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In a strict sense, Mia was not killed by me. Given my state at the time and his skills, he could have easily dodged it.
In fact, it was possible that he deliberately ran into the Peach Wood Sword, impaling himself.
The sounds of fighting in the house awakened the small village, which stirred like a beast coming to life, erupting into chaos.
I laid Mia flat on the ground and noticed that he seemed to be clutching something in his hand. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was my Qiankun Bag.
Mia held the Qiankun Bag tightly in his palm. Hearing the commotion outside, I had no choice but to bend each of his fingers back one by one until I could pull the Qiankun Bag free.
Just as I was getting up to leave, a villager kicked open the door. Upon seeing the corpses scattered around, and noticing that both Mia and his grandfather were dead while I stood there holding the Peach Wood Sword stained with blood, their expressions turned hostile.
"Anyone from outside is no good. We warned you not to let outsiders in, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you’re reaping what you’ve sown…" An elderly man with white hair wore a pained expression as he repeatedly struck the ground with his cane.
"Kill him… kill him…"
The villagers raised their farming tools and kitchen knives, shouting as if I had committed some heinous crime against them, eager to beat me to death.
Seeing their stance, I knew that any explanation would be futile. Although these villagers were somewhat ignorant, they hadn’t committed any grave offenses against me.
I couldn’t fight back or argue; with so many of them, I wouldn’t stand a chance in a verbal confrontation either.
It was best for me to slip away quietly while I still could.
The old man, wise with age, saw the look in my eyes and understood my intentions. He raised his cane—just a simple stick—and shouted loudly, "Catch him! Don’t let him escape!"
Like a wave crashing down, the crowd surged toward me.
I jumped up from my spot, grasped the doorframe with both hands, and flipped myself onto the roof. Then I started running along the rooftop.
Seeing this, the people below quickly converged to surround me.
I had no time to discern the direction and simply ran toward a less populated area.
After jumping down from the roof, I was confronted by two individuals wielding wooden sticks. In a swift motion, I took them down effortlessly. Then, taking advantage of the night, I dashed toward the mountains behind the village.
When I glanced back halfway through my escape, I realized no one was pursuing me.
The torches at the foot of the mountain flickered dimly, as if an invisible line kept the villagers at bay.
I let out a sigh of relief and plopped down onto the ground.
Fortunately, having grown up in the mountains, I felt an inexplicable affinity for them. Even on this pitch-black night, I felt no fear whatsoever.
“Shh… shh… shh…”
It sounded like the wind rustling through a bamboo grove, or perhaps like a snake slithering through the grass.
Goosebumps instantly rose all over my body as I sensed a chill breeze sweep past me from behind…
I steadied my breath and slowly turned to look back.
Night—an ink-black night…
Nothing else could be seen; even the chirping of insects had ceased, leaving an eerie silence.
When something is amiss, there must be a reason. I gripped my Ruyi Stick tightly, remaining vigilant as I scanned my surroundings. The shadowy trees seemed to harbor lurking monsters that could leap out at any moment.
Suddenly, I felt a tightness around my ankles as if two hands were emerging from the ground, gripping my legs firmly with great force.
Before I could react, my body was yanked backward with a swift motion, and the shadows of the trees rushed past me.
I attempted to experience what it felt like to use Land Immortal; so this is what it feels like to soar through the air…
The wind howled in my ears.
Inappropriately, I thought to myself, with it being so dark and moving so quickly, please don't let me crash into a tree.
Thud!
My back slammed heavily against a massive rock, and I was dazed for quite some time before I managed to shake my head and regain my senses.
I found myself bound by vines to a large tree. I struggled a few times, but the vines seemed alive; the more I fought, the tighter they became, almost embedding themselves into my flesh.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I shouted into the darkness.
In response, there was nothing but an eerie silence. The vast forest echoed not even a whisper.
Not willing to give up, I called out again. Suddenly, tiny lights began to gather around me, like fireflies flickering in the night.
As the lights multiplied, my vision started to clear.
Before me stood a gigantic ancient tree, its branches blocking out the sun. On its massive trunk was an aged face, the gnarled bark resembling the wrinkled skin of an old man.
Murky eyes glimmered with an eerie green light as it hunched over and emerged from the tree.
It looked as if it had peeled itself away from the trunk.
With disheveled and sparse silver hair, each step it took was shaky, resembling a dying person.
The old woman glanced at me with her eyes raised slightly, her lips moving ever so slightly.
As the light grew brighter, my field of vision expanded significantly. Only then did I realize that what hung down were not just roots; each root's end held a corpse wrapped in a layer of dark brown skin, becoming grotesque in this humid heat.
In such a bizarre situation, however, I found myself unusually calm; after all, at this moment, I had become meat on the chopping block.
"Who are you?" I asked calmly.
After a long pause, the old woman finally spoke, "They all call me Tree Granny..."
Her voice was like a broken gong, slow and labored, each word coming out with effort.
"What do you want with me?" I asked again. No matter who you are, if you let me go, that would be the real deal.
A glimmer of light flashed in Tree Granny's murky green eyes.
"You, not bad."
Was that a compliment? And then what? Tree Granny ignored me and turned to walk into the massive trunk of the tree.
It was as if she was stepping into water, disappearing into the bark.
At that moment, I heard low voices coming from not far away, and I shouted for help.
It was Shan Xia, the old man who intended to kill me, followed by two young men holding torches.
The old man's expression was one of respect mixed with fear. Upon seeing me tied to the tree, he no longer shouted about wanting to kill me; instead, he knelt reverently before the giant tree.
He muttered something I couldn't understand, followed by a series of deep bows. It seemed he was begging for mercy.
"Sss... sss... sss..."
The vines trembled violently as if they had caught a whiff of something enticing, then began to wind their way toward the old man behind me.
"Ah..." Two sharp cries echoed from above.
One of the young men was lifted by the vines and dangled above my head.
Warm liquid suddenly poured down, and the young man above seemed to have scared himself into wetting his pants. I hadn’t even had the chance to be disgusted by the smell of urine on my face.
Then, a warm, metallic-sweet liquid dripped onto my face.
The vines were like mischievous children, tossing people around before slowly strangling them to death.
Under immense pressure, a person's eyes bulged out of their sockets, and their insides spilled from their mouth. The expression was utterly horrifying.
An old man kept bowing his head, muttering something under his breath.
As for me, I was unfortunate; blood mixed with filth covered my entire body…
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