The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 10: The Village Monster

Not the entire village is filled with ruthless people. Just like the Yaoguang Holy Land in later generations, they just blended in and hid their identities.

They can hide anywhere, as long as they appear to be ordinary people, and mortals will not be able to see through their disguise.

But why this village?
Zhang Huan was puzzled.

Seeing that these villagers did not know the details, Zhang Huan did not make things difficult for them, but simply asked about the details of the owner of the divine thought in the village.

His spiritual sense swept across the entire village. Most of those who did not come to the village entrance were the elderly, children, women and children. They were protected and hiding in their own houses.

There was only an old man who was walking around the courtyard openly, waving at Zhang Huan as if he had seen him. His face was friendly and there was no trace of hostility.

"Do you know who the old man in the third house in the south of the village is?"

Zhang Huan helped the village chief up and asked.

“That, that is.”

The village chief hesitated and couldn't remember anything for a moment.

After rescuing this group of villagers, many people came up and told Zhang Huan everything they knew when they heard him asking questions.

"Isn't that the home of Old Man Mu in our village? How did the Immortal Master know about it?"

"The methods of the Immortal Master are beyond your imagination, you idiot."

A middle-aged man with a simple and honest look touched his head in surprise.

After hearing this, the village chief suddenly realized and recalled the relevant memories.

"Master, that old man came to our village more than fifty years ago. I don't know his name, but his whole family looks like they were cast in the same mold. Usually, he rarely interacts with others."

"That old man likes to carve wood quietly by himself, so he is often called the Wood Old Man by the villagers."

"He has a son. I heard his wife died young. His son does business outside the village and rarely comes back. I have only seen him a few times over the years. Both father and son have strange personalities and are taciturn."

The village chief introduced his impression of Old Man Mu from the time he came to the village to the present.

"Some time ago, someone tried to matchmake his family with a man, and they almost became enemies."

After listening, I gained nothing. I only knew that the two of them, old and young, were from the same lineage of ruthless people, but I didn't find out anything else.

"You guys, go back, gather some things and run out of the village. Run as far as you can. Come back when it's dark and there's still no movement."

"Master, do you have a grudge against this family? Did his unworthy son offend you?"

When the village chief heard that something was wrong, he bravely spoke out, but Zhang Huan did not comment.

"Although the old man is usually unpleasant, he is not a bad person by nature. He already has one foot in the coffin."

With tears wetting his clothes, the village chief was begging for mercy for Old Man Mu.

Having lived in the same village for half their lives, it was impossible to say that they had no feelings for each other. He could feel that this immortal master was not an unreasonable person, otherwise he would not have saved the villagers just now.

"I'll give you half an hour. If you stay in the village any longer, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

Zhang Huan glanced at him, showing no mercy at all, and spoke coldly.

It's not that I'm heartless. From what they said just now, the old man's son has been away all year round. I guess it's the middle-aged-looking Saint King who has been slaughtered.

Only the old one is left, like a trapped beast in its nest. When the enemy comes to the door, it is expected that he will launch a crazy counterattack.

The details are unknown, so we have to pay attention to them. When the fight starts, ordinary people will be like grass. It is too late to rescue them one by one, so it is better to evacuate them directly. When the relationship breaks out, we can have nothing to worry about.

"I've already told you, it's up to you to choose whether to live or die."

Zhang Huan left behind a group of villagers and walked straight into the village. With every step he took, his footprints moved the terrain. The golden Taoist patterns penetrated deep into the ground, exploring to prevent him from falling into traps or formations.

The villagers looked at each other, undecided. Finally, the village chief made a helpless call and everyone hurried home to pack their bags.

After a long time and countless checks, after walking hundreds of steps, Zhang Huan stopped outside the courtyard where Old Man Mu was standing.

"Young man, why don't you come in?"

The old man had his hands behind his back, a peaceful smile on his aged face. As if he had known that Zhang Huan was coming, he had already prepared hot tea and waved his hand slowly.

You can see that his teeth are almost all gone, his mouth is bare, and he looks very old.

If you observe carefully, you can see a gleam of light in those cloudy eyes, revealing his spirit and energy, as if suggesting that this old man is hidden and extraordinary.

"The pinnacle of saints."

Zhang Huan waited quietly, secretly analyzing the opponent's strength.

"This tea is rare in the world. Even the Holy Lord would be jealous when he sees it. I brewed it for you today. Wouldn't it be a pity if you don't taste it?"

"I don't dare to go in. I'm afraid I'll fall into your trap and be tricked by you."

Zhang Huan said calmly, without hiding the murderous aura in his body at all, which already revealed the purpose of his trip.

"That's a shame. I just wanted to invite you for a cup of hot tea and have a good chat."

"What can we talk about? I killed your son, does that count?"

Zhang Huan said this with a chuckle, looking relaxed, as if it was a trivial matter that he did not care about at all.

After hearing this, Old Man Mu's whole body trembled, his chest heaving, as if his reverse scale was touched, and he stared at Zhang Huan with gritted teeth.

"I thought I could hold out until I could lure you in and tear you into pieces, but I still underestimated the pain of losing a child."

His fingertips couldn't help but bleed, and his face no longer had the ease and naturalness from the previous moment. He didn't even pretend, and all that was left was hideousness and hatred.

"You deserve to die. I want you to pay for my son's life!"

"Your son has killed countless people and committed heinous crimes using the Heaven Devouring Magic. He deserves death. How can he pay with his life?"

Zhang Huan responded with a sneer, saying that the ruthless people had killed enough people, so why didn't they pay for other people's lives?

"Shut up! That's my son!"

Old Man Mu looked at Zhang Huan fiercely, like a roaring beast, his eyes were full of blood, and he roared madly.

"A bunch of damned animals! My son is forced to hide here and there, and his life is in danger at any time. He has wasted his great talent and it is difficult for him to achieve enlightenment."

After saying this, his face twisted, he covered his head with his bloody hands, and roared.

"Tsk, they are indeed birds of a feather, both are worthless."

Zhang Huan cursed in his heart.

He is indeed a ruthless person. Even his moral bottom line is so strange. Others can be killed by your son, but your son cannot be killed by others. What a rotten thing.

"Now that he's dead, I have nothing to live for. I will avenge my son even if it means risking my life!"

The white hair gradually fell off, and the old man suddenly looked like he had aged a hundred years. His face was haggard, like a piece of dead wood, wet with blood, and he became a creepy monster.

Zhang Huan snorted jokingly. He watched the whole thing from beginning to end without any fluctuation in his emotions.

The opponent's life flame was like a candle in the wind, but his strength gradually increased, and he was using the secret technique of sacrificing his life.

He was delaying time under the guise of revenge for his son.

But his realm was too low, and Zhang Huan didn't think he could be a threat to him at all.

The old man had originally cultivated himself to be a saint, at the cost of his entire life's energy, but he only briefly crossed the threshold to become a Saint King.

"With your strength, you can't kill me."

Zhang Huan was confident that a Saint King could not break his defense, so he told the other party to use whatever cards he had now.

"Hey Hey"

Old man Mu stopped wailing immediately, and seemed to be mentally unstable. He turned around and laughed crazily, with the corners of his mouth stretched to his earlobes, his eyes were empty, and his face looked horrible.

"Why do you think I let you in?"

(End of this chapter)