Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Let's go." Zhang Ling stood up.

A Yue also stood up, but her face was pale and her body was still shaking slightly.

"Ayue, are you scared?" Zhang Ling asked.

A Yue nodded, "I... I'm scared..."

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." Zhang Ling said gently.

His eyes were firm and warm, giving A Yue a great sense of security.

Ah Yue looked at Zhang Ling, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart. In this strange and dangerous world, he was like a beacon, illuminating her way forward.

The two walked towards the ancient well. The night was getting darker and darker. There were gusts of cold wind in the woods, making strange humming sounds, as if something was watching them in the dark...

Suddenly, Ah Yue stopped, pointed ahead and said, "Look, what is that?"

Zhang Ling looked in the direction of Ah Yue's finger, and saw a ball of dark green light flickering in the woods not far away...

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Zhang Ling clenched the stick in his hand and looked ahead vigilantly. Ah Yue hid behind him in fear, trembling.

A group of villagers walked out of the woods, holding hoes, sickles and other farm tools in their hands. Their expressions were numb and their eyes were empty, like a group of zombies.

The leader was a tall, fleshy man, who was the village chief that Ah Yue had mentioned. When he saw Zhang Ling and Ah Yue, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Well, you bitch, you're not dead yet!" The village chief glared at A Yue fiercely, his tone full of murderous intent.

A Yue was so frightened that her face turned even paler and she grabbed the corner of Zhang Ling's clothes tightly.

"Village chief, why did you throw her into the well?" Zhang Ling stood in front of A Yue and asked.

The village chief sneered, "She is a cursed person and must be sacrificed to the well god to protect the safety of our village."

"Curse? Well God? This is all nonsense!" Zhang Ling said, "You are ignorant!"

"Ignorance? Boy, what do you know?" The village chief said disdainfully, "This is the rule passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. You are an outsider, so don't interfere here!"

"Rules? I think you are just playing tricks and taking human lives lightly!" Zhang Ling said angrily.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" The village chief roared, raised the hoe in his hand and chopped towards Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling dodged sideways and swept the wooden stick in his hand towards the village chief's legs. The village chief was caught off guard and was hit by the stick, staggering.

"Come on! Catch them!" the village chief roared.

The villagers rushed forward, waving the farm tools in their hands, and attacked Zhang Ling and A Yue.

Zhang Ling protected A Yue behind him, wielding a wooden stick and fighting with the villagers. Although he was unarmed, he managed to fend off the villagers' attacks with some fighting skills from his previous life.

However, the villagers were too numerous and Zhang Ling gradually lost his strength and was covered in wounds. Ah Yue was terrified watching from the sidelines, but she could do nothing.

"My benefactor Zhang Ling, please go away and don't worry about me..." A Yue said crying.

"What nonsense are you talking about! I won't abandon you!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and continued to fight with the villagers.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the well, as if something was about to crawl out. When the villagers heard the sound, they stopped what they were doing and looked towards the well in horror.

I saw the water in the well tumbling, and a black gas gushed out of the well, circling in the air, making a shrill scream.

The black gas gradually condensed into a huge black human-like figure. It had no facial features, only two scarlet eyes, emitting a creepy light.

"The well god...it's the well god..." The villagers fell to their knees, trembling.

The village chief was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, muttering, "Well God, please spare me... Well God, please spare me..."

The black figure let out a deafening roar and then pounced towards Zhang Ling and A Yue.

Zhang Ling's heart trembled, he knew that this was the real enemy!

He pushed Ah Yue away and said, "Run!"

Then, he rushed towards the black figure...

The black figure swung its huge arm and smashed down towards Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling was unable to dodge and was hit by the arm, and his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

He felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart and blood was gushing out of his mouth.

The black figure did not let him go and pounced on him again.

At this critical moment, a golden light fell from the sky and hit the black figure.

The black figure let out a shrill scream, and his body instantly disintegrated, turning into a ball of black gas and disappearing.

Zhang Ling struggled to sit up and looked in the direction where the golden light came from.

I saw an old man in white clothes, with an immortal look, slowly falling from the sky.

The old man looked at Zhang Ling and smiled, "Young man, are you okay?"

Zhang Ling shook his head, "Thank you for saving my life, senior."

The old man waved his hand, "It's just a small favor."

He turned his head and looked at the wellhead, a gleam in his eyes, "I didn't expect that there was a thousand-year-old vengeful spirit hiding here."

"Thousand-year-old vengeful spirit?" Zhang Ling was shocked. "Senior, what on earth is going on?"

The old man sighed, "It's a long story..."

He slowly told a story about a thousand-year-old vengeful spirit...

It turned out that a thousand years ago, a plague broke out in this village, and the villagers fell ill one after another, and there was no medicine to cure them.

A Taoist priest passed by and saw the miserable plight of the villagers. He felt pity for them and cast a spell to seal the source of the plague - a thousand-year-old vengeful spirit - in the well.

The Taoist priest told the villagers that every once in a while, they had to sacrifice a cursed person to the well god in order to suppress the power of the evil spirits and protect the village's safety.

In order to survive, the villagers did as they were told.

However, they did not know that the so-called "Well God" was actually a vengeful spirit that had been sealed for thousands of years.

The so-called "curse" is actually just a lie made up by the village chief in order to control the villagers.

Every once in a while, the village chief would randomly select a villager and sacrifice him to the well god.

And A Yue was the chosen sacrifice this time.

......

"So that's how it is..." After listening to the old man's story, Zhang Ling suddenly understood.

He finally understood that all this was the village chief's doing!

"Senior, I want to kill the village chief and avenge those innocent villagers!" Zhang Ling's eyes were full of anger.

The old man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Young man, when will the cycle of revenge end? Let go of your hatred."

"But..." Zhang Ling wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man.

"I know you are unwilling to accept it, but your current strength is not enough to fight against the village chief." The old man said, "You should recover from your injuries first."

After saying this, the old man turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the night.

Zhang Ling looked at the direction the old man left, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew that the old man was right and that he was no match for the village chief yet.

But he will not give up, he must avenge those innocent villagers!

He must uncover the secrets hidden in this village!

......

The next morning, Zhang Ling woke up and found himself lying in A Yue's home.

A Yue was taking care of him. When she saw him wake up, a happy smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Zhang Ling, you're awake!"

"Ayue..." Zhang Ling looked at Ayue, his heart full of gratitude.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." A Yue said.

"Wait..." Zhang Ling called A Yue, "A Yue, come with me, let's leave this village."

Ah Yue was stunned for a moment, "Leave here? Where to?"

"It doesn't matter where we go, as long as we leave here." Zhang Ling said, "This village is too dangerous."

Ah Yue hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I'll go with you."

......

Zhang Ling and A Yue packed their luggage and left the village.

They don't know that their every move is being monitored by a pair of eyes...

In the village chief's house, the village chief was muttering to a black puppet.

"Master Jingshen, please bless me..."

The puppet's eyes suddenly lit up, emitting a strange light...

Zhang Ling felt dizzy, and when he woke up again, he found himself lying on Ah Yue's bed. The sunlight coming in from the window was a bit dazzling, and he squinted his eyes, trying to adapt to the light. Ah Yue was sitting by the bed, holding a wet towel in her hand, carefully wiping his forehead.

"Are you awake?" When Ah Yue saw him open his eyes, a relieved smile appeared on her face, like a camellia blooming in the morning light, fresh and bright.

"What's happening to me..." Zhang Ling struggled to sit up, but felt a sharp pain in his chest and he couldn't help but gasp.

"Don't move," Ah Yue quickly supported him, "Your injury hasn't healed yet."

Zhang Ling looked down at his chest, blood seeping out from under the bandage. He then remembered what happened last night, and felt a sense of fear. If the old man had not appeared in time, he would have died at the bottom of the well.

"Ayue, thank you." Zhang Ling looked at Ayue, his heart full of gratitude.

Ah Yue smiled slightly, "You saved me, so it's my duty to take care of you."

Zhang Ling looked at Ah Yue's clear eyes, and an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart. This kind girl did not hesitate to lend a helping hand when he was in the most dangerous time.

"Ayue, are you really willing to go with me?" Zhang Ling asked.

A Yue nodded, "Well, I don't want to stay in this village anymore." A trace of fear and disgust flashed in her eyes.

Zhang Ling understood how she felt. In this cursed village, everyone lived in fear, and no one knew who would be the next sacrifice.

"Okay, let's leave here together and go to a place where no one knows us and start our lives anew." Zhang Ling held A Yue's hand with a firm tone.

A faint smile appeared on A Yue's face, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

They simply packed up some luggage and quietly left the village before dawn.

Along the way, they carefully avoided the villagers for fear of being discovered.

"Zhang Ling, where are we going?" A Yue asked.

Zhang Ling shook his head. "I don't know either. I'll just go wherever the hell we go."

They walked along the rugged mountain road for a long time until daybreak, when they finally found a place to rest.

"Let's take a rest here first." Zhang Ling said.

A Yue nodded and found a clean place to sit down.

Zhang Ling took out some dry food and water from his bag and handed them to A Yue.

"Thank you." A Yue took the food and started eating it in small bites.

Zhang Ling looked at Ah Yue, and suddenly a strong desire to protect her surged in his heart. This weak girl needed his protection.

"Ayue, I will protect you from now on and will never let you get hurt again." Zhang Ling said.

A Yue raised her head and looked at Zhang Ling's determined eyes, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.