Quick Wear: When the Villain Holds the Strategy Script

"He eats people! What's in his mouth is human flesh!"

At this time, someone finally saw clearly what Taoist Yang was chewing. Looking at the gap on Jing Jinglong's arm, everyone's hair stood on end and they wanted to run away.

A man-eating monster!

There was indeed a reason why his father was taken away by the messenger!

Jing Jinglong looked at Yang Laodao in horror. Perhaps he was too frightened and had numbed his sense of pain, so he was still able to stand here.

A few days ago, Taoist Yang's son came back and invited Taoist Yang to Tianji Hall again. This was clearly a great honor, but Taoist Yang knelt on the ground with disheveled hair, begging his son not to take him back to that place.

The specific events were unclear. That night, Jing Jinglong was woken up in a daze and saw this scene.

But Taoist Yang was eventually taken away.

Taoist Yang would usually tell fortunes for Jing Jinglong because he gave him free meals. Jing Jinglong was also a kind-hearted person, so he ran over to comfort Taoist Yang the day after he was sent back. Who could have expected that Taoist Yang would suddenly go crazy and bite his arm so hard that he actually tore off a piece of flesh!

Really crazy!

Jing Jinglong knew that although Taoist Yang was eccentric on a daily basis, he had a kind heart, so he was willing to help him. Who could have thought that Taoist Yang would treat him like this!

Taoist Yang leaned against the door, staring blankly at the sky, his cloudy eyes calm.

Suddenly, he started to go crazy again and his expression became agitated.

"They'll kill people! They'll kill people! They'll be thrown into the frying pan!"

However, what he said confused everyone. It was not because they could not understand him, but because in the eyes of these villagers, Taoist Yang was just shouting “Ahhhhhhh”.

They couldn't understand, but Chi Jibai could. He looked at the crazy Yang Laodao and frowned.

"The soul is incomplete? Is this a sorcery..."

Since Taoist Yang's son was the envoy of Tianji Hall, these villagers did not dare to really attack Taoist Yang, and could only confront him two meters away. Taoist Yang suddenly turned his eyes to the crowd, scaring many timid villagers to fall to the ground.

Taoist Yang licked the blood on his lips with his tongue and swallowed all the raw meat in his mouth. Then he stared at everyone fiercely with his bloodshot eyes.

"Yes...you are all ghosts, all ghosts, you all want to harm an old man like me! You all want to harm me!"

He was shouting at the top of his lungs and running towards the villagers, but from the villagers' perspective, it was the crazy Taoist Yang who was rushing towards them, shouting "Ahhh!"

Like deserters who had abandoned their weapons and armor, the villagers dropped their weapons in shock and turned around to run for their lives, fearing that the Taoist sheep would also bite their flesh.

Before Chi Jibai could try to stop him, Taoist Yang suddenly stopped in his tracks, vomited blood, and fell to the ground with a plop, unconscious.

When someone finally plucked up the courage to step forward, they discovered that Taoist Yang was already dead.

But Chi Jibai clearly heard the last words shouted by Yang Laodao -

"Don't trust the messenger!"

What is going on in the Heavenly Palace? What does those crazy words said by Taoist Yang mean?

Chi Jibai still didn't understand, but Shen Yuzhi seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

When he entered the Broken Sword "Wait", a large part of the memories he felt was Jing Jinglong's nagging, most of which were related to this Taoist Yang and his son!

His son is the envoy of Tianji Palace. If his memory serves me correctly, this envoy of Tianji Palace will find Jing Jinglong tomorrow!

Jing Jinglong is Jing Tianlei's ancestor, the one who obtained the broken sword "Wait"!

The death of Taoist Yang made everyone scream in shock. For a moment, they were in a state of panic and looked at the village chief who had rushed over, hoping that he would take charge of the situation.

It doesn’t matter if Taoist Yang died, but if his son in the Heavenly Palace blames him, the entire Cangshui Village will be in trouble!

For a while, no one dared to approach Taoist Yang, for fear that his death would be blamed on them and they would be held accountable by the messengers from the Heavenly Palace.

The bustling village suddenly became silent. People walked away, some dispersed, and everyone closed their doors and windows and were unwilling to come out. It was a complete contrast to the previous lively atmosphere.

Jing Jinglong realized what was happening at this time and wailed, covering his arm. Although a kind-hearted person had just given him a simple bandage, blood was now oozing out of the bandage again and quickly soaking his clothes.

He looked at Taoist Yang lying on his back on the ground in fear, retched a few times, then staggered back to his room and slammed the door shut.

For a moment, Chi Jibai and a corpse were the only ones left on the village road.

Chi Jibai walked to the body of Taoist Yang and waved his hand. A golden light flashed and a fine black gas rose from his body and was collected by Chi Jibai into a thin white glazed bottle.

"That's it."

He murmured, and looked at the body of Taoist Yang hesitantly. He decided to set up a barrier here to prevent the body from being exposed to the sun and being eaten by mosquitoes.

Without going to ask Jing Jinglong questions, Chi Jibai walked straight towards somewhere. Shen Yuzhi was also used to staying in the sword. He looked back and saw that Jing Jinglong's house was opened a little, and an eye timidly looked at Chi Jibai's figure until it disappeared.

Chi Jibai found the temple in Cangshui Village. Temples in various places would enshrine the patron saint of this place, but perhaps because Cangshui Village was too far away from the Heavenly Palace, the patron saint had not appeared for hundreds of years.

Gradually, this place became deserted and overgrown with weeds.

Previously it was Taoist Yang who lived here, but now it is Chi Jibai.

The temple door was half-open, and the mottled stone road was covered with thick moss, like the marks of morning dew and night rain in the mountains. The inscription on the lintel had long been blurred.

Chi Jibai pushed the door open and walked in.

As you step into the temple, you are hit by a damp and moldy smell. The roof is leaking in many places, and the beams and pillars are rotten and crumbling.

Chi Jibai raised his head and stared at the statue in the temple. The painted colors on the statue had long faded and peeled off, revealing the mottled wood. The statue's face could not be seen clearly due to the interlaced shadows.

Others don’t dare to look directly at it, but that doesn’t mean Chi Jibai doesn’t dare to.

He stood there and contemplated it for a long time before using magic to clean up a piece of hay in the temple. He gathered his clothes, sat cross-legged, and adjusted the strength in his body.

The upper world is different from the lower world, and Chi Jibai only now has time to adapt to the spiritual energy here.

It rained that night. Chi Jibai used magic to light the candles in the temple. The faint candlelight illuminated his calm eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Chi Jibai is indeed handsome, with a white dress that is whiter than snow, more beautiful than the banished immortal from the nine heavens, and as handsome as a pine or cypress, unstained by dust.

Chi Jibai sat cross-legged for the entire night, and Shen Yuzhi just looked at him quietly the entire night.