Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Wen Xuan deeply agreed with the point of view put forward by Zhao Xuan. Although he never said it out loud, he believed in what Zhao Xuan said.

Moreover, the villagers are obviously very afraid of the fog in this village, and their attitude towards them is extremely weird, but they always huddle in the house, as if they are sure that the house will be safer than around them.

Zhao Xuan's observation skills are not inferior to his own, and along the way, the two of them have cooperated with each other...a tacit understanding.

"Go ahead first, they won't come out to see us easily." Wen Xuan glanced at the doors that were opened a crack from time to time to peek at them.

There were people hiding behind these doors, but after they swept past, they quickly closed the doors, as if they were... ferocious beasts that would eat them at any time!

The corners of Zhao Xuan's lips curled up slightly. He had never followed the usual path and had never really followed the rules.

This time in front of Wen Xuan, after having managed to "behave" for so long, I could no longer maintain this facade.

Therefore, facing Wen Xuan's suggestion, he chuckled and said, "They don't want to come out, but we can go in to find them!"

Wen Xuan was startled, perhaps because Zhao Xuan's smile was too seductive, or perhaps because along the way, Zhao Xuan was too gentle to him and would listen to his opinions in everything.

Therefore, he subconsciously thought that Zhao Xuan was just joking!

"Are you serious?" Wen Xuan asked again after being stunned.

Zhao Xuan raised his lips again towards Wen Xuan. The smile that was already half-smiling was even worse than before, and the smile made Wen Xuan shake his mind unconsciously.

A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes suddenly looked at the door behind him. When he looked over, the door, which was still open with a crack, hurriedly closed with a bang.

Wen Xuan was still questioning the authenticity of Zhao Xuan's words, but Zhao Xuan had already turned around, strode over, and kicked him over without saying a word or wasting any time.

The door, which was not very strong in the first place, was kicked hard and unceremoniously by Zhao Xuan. It did not hold up for two seconds, and it was immediately shaky, and then collapsed in an instant.

The people behind didn't have time to react. Seeing the door crumbling, they were about to crush the people hiding behind the door.

The door suddenly exploded and exploded into pieces. Although this sudden situation frightened the person behind the door, his face turned pale, his legs became weak, and he almost collapsed on the ground.

But, fortunately, no one was hurt by the shattered wooden planks of the door. The wooden planks flew to different places in pieces. The people behind the door were lucky not to be implicated.

Wen Xuan was startled by Zhao Xuan's sudden behavior when he disagreed, and stared straight at the back of Zhao Xuan as he strode across the threshold and walked in.

He has a long body, a red dress that flutters in the wind, and is high-spirited. These four words are the most suitable to describe him.

Little did he know that his eyes were sparkling, and the man who couldn't look directly at him became...a savage beast in the eyes of others.

Hiding behind the door were actually a man and a woman. They seemed to be husband and wife. They both looked to be quite old, at least over forty.

It's just that the villagers always look older than the cultivators. Once the cultivators successfully build the foundation, they can stay young and extend their lifespan.

The villagers are just ordinary people, and besides, they work under the scorching sun every day. Their faces are far better than those of their peers from wealthy families who have no fingers in the sun, and they look at least ten years older.

"Ask you a question." Zhao Xuan stared at the two couples with a half-smile, his eyes usually gentle and affectionate when facing Wen Xuan, but now he was so cold and casual, as if this smile was just a habit.

"You'd better tell the truth. If you let me know that there are any lies or concealments..."

He deliberately left half of what he said, leaving the rest to their own imagination.

The smile on Zhao Xuan's lips suddenly faded, he took out his natal sword, pointed it at the wall, and then raised his hand, the sword in his hand flashed like a white light.

Then, the long sword was firmly nailed to the wall, and a big hole was poked in the earthen wall.

When the two couples saw this, before the wife collapsed on the ground, the husband fell down first. His face was pale and trembling. He wanted to say something but was so frightened that he could no longer speak.

The two couples had never seen much of the world in their lives. Everything that happened in the village before was enough to scare their courage. Now Zhao Xuan's move has almost broken their psychological defenses.

A hint of surprise flashed across Wen Xuan's eyes. During the short few days they got along, he always felt that Zhao Xuan had a... very good temper, with a clear distinction between love and hate, like a compassionate and reviled immortal.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xuan would use such tough methods.

Of course, Wen Xuan was not disgusted with Zhao Xuan's behavior, and he watched with cold eyes from beginning to end.

The villagers in this village must know something, but they are unwilling to come out of their houses until the fog dissipates and the threat is lifted. Every household puts incense and sprinkles blood, and their hiding and peeping attitude is even more weird.

Since the kind way cannot get the answer they want, then... he will not interfere with Zhao Xuan's use of other ways to get the answer they want.

"Tell me, where did the last batch of monks who entered the village go?" Zhao Xuan got straight to the point and spoke crisply.

The two couples seemed to have been tapped on their acupoints, their expressions stiffened for a moment, and then they looked up at Zhao Xuan and Zhao Xuan with panicked and frightened eyes, as if they were monsters that could bite people.

Wen Xuan's eyes narrowed, their reactions were... strange, even though as the little girl said before, the last batch of fellow disciples who arrived in the village were unfortunately attacked, and many villagers were injured.

Their reaction shouldn't be... subconscious panic, panic?

Hidden deeper still is a guilty conscience that is difficult to ignore. Is there something else in this that they have not discovered and ignored?

Zhao Xuan's broad-sleeved robe moved slightly as his hand lifted slightly, his posture calm and elegant.

As he suddenly raised his hand, he was kneeling on the ground in front of him. The frightened man lifted his hand out of thin air with an irresistible force and slowly got up...

But when he lowered his head and looked down, he found that he was hanging in the air, still maintaining his previous posture of kneeling on the ground. How could he not be afraid?

He was afraid that if Zhao Xuan suddenly let go or changed his mind, he would fall from the top.

"...They, they are all dead." The instinct of fear made him blurt out.

The wife completely collapsed on the ground, her face pale. Her previous fear of Zhao Xuan had not made her this way, but an answer made her so... abnormal. It was really interesting.

Wen Xuan was already prepared, so after hearing this, he calmly said, "How did they die? Where are they?"

The husband didn't want to say it. No matter how scared he was, his scalp was numb, but his throat seemed to be strangled by invisible hands, and the remaining reason told him.

Once he says it, something more terrible will happen.