The shaky wooden door could not withstand Chu Mu's push and fell down with a bang.
It was only then that the three of them saw that there was also a nearly dried corpse hanging behind the door.
Only half of the body was left, which prevented Chu Mu from discovering it in advance.
"!" Shunzi was so scared that he almost jumped up.
Chu Mu continued to walk into the village without changing his expression.
"There are thirty-seven long poles in total, with thirty-seven people hanging on them. Including the one behind the door, all the people in the village are here."
Tatar pointed to a half-hanging wooden plaque with four large characters written on it: Thirty-eight Villages.
"Master, were they killed by Gui?" Shunzi was shocked. If his status did not allow it, he would have jumped onto Tatar.
Ta Meng poked a nearby corpse with the hilt of his knife: "All the blood has been drained from its body. Only a strange creature could do that."
"What a sin!" Shunzi's eyes were red. "Since leaving Taiping Town, all I've seen along the way are deserted villages where everyone has been killed and eaten. Now even this fierce bandit den is gone..."
Shunzi's mother was killed by a strange monster after it sucked her blood dry. Now, the scene brought back memories, and he couldn't help but say a few more words: "When will God open his eyes and see?"
Chu Mu glanced at Tatar dimly: "In the eyes of strange creatures, human life is just a supply; in the eyes of gods, human life is like dust."
Taman raised his eyebrows slightly: "Gods have too many things to take care of. How can they have the leisure to care about your trivial affairs in the human world?"
"..." Chu Mu pursed his lips and smiled lightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "You are right."
He walked past the Tartar and headed towards the house at the back of the yard.
Just as he was about to step onto the stone steps, Chu Mu felt a tiny breeze blowing past his ear.
Along with it, there was also a faint smell of blood.
Chu Mu stopped and asked: "Formation?"
An idea came to his mind, Chu Mu's fingers moved, and he quickly pinched a few spells.
"break!"
The maze blocking the way shattered, revealing the true situation.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——
The sound of an attack breaking through the air followed closely behind.
"stop!"
Before Chu Mu could see the scene inside the house clearly, a nervous voice came from inside.
Then, the world started spinning.
He fell into a warm and familiar embrace.
Unlike the Tartars, Fan Ji did not go into battle shirtless; he was still wearing a short sleeveless jacket.
Chu Mu pressed against his chest and sniffed unnaturally: "Hey, I'm almost suffocating."
"I'm sorry..." Fan Ji apologized, but he only relaxed a little, "I missed you so much..."
After two years of speeding up, Fan Ji's voice has lost its youthful immaturity.
Chu Mu raised his head slightly, and what came into his sight was the other person's handsome face.
Mature, sexy, cold and yet full of affection.
Just like the former Lord God.
Just like those eighteen nightmares.
Chu Mu took a deep breath: "Why are you here?"
Fan Ji gestured to the people rushing out from behind: "One of us."
Chu Mu looked back and, as expected, saw a group of strangers carrying weapons.
"Qizhenmen?"
Fan Ji nodded: "Yes——"
"Fan Ji!"
An angry shout interrupted Fan Ji's words.
Tatar was like a murderous black cloud, carrying a knife and rolling down the stairs in an instant.
The Qizhen Sect member behind Fan Ji picked up his weapon again, jumped down the stone steps and started fighting with the Tatar.
Chu Mu noticed that although the moves of this group of disciples were exquisite, their actions were not smooth enough and they would be defeated by Tatars after just two moves.
Tatar was merciless in his attack. When his big knife was about to chop an elder, Fan Ji pulled out a long black whip and snapped Tatar's knife open.
"Ant," Tatar's eyes were filled with venom, "I will take your life today."
The two men quickly fought each other.
Chu Mu did not get involved. He frowned and observed for a while. When he found that neither of them could do anything to the other for the time being, he walked towards the young man who was kicked by the Tartar and was still vomiting blood.
The members of Qizhenmen did not recognize Chu Mu, but they trusted Fan Ji. They had seen how Fan Ji hugged Chu Mu, so even though they were on guard, they did not stop Chu Mu from approaching.
But there was a look of vigilance in everyone's eyes.
"I know medical skills," Chu Mu stated his purpose, "Let me take a look."
Several elders in the crowd looked at each other and made way: "Thank you, young master."
The young man had a pale face, obviously he had been injured before, and was kicked in the wound by Tartar.
When Chu Mu reached out to check, he found that the other person's organs had been broken and he would definitely not survive the night.
The old man on the side had been observing Chu Mu. When he saw his cold and hard expression, a pale look appeared on his face.
"Sir, my son is seriously injured. It's not your fault that he can't be treated."
After hearing the old man's words, the woman who was kneeling on the ground holding the young man began to sob uncontrollably.
I think these three people are a family.
In such a chaotic world where weird things are rampant, it is such a blessing to be able to stay together as a family.
Moreover, when the Tatars attacked just now, this young man rushed forward without hesitation despite being injured.
Now, the couple has no intention of taking their anger out on others.
He is a good person.
A kind and righteous person in troubled times.
Good people shouldn't live long...
Chu Mu felt emotional, and as he opened and closed his eyes, he had made up his mind.
"Hold the man straight."
He simply gave the order.
Even if it means exposing the system power he still has hidden, those who need to be saved should be saved.
Chu Mu half-knelt in front of the seriously injured young man, and quickly shook out several top-notch life-saving talismans, and stuck them on several major acupuncture points of the young man.
His fingers moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he folded out several small paper figures.
Chu Mu placed the small paper figures on the young man's head and shoulders.
"I will take your sins with my own body."
He recited a string of spells, and the three paper figures suddenly began to shake violently, and the yellow talisman paper quickly turned blood-red.
The paper man was trembling, as if suffering great pain.
In contrast, the young man's complexion improved visibly.
“…I will eat your pain and live with you.”
After the last string of spells was uttered, the three paper figures that had turned completely red were burned to ashes.
A miniature red man faintly appeared on the shoulders and forehead of the seriously injured young man.
"Alright." Chu Mu wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose. "I've fused the scapegoat puppet with his three souls. As long as the three souls are still there, he won't die."
“…”
The surroundings were abnormally quiet, and only the sound of the fight between Fan Ji and Tatar not far away reminded him that everything was happening in real life.
"Benefactor!" The woman who was supporting the young man was the first to react. She pushed the young man to the person next to her, and then she knelt on her knees and kowtowed heavily to Chu Mu.
"My benefactor! Please accept my respect."
The old man then knelt down and kowtowed.
Before Chu Mu had time to ask them to get up, the group of Qizhenmen disciples had already knelt on the ground.
At this moment, Lao Ba in the consciousness space suddenly shouted:
{Wow! Mumumumu! I leveled up!}
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