My family is cultivating immortality, I am working on resources in another world

All I saw was dead silence.

The village has lost its former vitality, whether it is the villagers collecting herbs or the naughty children.

They were all gone, and the whole village was dead.

It seemed as if no one had lived there for many years. It was empty and extremely desolate.

If you've never been here.

You might think it has always been like this, but Jiang Ming has visited this place many times.

His familiarity with this place is no less than that of the Jiang Mansion.

Seeing this scene, how could he not understand that something had happened here.

Once upon a time, a group of villagers gathered together to enjoy the hard-earned peaceful time.

Those warm and vivid pictures form a sharp contrast with the present.

Thinking of that past.

He felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Revealing a strong murderous intent, Jiang Ming suppressed the excitement of rushing in and secretly restrained his breath.

Approach forward cautiously.

There are two main reasons for such caution.

One is the worry of capsizing in the ditch.

Be careful. If you are not strong enough and cannot take revenge successfully, you can also leave some room for escape.

If you rush in aggressively without knowing the opponent's strength, you will be walking into danger.

Secondly, it is also to avoid alerting the enemy.

Missed the best time to attack.

Although he had not systematically practiced footwork, Jiang Ming's movements were at least quite agile and did not make much noise.

In the village.

The house was relatively tidy, but there was a lot of blood splattered all around, as if a brutal massacre had taken place.

My heart shuddered.

Jiang Ming squatted down and rubbed his fingers on the blood.

It has been air-dried and looks like it has been there for some time.

Roughly speaking, the accident should have happened within three days.

There were no signs of a fight on the ground.

The situation seemed to be one-sided, and the villagers had no power to resist and were all killed or injured.

Their cultivation is really too low.

Since he hadn't seen the body with his own eyes, Jiang Ming couldn't even infer the murderer's strength.

The warehouse was still full of spiritual medicines and had never been touched.

The attackers didn't seem to be coming for such petty gains.

There was no hatred or resentment, and no conflict of interest. Jiang Ming really couldn't understand it.

Why would you start a massacre?

Take your time examining the scene.

Jiang Ming discovered that there was a big hole in the fence behind the village.

There were scratches from wild animals on the wooden wall.

It seems to be the work of a monster.

Frowning, Jiang Ming compared the claw marks and roughly determined the type of monster.

The claw marks were large and deep, obviously caused by a powerful monster.

The claws are as sharp as knives, yet strong and powerful.

It looks like it's either a tiger demon or a bear demon, and it's not easy to deal with.

The clue ends here.

Even though he was unwilling, Jiang Ming had to give up temporarily.

This is not a detective film.

There is no surveillance and no witnesses here, so it is not easy to find out the truth and find the murderer.

When he arrived at the warehouse, Jiang Ming bought out all the stored elixirs, feeling increasingly unhappy.

Gently activate the Netherworld Demonic Flame.

The blue flames kept swirling around his hands.

The flames are like dancing elves.

He was ready to make a move, ready to start a fire, but he was keenly aware of footsteps coming from not far away.

Accompanied by a cry of surprise.

The people outside seemed to have noticed Jiang Ming's spiritual fluctuations.

I came over with great interest.

His face was quite arrogant, and his tone was a little teasing.

"Hey, is there still a fish that slipped through the net?"

The two men were dressed in black robes and looked sinister. They were not righteous people.

A string of animal bones hung around his neck.

Under the half-open collar was a blood-red skull magic pattern, like a totem from ancient times.

It also looks like a special mark of a sect.

In any case, the two of them looked very vicious.

Seeing this strange look, Jiang Ming immediately realized that the visitor had bad intentions from their conversation.

He even sensed a hint of malice.

These two people were definitely related to the tragic situation here, and their expressions turned cold.

Jiang Ming did not retreat but advanced, facing the enemy without any fear.

In terms of cultivation, he may be slightly inferior.

But whether in terms of the number of trump cards or practical experience, Jiang Ming is far superior to them.

In a life-and-death battle, the two were no match for him.

Although they looked fierce, these two uninvited guests were not reckless.

Seeing that Jiang Ming’s cultivation was not weak.

It can't be easily manipulated, and there is immediately more respect.

He actually took the initiative to strike up a conversation, trying to get close to me in a familiar way.

"Where are you from, fellow Daoist? What brings you here?"

His cold eyes stared directly at the two of them.

Jiang Ming showed no emotion, his expression was natural, and he spoke directly.

"It's not a big deal, we're here to find the killer.

The two of them look unfamiliar. I guess they are not from this village?

Could you tell me where the people in the village have gone?"

After a moment of silence, the two smiled at each other, and their eyes suddenly turned colder when they looked at Jiang Ming.

The atmosphere was freezing.

One of them unconsciously called upon his spiritual power, his eyes flashed with ferocity and power, and it looked like they were about to engage in combat.

They didn't mean to pretend.

He displayed his magic power openly and glanced at Jiang Ming with a sneer in his eyes.

Obviously, he didn't take Jiang Ming seriously.

“To be honest, these villagers are good nutrients. They not only helped my monster beasts break through the realm.

It also greatly increased our power. Your Excellency is asking so many questions, are you trying to see the skills of my two brothers?"

Threatening words were uttered.

Not only did the two men's auras rise steadily, but a layer of protective armor also condensed outside their bodies.

Similar to sword energy, but harder.

Looks extremely difficult.

Weighing the beast-taming bag in their hands, the two brothers looked at Jiang Ming with interest, ready to take action at any time.

A few red flame talismans were thrown out and activated instantly to test the level of the two.

Jiang Ming suddenly became solemn, and flames exploded, hitting the hard armor.

Not even a crack was caused.

This little damage is not even as much as the blood lost by scraping.

The two couldn't hide their smiles and couldn't help but sigh that Jiang Ming was overestimating his own abilities.

I thought the donkey from Guizhou had run out of tricks.

They launched an offensive very decisively, attacking one place together and not giving Jiang Ming any chance to breathe.

Strive to end the battle quickly.

Get back what you left here as soon as possible.

While fighting and retreating, Jiang showed his weakness to the enemy, gradually eliminating the two men's vigilance.

Seeing that Jiang Ming was beginning to retreat, he gradually moved closer to the forest.

I thought he was scared to death.

The two men's attacks became more and more fierce, and they moved violently without paying any attention to resisting the attacks.

There was a sarcastic smile on his face.

Jiang Ming quietly mobilized the Netherworld Demonic Flame and shot it at the eyebrows of the two men at an extremely tricky angle.

The sudden killing move makes it difficult to react.

I didn't care much at first.

But when this faint flame gradually approached.

The two of them finally realized the seriousness of the problem!

Between their eyebrows, the Netherworld Demonic Flame revealed an extremely strong sense of oppression, constantly attacking the spirits of the two.

Although not as sophisticated as illusion.

But it was extremely useful. The flame was like a dog-skin plaster, sticking to the two of them and refusing to let go.

It went straight into the two men's minds, burning their hearts and minds with extreme viciousness.

The suffering Jiang Ming had suffered in the past.

The two of them suffered a lot because of the semicolon.

A piercing pain swirled in my mind, as if someone had ripped my head off.

Even struggling is a luxury.

With a swing of the sword, two ferocious faces fell to the ground with a heavy sound, their eyes full of unwillingness and grief.

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