After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

The further they walked, the more intense the smell of blood became.

The snow is getting smaller, the sky is overcast, and the snow flakes are flying scattered in the air.

Shen Qiuting walked forward for a while, but suddenly stopped.

It seems that since no one knows when, the bloody smell that has been lingering in the nose has quietly disappeared.

The small woods had come to an end, without the barrier of trees, a clean wasteland appeared in front of Shen Qiuting.

The raised field ridge at the foot should have been a farmland.

Shen Qiuting picked up a branch with dead leaves and used it as a broom to sweep the ground. A hole was broken in the thick snow surface, exposing the withered and yellow plant roots inside.

He looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't tell what kind of plant it was.

Ling'an Town is very close to the ice sheet, so there are not many plants that can grow, let alone crops that can be grown on a large scale.Most of the resident people in the town are monks with a certain level of cultivation, and they don't need to eat daily. It is not surprising that there is such a large field planted in the way of mortals.

Shen Qiuting casually buried the cleaned ground with snow, and when he looked up, he found a person standing not far away, staring at him with a pair of cloudy eyes.

This man was an old man who looked half buried in the ground, his body bent like a crooked shrimp, and he was wearing an animal fur jacket that ordinary people in the Northern Territory often wear.The animal skin jacket is already very old, but the top is patched and patched, but it looks clean and tidy.

Seeing that Shen Qiuting saw him, the old man was not afraid, bent down and picked up something from the ground, put it into the bamboo basket in his hand, and waved to Shen Qiuting tremblingly: "Oh, which family is this from?" The younger generation? Where are you going?"

It looks like a living person, or a mortal without spiritual power.

This old man appeared too strange, even though he didn't seem to be threatening on the surface, Shen Qiuting still didn't take it lightly.He smiled and asked tentatively: "Old man, what is this place?"

The old man looked up at Shen Qiuting with his dead eyes without emotion, as if he was deaf: "There is no one else here, if you want to rest, go home with the old man."

Shen Qiuting heard these words, turned around and left.

He has a problem in his mind to go home with such a sudden person.

He turned around and walked a few steps, his eyes moved slightly, and the spirit sword in his hand was unsheathed to block it to the side.

The sound of metal rubbing against bones sounded, and Shen Qiuting turned his head to see that the withered claws covered with a layer of skin fell to the ground together with the bamboo basket he was holding.

Shen Qiuting turned around and saw the old man behind him at some point.

The palm of his right hand was cut off by Qi Gen, but there was not a drop of blood, only a white bone stubble was exposed.

The old head looked at him as if he couldn't feel the pain, and his old face wrinkled like an orange peel squeezed out a strange smile: "Young man, let's go home with the old man and have a rest. If you go any further, you won't find a kind-hearted person like the old man."

Shen Qiuting looked at the stubble on his severed hand, took two steps back, and drew his sword without hesitation to cut the clothes of the "good-hearted man".

A snow-white skeleton appeared in front of him.

Only the exposed head and hands of the old man were covered with a thin layer of skin, and the rest had no flesh and blood at all.

At any rate, Shen Qiuting has seen many sorcerers in the Demon Realm, but he has never heard of any kind of sorcery that can turn people into such a state.

The old head was irritated by Shen Qiuting's behavior, he pulled the cut skirt with his other intact hand, and said angrily: "You foreigners really don't know what is good or bad! This old man wants to take you home to rest with good intentions. Rest your feet, let it be if you don’t want to, you still have to touch the old man!”

Shen Qiuting was quite shocked by his "hands-on" words, and when he came back to his senses, he was keenly aware of the message in his words: "You mean, there are still foreigners who have been here?"

The old man put down his hand holding the skirt, and smiled strangely: "Yes, they are all in the old man's house right now."

Shen Qiuting changed his face in an instant, and smiled amiably: "If that's the case, then bother the old man."

No matter which unlucky person followed the old man home, he had to go and see.

Seeing that he was willing to go home with him, the old man immediately cheered up, and pointed with his half-cut finger: "The old man's house is over there, just a few steps away."

Shen Qiuting looked in the direction of his finger, only seeing a drowsy mist.

Thick fog suddenly formed around, and the already gloomy sky became even darker.

The old man picked up his bamboo basket and walked briskly on the field ridge, turning his head from time to time to urge the young man behind him to walk faster.

While Shen Qiuting followed the old man at a distance, he looked at the surrounding environment calmly.

The old man walked for a while and stopped in front of a small courtyard.

This small courtyard seemed to appear suddenly in front of the two of them, out of tune with the dark, gloomy and misty surroundings.

As if he heard the movement of people, a few dogs barking came from the yard.

The old man took out the key and opened the lock on the wooden door familiarly. He pushed the door and walked in. He kicked a few dogs that came over and complained: "Go and go! You know how to eat every day. I will raise you. What's the use!"

After being kicked, the dogs flinched back whimpering with their tails between their legs, and stared at Shen Qiuting who came in with the old man with their red eyes, barking a few times from their throats.

Shen Qiuting met the eyes of those dogs, and his back was uncontrollably a little hairy.

He looked back and saw that the door of the room opened by the old man had been silently closed.

He tentatively pushed it with his hand, but he didn't push it away.

Can't get out.

The old man put down the bamboo basket in his hand inflexibly with the only remaining hand, looked up and saw Shen Qiuting's movements, smiled coldly, and remained silent.

When the dogs kicked away by him saw the bamboo basket he put down, they showed greedy looks in their eyes, but they prevented the old man from going forward, and just walked around not far from the bamboo basket.

The old man looked at the dogs with their tails between their legs, and finally showed his kindness. He lifted the lid of the bamboo basket, poured the contents into the basin next to him, and said to the dogs, "Let's eat."

Several dogs immediately rushed up to share the contents of the basin.

Several dogs bit each other while eating, some of the things in the basin rolled out because of their movements, and a part of them rolled right in front of Shen Qiuting.

It was a tattered finger that had been bitten off.

The strange thing is that there are only some miserable white flesh on the fingers, and there is no trace of blood at all.

Shen Qiuting felt a little nauseous, and couldn't help turning her head away.

Seeing Shen Qiuting's actions, the old man was happy, kicked a few dogs again, and greeted warmly: "Come, come, come in quickly."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door.

There are only a few chairs and a table in the room, which looks very ordinary.

It's all here, Shen Qiuting didn't hesitate, and followed the old man in.

The old man poured him a glass of water and put it in front of him, and continued to enthusiastically say, "Come, have a glass of water."

Shen Qiuting watched his skillful movements of serving tea and pouring water, and suddenly thought of someone vaguely in his heart.

He picked up the glass calmly and drank the water in it.

The old man stared at him from the corner of his eye and swallowed the water, he was relieved and said: "Wait a while, this old man is going to cook some dishes."

The little monk looked shrewd, but he didn't expect to be so vigilant.

Since he drank water so easily, it seems that the follow-up preparations will not be needed.

He hunched over, smiled contemptuously, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

"Wait a minute, old man." Shen Qiuting suddenly stopped him, and asked with a smile, "You said earlier that there are other foreigners in your family, why didn't I see them?"

The old man turned his head and laughed twice with a "hehe": "Are you in a hurry? You can't be in a hurry. When the time comes, you will see it naturally."

Shen Qiuting raised his eyebrows, and then smiled: "If that's the case, then I'll just wait."

After a while, Shen Qiuting saw that the old man had walked away, and with a flick of his sleeve on the table, the water he drank just now reappeared on the table.

He stared at the water for a moment, then frowned.

The symptoms of drinking this water... how do I pretend to be good?

The old man pretended to be busy in the kitchen for a while, then walked back again.

Shen Qiuting lay motionless on the table.

The old man checked to see that he was really passed out, and snorted contemptuously.

The carefully educated disciples of these sects are nothing more than that, they are all a bunch of good-looking trash.

They simply don't know how to appreciate real genius.

The old head was thinking of something, and there was a bit of undisguised gloom in his cloudy eyes.

He tied Shen Qiuting with a rope indiscriminately, and dragged him to the door.

Shen Qiuting closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, and let him delay.

The old man dragged him across half of the yard, and suddenly stopped and fiddled for a while, as if he had opened something.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Qiuting felt a strong attack, and he was thrown down without warning.

After landing, he moved his painful body and secretly opened his eyes.

Chinese cabbage and miscellaneous sundries were spread all around, and there was a half-legged table next to it, with a thick layer of dust on it.

It looks like a cellar.

Regardless of what the old man's purpose is, he seems quite down-to-earth.

He looked around, and the old man had already climbed down by stepping on the pedestal on the cellar.

Shen Qiuting immediately closed his eyes again and continued to pretend to be dead.

He felt a gloomy gaze lingering on him for a moment, and then the old man's hoarse voice sounded: "Suck his blood clean for me."

Shen Qiuting immediately raised his vigilance, and secretly cut the rope that bound him with the knife hidden in his hand.

Not long after, there was a sound of dragon rustling.

Shen Qiuting immediately opened his eyes, and jumped onto a half-legged table next to him.

Unknowingly, countless dense blood-red bugs appeared on the cabbage, crawling towards the direction where Shen Qiuting was just now.

He killed most of the blood-sucking insects with a wave of spiritual power, glanced at the old man who was still standing there, squinted his eyes, and called out the old man's name: "Lin Xu?"

The author has something to say: Lin Xu: Unexpected, right?I, Lin Xiaoqiang, are back! (proud jpg)

Qiuqiu: I will let you die tomorrow :)

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