Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

Donghuang Taiyi said gratefully, "I have benefited greatly from Prime Minister Li's thoughtful consideration. I hope to receive more guidance from Prime Minister Li in the future."

Just as Li Si and Donghuang Taiyi were discussing strategies for governing the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, Tathagata in the Chaos Space had already cultivated his demonic arts to the third level, greatly increasing his strength and enabling him to generate a large number of blood demons.

The fire of hatred in his heart burned even more fiercely, and he decided to give Xian Qin a heavy blow.

"Burning Lamp, open a passage in the teleportation array. I will send twenty Blood Demons into the mortal realm to wreak havoc and let the Immortal Qin taste my power!" Tathagata's voice was filled with sinister intent and anger.

Dipankara Buddha was startled, but he dared not disobey the Tathagata's command and could only helplessly say, "Yes, Buddha."

Soon, the teleportation array was activated, and twenty blood demons flew towards the human world like black lightning.

A strange light flashed, and the Blood Demon transformed into a drop of blood, escaping from the chaotic space.

At this moment, in a field, a hardworking old farmer finished his day's work.

As the sun sets, its afterglow spills across the earth, draping the entire world in a golden veil.

After finishing his work in the field, the old farmer felt extremely thirsty. He took out his water bowl from a simple bundle by the field. The bowl contained the water he had brought that morning. After a day's work, the water was a little murky, but in this tired moment, it was undoubtedly the most precious thing to him.

The drop of blood that the Blood Demon had transformed into seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, and happened to fall into the old farmer's water bowl.

A drop of blood fell into the water and instantly spread, turning the water slightly red.

However, under the strong rays of the setting sun, this unusual feature was not so obvious.

The old farmer was completely unaware of what was happening; he was only thinking about quenching his thirst as quickly as possible, so he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment that drop of blood entered the old farmer's body, an unprecedented pain erupted from the depths of his soul.

The old farmer's eyes widened, his face contorted with pain as he crashed to the ground, rolling down onto the rice seedlings he had painstakingly planted, crushing them under his weight.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his body trembling uncontrollably, and he let out painful roars.

The power of the blood demon was like countless cold insects, rampaging and gnawing through the depths of his soul.

The old farmer's consciousness gradually became blurred under the impact of this powerful force.

The world before his eyes began to distort; the afterglow of the setting sun was no longer warm, but instead turned icy cold.

His screams carried far, but the surrounding area was all fields, and no one was following him in the other field. No matter how much he screamed or how much they tried to appease him, no one could hear him.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but his struggles gradually became powerless, and his consciousness was completely overwhelmed by the power of the Blood Demon. The Blood Demon successfully took over his soul.

The old farmer, possessed by the Blood Demon, now had his originally cloudy eyes flashing with an eerie red light. His body no longer trembled in pain, but instead became stiff and strange.

He slowly stood up, his body covered in mud, looking extremely miserable.

He got up and twisted his body, making a strange crackling sound from his joints.

The way he walks is like he's just learning to walk; he's awkward and doesn't look natural at all.

Then, relying on the memories he had absorbed, he began to walk step by step toward home.

With each step he took, his body seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, his movements mechanical and twisted.

But as I walked more and more, things gradually returned to normal.

However, this body is in terrible condition; it's already in its seventies, and it's already quite remarkable that it's still alive.

The old farmer's home was a simple courtyard, with a few dilapidated thatched huts that looked particularly desolate in the setting sun.

He walked into the courtyard, the door slamming shut. From inside came his wife's weak voice: "Old man, you're back. Wash your face." His wife, due to her physical limitations, had been bedridden for many years, but she waited for the old farmer to return every day.

The Blood Demon, controlling the old farmer's body, slowly walked into the house.

His gaze fell on his wife lying in bed, and his once kind eyes now turned cold and greedy.

When the old farmer came in, his wife smiled slightly, but when she saw the look in his eyes, she immediately felt something was wrong.

She struggled to sit up and asked with great concern, "Old man, what... what happened to you? You look terrible, and you're covered in mud. Did you fall in the field?"

The Blood Demon did not answer, but simply moved closer to the bedside step by step.

His face was expressionless, except for his eyes, which glowed red as if they were about to devour everything in front of him.

When he reached the bedside, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his wife's neck tightly with both hands.

The old man's eyes widened, and he struggled desperately with both hands, trying to pry the Blood Demon's hands off.

Her mouth was wide open, as if she wanted to call for help, but she could only make weak "woo-woo" sounds.

The old woman's wife looked at her husband, whose eyes were red and swollen, and could only look at him hopelessly, knowing that he had been possessed by evil spirits.

There was no pity on the Blood Demon's face; the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a sinister smile.

He increased the pressure on his hands, and his wife's struggles became weaker and weaker, and her eyes gradually lost their light.

Just as his wife was about to breathe her last, the Blood Demon suddenly lowered its head, opened its mouth, and bit down hard on his wife's neck.

Blood gushed from his wife's neck and flowed into the Blood Demon's mouth.

The Blood Demon sucked greedily, making gurgling sounds in its throat.

A satisfied expression appeared on his face, as if he were enjoying the most delicious food in the world.

As blood continued to flow, the Blood Demon's power seemed to increase, and his body began to change.

Her previously dry skin became rosy and radiant, and the wrinkles on her face gradually disappeared, making her look more than ten years younger instantly.

The Blood Demon, having drunk its fill of blood, slowly raised its head. A trace of blood still clung to the corner of its mouth, making it appear particularly terrifying in the setting sun.

He let out a series of "giggle" laughs, a sharp and eerie laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

Then, the Blood Demon picked up the scythe from inside the house, walked out of the house with eerie steps, and headed towards the neighbor's house.

The neighbor's door was open, and the Blood Demon walked right in.

The neighboring family was having dinner when they saw the old farmer come in, and they all looked surprised.

"Brother, what are you doing..." Before the neighbor could finish speaking, the Blood Demon charged forward, brandishing his scythe.

His movements were swift and fierce, the sickle slicing through the air with a whooshing sound.

The neighbors didn't even have time to react before they were hacked to the ground by the Blood Demon.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the screams of the neighbors echoed inside the house.

The Blood Demon swung his scythe wildly, his face contorted and ferocious. (End of Chapter)