Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

Flea Liu looked very embarrassed now. Although he was not injured, he was frightened at first sight. Of course, the most important thing is that Wu Chong felt a familiar aura from him.

Night demon!

Upon noticing this hint of black energy, Wu Chong's pupils shrank.

He had seen a reminder on the life profile that suddenly appeared before, and knew that this thing would appear in this area to eat people in the near future, but he did not expect that this thing would appear in advance.

Fortunately, it came out.

Wu Chong was a little lucky.

His strength has indeed improved a lot now, and he is already close to a top-grade martial artist.

But when faced with a contaminated monster like the Night Demon, nine out of ten people will end up giving food away.

"A night demon appeared in the village. Old Man Sun and Cripple are both dead." Flea Liu said in fear.

All dead?

The people surrounding Wu Chong looked frightened, and a few looked sad. It seemed that they had relatives in the village.

"Master, what should we do now? Do you want to go back and take a look?"

One of the bandits couldn't help but ask.

"Go back and die?"

Before Wu Chong could speak, Er Mazi took a sip.

This guy is definitely a serious bandit, greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and ruthless. There are several concubines of his in the cottage, and now they are ready to die, and this guy doesn't show any sad expression.

"Get out of here first."

You must escape from areas where night demons are active.

You are not always so lucky, and you don't kill the night demon when you meet him.

With Wu Chong taking the lead, other bandits quickly followed. Even the bandits who had relatives in those villages also chose to flee.

This world is like this, the lives of people at the bottom are as cheap as ants.

Everyone.

All just alive.

Live for the sake of living.

"Master, wait for me, wait for me, I have money and secrets."

The fat man hanging from the tree shouted in terror.

He had just heard the news about Night Demon, so he naturally knew the danger of staying in this area. It's a pity that Wu Chong and the bandits were originally here to deal with him, so naturally they couldn't save him. Besides, keeping this fat man here might buy them some more time to be safe.

Just run if you say so.

There is nothing to worry about.

Wu Chong chose a direction completely opposite to Shanzhai and ran all the way.

He climbed over the mountain and fled for more than ten miles.

The previous sense of urgency finally dissipated, and the spirit of the group of bandits relaxed a little.

"Master, there is a village ahead."

The bandit who explored the road came back and said.

Village!

food!

The eyes of all the bandits lit up.

"lead the way."

Wu Chong said two words.

It was already dusk when a group of people arrived at the village. Such a large group of people, each with their own guy, looked like they were not good people. Fortunately, the mountains were high and the emperor was far away, so no one dared to take care of it. The only powerful pavilion chief was there. Wu Chong and the others ran away before they entered the village, and the remaining villagers looked at them in fear.

"Find a place to have something to eat and deal with it all night. We will continue our journey early tomorrow morning."

After running for so long, Wu Chong was tired. Besides, this mountain road was discovered by bandits from the village, and it was far away from Juyi Village. Logically speaking, it was impossible for the night demon to chase them.

The group of people quickly found an inn, which was also the only place open to the public in the village. Wu Chong and the others had just robbed Wang Yuanwai of a sum of money. Naturally, they were not short of money, so they threw some money away and faced the inn. The shopkeeper said.

"Old man, do you have anything to eat here? Bring it to me quickly."

"Also, arrange some guest rooms for us, we will stay in the hotel."

A group of bandits shouted.

The old man took the money, glanced at Wu Chong and the others, turned around and went to the back room without saying a word, presumably preparing to eat.

Wu Chong and the others didn't take it to heart. It was a rural place, so they could expect good service and food. He found a table and placed the large golden ring knife that Er Mazi had given him as tribute not long ago on the table. The other bandits quickly gathered around and started discussing it.

"Brother, where is our destination? It's not a problem to keep running like this."

"Going further south is the territory of the leader of the Jiang village in Black Wind Mountain. Is the master planning to defect to the leader of the Jiang village?"

"Bah, who is Baldy Jiang? Brother, let me tell you, let's just go over and kill Jiang Bald and steal his Black Wind Village!"

"It's not right, I don't think so."

The bandits are not qualified personnel to begin with, and their discussions are as messy as flies.

"Fill your stomach first!"

Wu Chong became a little impatient and slapped the large golden ring knife on the table twice.

He came to be a bandit just to find a temporary place to stay.

There was no such link in the previous plan. He had never even heard of the Jiang village leader these bandits were discussing. How could he bother to remember the leader of a flea-level force? But now he had to consider these issues.

At least until he finds the traces of the 'Immortal Chief', these subordinates will still be useful to him. Otherwise, if he just relies on him to find out the information, he will probably never meet the 'Immortal Chief' in this life.

As soon as he spoke, his voice instantly silenced the bandits' voices. At this moment, the lantern inside the inn suddenly went out. When I looked outside, I didn't know when it got dark. Without the lantern, it was pitch black outside, and the inn suddenly fell into darkness.

There was no sound at all.

"Then the old man has been in there for so long, why hasn't he brought anything out?"

Wu Chong was startled, and then he remembered that it had been a while since the old shopkeeper came in, but why was there no movement at all?

The bandit next to him hurriedly took out the flint and steel from the bag and lit the spare torch. They were all people doing business without capital, so they still had the necessary items when traveling at night.

"Brother, I see something is wrong with this inn."

Er Mazi was the first to feel something was wrong, and instinctively touched the dagger hanging on his waist. His big ring sword was supplied to Wu Chong, and now this is the only thing left.

Holding the dagger, Er Mazi felt a little relieved.

But I still felt a little uneasy inside.

Wu Chong activated his internal energy and began to look around.

This inn was so quiet. Except for the old innkeeper who greeted them at the beginning, no one else was seen.

Such a big room.

The upper and lower floors were deathly quiet.

This scene is abnormal no matter how you look at it.

"Isn't it a black shop?"

"Don't mind your own business. Let's have a night's rest and leave tomorrow."

Wu Chong also felt the problem. This kind of ancient wild shop was the most dangerous, and it was not uncommon to make human meat buns. During the time Wu Chong came here, he had gone through life and death several times and was accustomed to the rules of this world.

It can be summed up in one word.

chaos!