because the process was still very slow, and on the other hand, he knew that being afraid was useless.

He still plans to continue to make good use of his superpowers, because he knows that only by gaining enough strength can he help him find ways to solve his own problems in this world.

In Lin Xing's opinion, using the flow of time to become stronger is still the most advantageous path.

So at this moment, he is still willing to embrace death, fight life-and-death battles in the time travel, and constantly hone his skills.

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The sound of boiling water gurgling could be heard beside him, and from time to time he could see large pieces of human bones flash by in the surging thick soup.

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So the two decided to rest here for one night and continue their journey tomorrow.

The old man who was cooking soup beside him chuckled and said, "Aren't there three more people staying here today? Once they are all cut up and put into the pot, it will be enough for us to eat for a long time."

The once prosperous village is now desolate.

In a workshop somewhere in Liangjiazhai, a strong fishy smell was emanating from the room.

A large amount of arable land nearby has been abandoned due to lack of manpower.

Deep in the mountains, Liangjiazhai.

Looking at the dwindling fingers, the old man couldn't help licking his lips and said, "This is the last piece of meat."

Late that night, Lin Xing and Jing Shiyu traveled all the way to Liangjiazhai, a village they had finally found where there were still living people and a place for them to rest.

Almost all the people still living in the village are elderly people in their seventies, and there hasn't been a young person to be seen for a long time.

Jing Shiyu looked at the bone in the other person's hand with curiosity and asked, "If you have anything else to rely on, take it out."

…

After a while, the old man brought some pickles and steamed bread. Jing Shiyu asked, "Old man, do you have any wine?"

The old woman said happily, "The drugged food has been given to them. We will start the work when they fall asleep at night."

The last old woman who was delivering food fell to the ground, looking at the corpses all over the ground and Jing Shiyu floating in the air, with fear and despair: "Witch! You witch! You killed so many people, you must die a horrible death!"

"A bunch of old thieves, you're going to eat my flesh?"

After chatting for a few minutes, the old woman left to rest, while Jing Shiyu and Lin Xing started to eat dinner.

Just then, they heard a creaking sound behind them. When they turned around, they found that it was the old woman who delivered the food coming back.

The old man who was cutting the meat licked his lips again, nodded and said, "I heard there were two women. The women were good, and the meat was soft and tender."

The old woman sighed, "The Marshal's land tax is too high. We can't afford to cultivate the land, so we have to leave it uncultivated..."

"You really have no experience in the martial arts world. Can you eat things like this so casually?"

Although the remaining old men looked shocked, they all stood up, picked up the dung forks, hoes, sickles and other farm tools beside them, and rushed towards Jing Shiyu with roars.

Amid the trembling sounds, an old man was seen carefully cutting a piece of dried finger with a kitchen knife.

So the woman hurried out to call for help, and finally there were eight old people sitting at the dining table, their eyes shining green, and they watched hungrily as the old woman distributed a small piece of meat to each of them.

But just as Lin Xing picked up a steamed bread and was about to swallow it, he was stopped by Jing Shiyu.

When they arrived at an old woman's house, Jing Shiyu took out five taels of silver and gave it to the other party, the old woman received them warmly.

Lin Xing asked, "Can't we plant crops in the fields outside?"

Jing Shiyu sighed, seeming to still feel sorry for not having any wine, while Lin Xing asked curiously, "I see there aren't many people in this village?"

Jing Shiyu picked up the steamed bread and pickles and rubbed them together, then licked and took a sip with her tongue.

The old man who was cutting the meat nodded repeatedly: "Call everyone over, let's eat the remaining meat first, so that we can work better after we are full."

Lin Xing's eyes swept over the various human bones, broths, and even heads in the room... He sighed inwardly, "There are so many crazy people in the mirror world. I haven't met many good people along the way."

Lin Xing shook his head to indicate that it was not necessary, while Jing Shiyu looked at the puppet girl with more and more amusement.

Looking at these old men with green eyes and ferocious faces, Jing Shiyu frowned, and with a light sweep of her spiritual power, she blew their heads off one after another.

As soon as she arrived at the guest room, the puppet girl lay down on the bed holding her cat doll and said coldly, "I'm so tired! I'm going to sleep first."

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened with a bang. The old people turned around in shock and saw Jing Shiyu slowly floating in under the sweep of invisible spiritual thoughts, with her long hair fluttering up and down behind her.

His chest seemed to be hit hard by an invisible hammer, and was directly flattened and deformed. Then he spat out a large mouthful of blood mist and fell to the ground.

The old woman smiled bitterly and said, "It's a remote place, where can we get wine? Please make do with it."

Lin Xing, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but frown and advised: "Just beat him to death, don't spread it everywhere."

An old man roared, picked up the hatchet beside him and was about to chop Jing Shiyu, but the next moment he flew out.

Then she spat out, "Sure enough, they added some ingredients."

The old man who was cooking the soup seemed to have a strong desire in his eyes after hearing this: "Give me the breast meat, I just want to eat the fat."

However, although Jing Shiyu said this, the heads of the next few old men did not explode after all. They were just twisted around and then fell to the ground.

The old woman said helplessly: "Alas, the young men have either been dragged off to fight by General Zhao (Zhao Tianlong) or have gone out to find a way out. The only ones left in the village are old folks like us who are waiting to die."

Jing Shiyu snorted and said, "If we don't blow his head off, what if he doesn't die?"

The old woman raised the thing that looked like a thigh bone with a sad smile and screamed, "You all must die! You all must die!"

Jing Shiyu snorted coldly, and the next moment the old woman's head turned 360 degrees, and then she fell to the ground with a bang.

After killing all the old men, Jing Shiyu turned around and left: "Let's go, it's getting late, go to bed quickly so that we can travel tomorrow."

When the two returned to the room, they saw the puppet girl still lying motionless on the bed, as if she was sleeping soundly.

(End of this chapter)