Chapter 43

The small village looked very dilapidated, almost all thatched huts, giving people a feeling of antiquity and desolation.

The whole village was filled with a dead atmosphere, and there was no one on the road. Low haystacks, ancient windlasses, and old wells beside them,

all revealed a sense of the vicissitudes of time. Su Yuanshan noticed that under an old willow tree at the entrance of the village, someone seemed to be meditating. However, when he walked closer,

he realized that the person had been dead for a long time. Looking at the attire, it seemed to be a practitioner of the Dao. His whisk was broken, his hair bun was stained with blood, and there was a depression on the back of his head, clearly caused by a heavy object.

The old practitioner was clearly very painful when he left, and his expression was somewhat distorted. Xia Buqian's mood became even heavier when he saw this scene. Su Yuanshan's expression was somewhat heavy.

This old man was clearly a practitioner with high cultivation, but he didn't know why he died unexpectedly under this old willow tree. The little white fox followed behind Su Yuanshan, also appearing somewhat uneasy. Su Yuanshan gently stretched out his hand to close the old Daoist's eyes and said faintly.

"Let's go, let's go into the village to see what happened?" He vaguely felt that this matter seemed to be inseparable from the centipede demon, but he couldn't be sure.

Su Yuanshan took Xia Buqian and the little white fox and continued to walk forward. Soon, he saw the corpse of a black dog, but the black dog died miserably, its body covered in blood holes, and vaguely, something seemed to be wriggling?

Su Yuanshan leaned closer and saw several small black centipedes crawling out of the black dog's corpse.

This scene made Xia Buqian look terrified and couldn't help but remind: "Prefecture Lord, be careful, they seem to be demons!" There is demonic Qi! How could Su Yuanshan not feel it?

It's just that the demonic Qi emitted by these small centipedes was very faint and posed no threat to him, so he was too lazy to pay attention. He just flicked his sleeves, and a burst of spiritual Qi suddenly burst out, and instantly those few centipedes died stiffly.

Su Yuanshan looked at the black dog. It clearly died with eyes wide open. At this time, Xia Buqian beside him said: "Prefecture Lord, please look, this black dog doesn't seem to be an ordinary dog, but a demon, and its cultivation is not low, but I don't know why its demon core was taken away. That's why it died here."

Looking at the black dog's corpse, the little white fox was clearly even more uneasy. Whether it was the practitioner under the willow tree or this black dog demon, their cultivation seemed not low, but without exception, they all suffered a poisonous hand. So who was the murderer who killed them? But no matter who the murderer was, it was definitely a terrible guy.

Su Yuanshan stood up slowly, his gaze falling on a small courtyard not far away. This small courtyard was surrounded by wooden fences, and the firewood doors woven from various branches looked somewhat dilapidated.

He took Xia Buqian and the little white fox, walked into the courtyard, and pushed open the door.

However, this dilapidated door could not block the corpse odor inside. Only saw the corpses of a man and an old woman lying quietly by the bed, their bodies covered with black centipedes, making people shudder. The pungent corpse odor permeated the air, making it unbearable.

Su Yuanshan didn't approach rashly but turned and said: "Let's go outside and see." He crossed the threshold, walked outside the door, and came to the courtyard.

The corner was piled with firewood, beside the courtyard wall were sorghum stalks, and beside it was a grape trellis.

Purple grapes hung all over the branches.

Under the grape trellis was an old well, the mouth of the well was covered with moss, and there was a severely worn windlass and wooden handle.

Su Yuanshan glanced at the old well and was about to leave when his heart suddenly stirred. He walked to the well and gently flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a wisp of green smoke emerged from the well.

In the green smoke, a kind old man who was almost transparent gradually condensed into shape, but only the upper body.

When this old man saw Su Yuanshan, he was moved to tears, bowed deeply, and said.

"Small god, pays respects to the Prefecture Lord."

Before Su Yuanshan could speak, Xia Buqian beside him asked in surprise.

"Aren't you the Well God of Liu Sang Village? How did you become like this? What on earth happened here?"

In fact, Su Yuanshan had already seen that this was just a trace of resentment left by the Well God, and his main body had long since vanished into thin air.

It was clear that something terrible had happened to him.

Sure enough, seeing the Well God sigh, he seemed bitter.

He spoke slowly.

"Just a few days ago, a group of demonic people came to Liu Sang Village. The leader was a black-faced man. The small god only found out later that he was a centipede that had attained enlightenment.

He was powerful, and when he used his demonic arts, the sky was filled with flying centipedes and poisonous insects, simply pervasive.

All the villagers of Liu Sang Village suffered his poisonous hand, and none were spared. Even the small god and the Land Deity, as well as a black dog demon nearby, were all unable to escape and were attacked by him.

At best, he sucked their blood and souls, and at worst, he directly beat them until their souls flew away.

The small god escaped into the well in the last second before turning into 'Zhen,' and barely retained a trace of resentment, just waiting for the superior official to come and report the truth."

Su Yuanshan's brows rose upon hearing this, and he said softly.

"Hmm, I have already understood your encounter. Don't worry, this Prefecture Lord will definitely not let you die in vain.

Tell me, do you have any useful information?"

As he spoke, a breeze blew, and the Well God's green smoke-condensed body swayed a few times, seeming to become even thinner.

Only heard him say sadly and angrily.

"I learned from those demonic people that this centipede demon seems to have a great background.

He is a blood slave personally cultivated by the White-Browed Demon King, and they have already become one, which can be said to be one loss, one loss, one glory, one glory.

According to the small god, the White-Browed Demon King cultivated a total of three blood slaves, and this centipede demon is one of them.

I heard that this White-Browed Demon King has great supernatural powers. These three new blood slaves are extremely important to him. It is said that as long as these three blood slaves are there, no matter how much damage the White-Browed Demon King suffers, he can be resurrected infinitely and live forever.

It is no exaggeration to say that they are the clones of the White-Browed Demon King.

No one knows where the White-Browed Demon King learned this evil slave-storing demonic art. Compared to the guy who taught him, he is either a great traitor or a great evil person.

It is precisely because he has the White-Browed Demon King as his backer that the centipede demon acts unscrupulously, harming living beings everywhere and satisfying his own desires.

The number of ghosts, gods, demons, and humans who died at their hands is not small.

It is precisely because they are powerful that they have succeeded repeatedly.

It is said that this Liu Sang Village suffered a disaster of extermination because this centipede demon wanted to refine a blood bead to offer to the White-Browed Demon King as a birthday gift.

This centipede demon's demonic art is very evil, and its practical benefits are powerful. I and some small gods nearby were tricked without knowing it, and had to let him slaughter us.

So the Prefecture Lord must be careful, don't underestimate him. The small god's time is running out, and I can only say this much.

I hope the Prefecture Lord can avenge the small god and these innocent souls of Liu Sang Village..." The Well God's voice gradually weakened, his figure gradually faded, and finally dissipated into nothingness, as if he had never existed between heaven and earth.