Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 25 25. Don't Force Me!

"He just left?"

Looking at the back of An Le's departure, Wan Yinhua blinked her beautiful eyes, feeling surprised.

Most of the villagers who came into contact with them these days are sticking to them like brown sugar.

I want to talk to them a few more words, to soak up the so-called "immortal energy."

After all, he is a foolish man and woman in the mountains, so it is normal to behave like this.

But on the other hand, An Le actually left directly?

No intention of talking to them at all.

Noticing how the little junior sister looked at him differently, Bai Shanghai's face was really not very good-looking, and he snorted coldly.

"It's just a dull villager, what do you care about him?"

"It's his breath..."

Thinking of the indescribable feeling just now, Bai Shanghai frowned slightly, not hiding his disgust.

"It's weird."

"Why don't you just arrest him and have him interrogated?"

"Shang Hai!"

Tang Lan's eyebrows were raised upright, a little angry.

"No, sister, I was joking."

Bai Shanghai immediately admitted his mistake and apologized with a smile.

The thoughts in my heart didn't change at all.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable biting chill behind him, and the hairs stood up.

It was as if a pair of eyes were staring at him!
"hiss……"

Bai Shanghai's complexion changed slightly, he looked around, but found nothing, and muttered to himself: "It's weird..."

Tang Lan on the side also stared at An Le's back.

Three days ago when she was in the crowd, she vaguely noticed this boy and thought to herself.

"He may... be a good seedling for cultivation."

Tang Lan could see that the young man's temperament was extraordinary.

Not only is there no flattery, but the attitude is neither humble nor overbearing.

When faced with the beauty of the little junior sister, he also looked away in the blink of an eye, not like a simple child in a mountain village.

The only fly in the ointment is.

He seemed a little too cautious.

Although he concealed it very well, it can still be seen that his spirit is very tense and his body is slightly stiff, as if he is afraid that someone will harm him.

Tang Lan thought a little bit.

However, further observations are required.

"Also, where does this sense of abnormality come from?"

******
Feeling the disappearance of the vague eyes behind her, An Le really relaxed.

When he reached the door, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In just a short while, a lot of cold sweat broke out on the back.

Honestly.

The moment he was called out by Bai Shanghai just now.

An Le was already thinking about how he would deal with it if they wanted to do something.

First, he drew out the hunting knife and split open the abdominal cavity of the nearest man.

Tilt your head to avoid blood splashing in your eyes and blocking your vision.

Then he turned around, took two steps to the left, and sealed Wan Yinhua's throat with a knife.

The knife had to be quick, and she couldn't give her time to react.

Finally, I will meet that senior sister Tang Lan...

Of course, An Le just thought about it and simulated it in his brain.

If these practitioners did not force him, it would be impossible for him to do so.

"Oh, it's still too much pressure."

An Le sighed quietly.

It was only after being in contact with Tang Lan and others that he could more clearly understand the gap between practitioners and ordinary people.

In front of them, An Le's whole body seemed to be locked by Qi.

There is a very strong sense of crisis.

The current An Le, compared with the initial sickness and dying, has indeed undergone earth-shaking changes.

Relying on my own efforts and a little help from the panel, I learned some skills.

He also possessed the skills, and officially embarked on the road of cultivating immortals.

But he still wasn't confident enough.

At least, it is far from enough to deal with these immortal cultivators.

He has traveled for less than two months.

Why can the hard work of less than two months compare to the practice of others who started from a young age?

Who knows if they have powerful magic weapons on them?
How many life-saving trump cards are hidden?

"My biggest shortcoming is that I have too little actual combat experience."

An Le took out the hunting knife, stared at the sharp blade, and thought silently.

There have been several fights between him and wild beasts.

But he never really risked his life and fought with people for real, not even once.

——The time with the witch doctor can only be called bullying the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

Not to mention the actual combat against immortal cultivators.

Slowly, an idea popped up in Anle.

"Maybe with the help of deduction..."

"and many more."

While thinking, An Le suddenly noticed that there was a familiar figure missing beside him.

"Where's Little Red?"

Ecstasy gradually emerged in his heart.

"Is this female ghost haunting those cultivators?"

However, An Le was obviously happy too early.

It didn't take long for this thought to arise, a touch of scarlet quietly floated into his line of sight, and the dark eyes stared at him intently, as if telling him silently.

"I'm still here."

Have fun!
******
Dinner time.

An Le and Lin Shanbai sat facing each other in front of the simple wooden table.

An Le stood up, skillfully scooped up another bowl of pheasant soup with a wooden spoon, and finished it in small sips with satisfaction and enjoyment on his face.

What a beautiful thing to drink this soup!
He asked casually, "Uncle Lin, when you were outside the village, did you hear about the Purple Cloud Sect?"

"never heard of that."

Lin Shanbai answered very simply, and his one-eyed glanced thoughtfully at An Le.

"Are you worried about those five people?"

An Le nodded frankly.

Demon cultivators appeared during the deduction process, so can he not be worried?

"They're not going to attack ordinary villagers. If they don't take the initiative to provoke them, they should be fine."

The old Orion obviously didn't take it too seriously.

Suddenly, he sneered again: "These people don't know what will happen to them..."

"Now that you're here, you can't leave."

An Le was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, but he heard the conversation between Tang Lan and the others today, and knew that they hadn't been able to get out of the jungle.

But now listening to Lin Shanbai's words, there is really a secret behind this...?

He also wants to know more secrets.

But Lin Shanbai changed the topic calmly, he looked up at the sky, feeling emotional.

"You need to know that the world outside this village is huge, beyond your imagination."

"Whether it's Ziyunzong, Hongyunzong, Baiyunzong... it's just a drop in the ocean."

Seeing that Lin Bo didn't want to mention it, An Le didn't ask any more, and only took the opportunity to inquire about some outside things while chatting.

Since that unusual brief disappearance.

Lin Shanbai's mentality seems to have relaxed a lot, and he no longer keeps silent on such topics.

While chatting, An Le gradually had a vague understanding of the outside world.

Outside the village, there are not many mortal settlements like Chenjia Village.

Much of the land is unexplored wilderness.

The large and small cities that people live in are controlled by various sects and scattered all over the place. The distance between each city ranges from seven or eight hundred miles to as many as thousands.

There are also many unknown dangerous places and secret places, hiding coveted treasures.

"It's really... so big."

Just imagine the vast world, An Le's mood is stirring.

It didn't calm down until late at night when I lay in bed.

Looking at the dark roof and feeling the slight chill from the woman in red beside her, An Le shook her head, temporarily expelling the fantasy from her mind.

He has a very clear sense of reality.

"But before that, I have to survive."

Having been unable to sleep for a long time, he sat up, mobilized his spiritual energy silently, and prepared to perform two more Zhoutian's spiritual quenching skills.

(End of this chapter)