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

Zhao Xuan seemed to have run out of patience, and moved his fingers slightly again. Following his movement, his husband, who was hanging in the air, also turned twice, 720 degrees, continuously, at a very fast speed.

His "interrogation" method is not very cruel, but it is enough to deal with villagers who have not seen much of the world.

The husband wanted to vomit, but he held it back and quickly begged for mercy, "I said, I will tell you everything, please spare my life."

Wen Xuan frowned slightly. Out of a premonition of the strange reactions of these two people, he felt that the next content might not be the answer he wanted to know.

However, Zhao Xuan didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the two of them. There was no subtle resistance in Wen Xuan's heart, and he said with an indifferent and calm face, "Say."

"That day your fellow disciples entered the village..." The husband tearfully saw his wife shaking her head and pleading in her eyes, but he closed his eyes and chose to leave with the tray.

Because he was afraid, really afraid, and wanted to trade these answers for his own life.

From this man's mouth, they intermittently learned an answer that Wenxuan had never thought of. These answers gave him for the first time a confused belief in the idea of ​​subduing demons and protecting innocent people.

Zhao Xuan waited for a moment of silence until the other party finished speaking, and then withdrew his spiritual power. The man hanging above suddenly fell down and fell to the ground.

There was a bang, not a small movement, but not fatal.

Because the height was no more than 1.5 meters, and there was still dirt underneath, so he could only lie in bed for seven or eight days at most.

As for Wen Xuan next to him, he had silently clenched the long sword in his hand. There was only the simple word "Wen Xuan" on the silver long sword, and his fingers were repeatedly rubbing the traces of these two words.

Veins appeared faintly on his long white fingers, which showed that he was not as calm in his heart as he showed on his face.

Zhao Xuan stepped forward without thinking, took Wen Xuan's sword-holding hand, forcefully opened Wen Xuan's fingers one by one, and said softly, "Let's go out first."

Wen Xuan's mind was still echoing with the "truth" the man had said before. In addition to his voice, there was also the sound of beeping, like the garbled sound of a sudden loss of signal.

My mind was blank. I seemed to be thinking a lot at this moment, but I seemed to be thinking nothing at all.

Zhao Xuan saw that there were turbulent waves under Wen Xuan's seemingly calm surface. For this reason, he couldn't help but hold Wen Xuan's wrist and lead him out.

The earthen house can also be very cool in the hot summer. In addition to the coolness, the light brought by the small boxy windows that are almost close to the beams is dim and depressing.

At this moment, everything was reflected. Zhao Xuan held the long sword that he took from Wen Xuan in his other hand.

The two of them walked out of the house side by side, although Wen Xuan was in a trance the whole time and seemed out of sorts.

But as soon as Zhao Xuan pulled him out of the room, he stopped and put his hands on Wen Xuan's shoulders, forcing him to turn around and face him, and the two looked at each other.

"Wen Xuan, you should have guessed a long time ago. Human nature is like this, but not everyone is like this." Zhao Xuan didn't want Wen Xuan to become the cold and ruthless person he was later.

Even if the truth of this matter would indeed shock Wen Xuan, it would not make him feel cold all of a sudden.

As the villagers said, the last batch of Yunxiao Sect disciples came here to rid the village of evil spirits, but unexpectedly, they were attacked one after another within half a day of entering the village.

After being tricked, no one was spared, and they all began to "get sick and go crazy."

It's just that everyone's symptoms are different, some hurt others, and some hurt themselves. The villagers are just ordinary people with no power, they don't have the abilities of monks.

Facing a group of possessed and crazy monks, they were helpless. In less than half a cup of tea, half of the people in the village were dead or injured.

At that time, the great fear was like a heavy stone weighing on their hearts, making them breathless and about to collapse.

They are not monks. In front of the monks, they are just cattle and sheep to be slaughtered!

And they don't want to be like cows and sheep without the power to resist. Who doesn't want to live if they can survive?

Even if it means living one more day.

So...forced to have no choice, the whole village discussed it and made a major decision.

They decided to strike first, taking advantage of the fact that night fell and the monks who were trapped in the fog changed their minds. The remaining adults in the village, except for the children who were hidden at home, did not participate...

They all took their hoes, axes and other sharp tools at home, and used the most primitive methods to block the six monks in different places and kill them.

If that was the case, Zhao Xuan wouldn't be able to understand.

After all, people are selfish. They are not monks and do not know how to conquer demons. When they are passive, they naturally want to destroy those who can threaten their lives at all costs.

However, things are far from over here, this is just the beginning.

The villagers were initially afraid of killing the monk.

In addition to the panic of the first murder, there is also...the weirdness in the village has not been eliminated, and the helplessness and despair of being unable to protect themselves even more with their abilities.

When they woke up that night, four families in the village fell into a deep sleep, then went crazy, and finally...killed each other, until the villagers who were still sane took the lead...

The process of killing will go from panic and fear at the beginning, to... getting used to it, numbness, and then... taking the initiative to kill everything they see as a threat.

Except for the very young children, everyone in the village was more or less stained with blood.

And they also discovered a problem at this time. At the gate of a house near the six monks who were besieged and killed, as long as they were stained with the blood of the monks...

Unexpectedly, they have not been affected in any way. While they always have nightmares at night, these families can sleep peacefully without any worries.

After the village chief discovered this problem, he called a meeting with all the adults in the village to discuss whether the monk's blood could resist the fog.

The few families at the gate who had a lot of blood spattered by the monks had the most say. They repeatedly said they could! Because there are no people in the families of those people who went crazy later, not even the people in the family next door...

This speaks volumes.

To this end, the village chief made a decision that others viewed as "appalling and heartbreaking."

They brought back the corpses of the monks who were abandoned in the back mountain and hid them in the cellar of the village chief's house. They queued up to collect blood at the village chief's house every two days...

Then sprinkle the blood at the door of the house to achieve the purpose of ensuring that every family is safe.

As for putting three sticks of incense in every household, that's because... they have a guilty conscience and know that they won't let people go even if they die, and it's not a good idea to still bleed their blood, just to pray for inner comfort.

I'm afraid they never regretted it.