Then Fang Jian saw an even more surprising scene. After the village chief announced the banquet, the villagers immediately slaughtered all their chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cows and dogs to prepare for the banquet.
The village chief, with a smile on his face, directed the villagers to do various chores: slaughtering animals, washing vegetables, starting fires, and preparing firewood.
Fang Jian asked the village chief, "All the poultry and livestock have been killed. What should we do tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?" The village chief smiled and said, "Just be happy today. Who cares what you do tomorrow? Anyway, I don't know whether you'll live or die tomorrow. What does it have to do with me?"
Fang Jian was slightly startled and looked at the village chief with some surprise.
Not long after, the village banquet was finally held, and the aroma of food filled the air. The village chief enthusiastically pulled Fang Jian to sit at the main table, and then introduced him to all the villagers as the new guest.
The villagers immediately stood up to warmly welcome him and raised their glasses to toast Fang Jian.
Fang Jian picked up the wine glass and took a look. It was just ordinary wine, nothing unusual about it, so Fang Jian drank a glass of wine, but the moment the wine entered his mouth, it was refined by Fang Jian's magic power.
Afterwards, the entire banquet was carried out in a happy and peaceful atmosphere. While drinking with the village chief, Fang Jian carefully observed everyone and enveloped the entire small village with his divine consciousness.
But just when the banquet had been going on for about an incense stick of time, something unexpected happened. The cause was that a child about eight years old accidentally dropped oil stains from the food onto the clothes of a woman sitting next to him when picking up the food.
The woman's face immediately changed. She stood up and slapped the child to the ground, then started cursing at the child.
The child was obviously stunned by the slap, but he fell to the ground and subconsciously chewed the food he had just put in his mouth.
The woman was cursing when a slightly fat woman next to her suddenly stood up, pulled out a pig-killing knife from her waist, and stabbed the woman in the back. The woman stopped cursing and fell to the ground with convulsions. The ground was instantly dyed red with blood.
The fat woman even pulled out her butcher knife and chopped at the woman on the ground again and again, cursing as she chopped, "You damn thing! I won't let you curse my son! I won't let you curse my son!"
But just as the fat woman was chopping vigorously, a strong man suddenly swung an axe and hit her head. The fat woman's head was instantly split open. The strong man looked at the fat woman lying on the ground with her brains splattered and cursed: "You dead pig, how dare you kill my wife!"
The fat woman's husband also rushed over at this time, first kicked the axe out of the strong man's hand, and then wrestled with the strong man and started fighting.
The child looked at the body of the fat woman on the ground and burst into tears. Then he stood up and rushed to the table, grabbed a bowl of chicken, picked up a chicken thigh and stuffed it into his mouth. But before he could chew it for a few bites, the strong man had knocked the child's father to the ground, picked up an axe and chopped off the child's head with one blow.
With a "puff", blood spurted from the child's broken neck, spilling all over the table. The headless body took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
The child's head was placed at an angle on the table, with a chicken leg in his mouth. Blood mixed with the oil stains on the chicken leg flowed all over the table.
The bloody massacre happening right before their eyes had no effect on the rest of the villagers. They only cared about the delicious food in front of them. Everyone began to grab their favorite food and held it in their arms to prevent it from being stained by blood.
As a result, the killing escalated rapidly, and the originally harmonious and peaceful banquet instantly turned into a bloody killing field. Everyone was pouring out their violence on the people around them for their own selfish desires and momentary impulses.
'Puff'
After a slight sound, blood splattered, and a fairy light lit up on Fang Jian's body, dispersing the splashing blood.
'Boom'
An old head fell onto the table, and a pair of bloodshot eyes lay on the table, squinting at Fang Jian.
Fang Jian, who was watching all this indifferently, sighed, slowly poured the wine in the cup in front of the old head, and said slowly: "As expected of the village chief, you are really foresighted. You really don't have to worry about tomorrow."
When Fang Jian put down his wine glass and stood up, the banquet before him was already covered in blood, with corpses scattered everywhere. Fang Jian even saw a young man doing unspeakable things to a headless female corpse...
But what shocked Fang Jian even more was yet to come. After the young man had done that to the headless female corpse, the belly of the headless female corpse suddenly swelled up rapidly, and then a newborn baby was born from under the headless female corpse.
Fang Jian raised his head and looked at the sparsely starry night sky. He finally understood where he was. He stared at the night sky and said in a deep voice, "This is the Demon Realm!"
After saying this, Fang Jian couldn't help but worry about Cen Biqing's safety.
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