Chapter 543

After walking into the True Gate.

Wu Xian felt as if he had turned into a drone.

He flew through the canyon, traveled through tunnels, floated above the Earth Temple, finished watching the little story of that family and the Earth Temple, and then drifted all the way down the mountain.

Finally.

He landed in a courtyard of the village at the foot of the mountain, his feet stepping into a pool of blood, and the fresh blood in the pool floated up, forming a line of text.

"Return to the room just now to pass the minor exam."

The blood-red text lingered in mid-air for two seconds before falling back to the ground. Wu Xian turned around, sizing up the surrounding environment.

This was a farmhouse courtyard; one could see some wood and stone carvings in the yard, and red lanterns were still hanging from the eaves.

Around Wu Xian lay more than a dozen corpses, men and women, old and young alike. On the ground were scattered bundles; the previous items had all been ransacked, leaving only miscellaneous goods like clothing thrown all over the floor.

Near the courtyard gate lay an old man.

Wu Xian had just seen this old man in the Earth Temple; he ultimately didn't wait to bring his family back to their homeland, but died on the very day he was supposed to go up the mountain.

If this family hadn't waited for the day the peach blossoms bloomed, perhaps they could have avoided this disaster.

Wu Xian shook his head slightly and sighed.

He had floated over just now, so he knew the route back to the room very clearly. Something was bound to happen along this path, so he walked toward the gate cautiously.

Just then, Wu Xian heard laughter coming from the courtyard. Judging by the voices, it should be the rebels, and there were two of them.

Now Wu Xian was standing at the gate.

If he wanted to escape, he could have escaped before the two appeared.

But Wu Xian thought for a moment; instead of running away, he assumed the charging stance for the Fire-Invading Flying Kick in the direction where these two were about to appear.

Soon.

Two rebels appeared in Wu Xian's field of vision.

These two were wearing black leather military uniforms, with shiny metal studs sewn onto their shoulders, hands, and feet. Their hats were worn crooked, their hair was messy, and they carried rifles on their backs, holding the loot they had snatched from the residence in their hands.

As soon as the two rebels saw Wu Xian, their expressions changed immediately. They dropped the things in their hands and reached for the rifles on their backs, intending to execute Wu Xian on the spot.

But Wu Xian was faster than them!

He flashed in front of the two, his flaming sole kicking one in the chest; the massive impact sent him flying, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The other had just raised his gun when he was whipped in the face by the Blood-Thorn Silk; while being pierced by the sharp thorns and dripping with blood, red flames ignited on his face.

The intense pain made him scream madly, but after only two cries, Wu Xian snatched his rifle and stabbed the bayonet into his throat.

After killing them.

Wu Xian picked up the two rifles and found that this rifle model was very old, requiring a bolt to be pulled for every shot fired, so he simply removed the bayonets to tuck into his belt and threw the rifles into the well in the courtyard.

These two bayonets were the reason Wu Xian attacked the rebels.

The exam Wu Xian was participating in was the True Gate exam; the items he obtained here could be brought to the training center, which meant he could get some weapons and equipment from the rebels! But this type of old-fashioned rifle was useful for killing people but useless against malevolent entities, and carrying it out would be too conspicuous, so Wu Xian only took the bayonets.

"It's just a pity that these two didn't have pistols."

Suddenly.

Wu Xian heard dense footsteps coming from afar, along with a man's rude shouting.

It seemed the brief fight just now had been discovered by the rebels who were burning, killing, and looting in the village.

So Wu Xian stabbed the unconscious rebel twice more to wake him up with pain, and then quickly ran away before the other rebels arrived.

Before long.

Many rebels followed the screams to the courtyard from earlier.

A rebel who looked like an officer grabbed the injured rebel by the collar and shouted, "Damn it, who dares to stir up trouble on my watch? I'm going to skin him alive!"

"He is, he..."

Crackle!

Before the injured rebel could finish speaking, a golden thunderbolt descended from the sky! This lightning strike killed the injured rebel on the spot, and the officer who was grabbing his collar was also electrocuted until he was charred black, his life hanging in the balance.

This was the reason Wu Xian specifically stabbed those two wounds.

Because only by reaching a certain level of damage could the Mark of Resentment be carved!...

After running out of the courtyard.

Wu Xian discovered that there were quite a few rebels in the village. A gunshot rang out in one room, and then a rebel with a scratched face walked out, cursing.

A pockmarked rebel was holding a gun, stabbing each corpse once; this was to prevent anyone from playing dead.

And on a wooden rack, there were villagers who hadn't died yet hanging; a rebel with a whip was lashing the bloody villagers, emitting insane laughter.

Wu Xian, hiding in the shadows.

His cat-like pupils almost shrank into slits.

It was too tragic.

Even more tragic than encountering malevolent entities!

These rebels treated humans even more crazily, more ruthlessly, and more relentlessly than malevolent entities; calling them humans was less accurate than calling them human-shaped malevolent entities.

But Wu Xian didn't intend to do anything to the rebels.

After all.

The original text is watching!

This was just an exam.

The scenarios experienced by every examinee were the same; even if Wu Xian killed all the rebels, it wouldn't change what had already happened.

And he didn't have the ability to kill all the rebels either.

Wu Xian sighed.

No wonder those original residents would break their heads trying to get to Taoyuan City; Taoyuan City might be hell, but the outside world had already become a true hell due to the war.

Wu Xian shook his head and prepared to sneak out of the village.

He had just walked to the side of a pool of blood when blood floated up from the pool, forming a sentence before his eyes.

"The Etiquette Minor Exam officially begins."

The blood-red text fell to the ground, and then the weather changed; the entire sky was covered by thick dark clouds, as if it had changed from noon to evening in an instant, and the thickest part of the dark clouds was right above the Earth Temple.

Whoosh, whoosh...

A bone-chilling cold wind blew down from the mountain; after this gust of wind, it seemed as if something had happened in the village.

The rebel whose face had been scratched by the woman was looking around the devastated village.

"Damn it, what's going on? Thunder and wind; it looks like a heavy rain is coming."

Suddenly.

The scratched-face rebel revealed a smile.

Because he discovered a flash of red behind a stack of firewood.

The scratched-face rebel walked over with his gun raised, only to see a woman squatting there, trembling with her back to him.

"You, turn around and let me see."

The woman continued to tremble, as if she hadn't heard.

The scratched-face rebel cursed angrily and kicked out, but his foot passed right through the woman's body.

Click, click-click...

Accompanied by clicking sounds, the woman's body remained squatting, but her head turned around on its own; this originally delicate face was covered in bruises from being beaten and kicked, and in the center of her nose, there was a gruesome bullet hole.

She was the very woman the scratched-face rebel had just killed!

"Ah, ah ah..."

The scratched-face rebel was so scared his legs went weak, and he kept firing at the woman, but all the bullets passed through the woman's face.

He was dragged bit by bit behind the firewood stack by the woman grabbing his legs, his fingers clawing deep marks into the ground, and then, accompanied by pig-like screams, fragments of clothing stuck with flesh and blood were thrown out bit by bit...

The pockmarked rebel, who was finishing off the corpses on the ground, suddenly felt his feet being grabbed.

He looked back and saw the two corpses he had just stabbed to death were gripping his ankles tightly.

The rebel with the whip lashed the hanging person until they stopped breathing, finally satisfying his perverted desires.

He reached out to wipe the blood from his eyes.

When he took his hand away from near his eye socket, he discovered that the rack, which had originally only held one corpse, suddenly had more than a dozen more corpses on it, and all the corpses' gazes were focused on him!

(End of this chapter)