Cultivation waste material: Where is my sister's golden finger!

Chapter 81 The Trip to Panlong Mountain (3)

"Village chief, can these immortals really save us from the sea of ​​suffering this time?" A villager said sadly, the skin on his body had begun to dry and crack, revealing the bright red flesh and blood vessels buried under the skin At this time, it was attached to the dense white bones in a hop, and it seemed that if it was touched casually, the exposed blood vessels would burst.

The skin on his face had already fallen off, only a thin layer of muscle was attached to his cheeks, at this moment he looked like a living evil ghost.The flame in his eyes has never been extinguished.He turned around and saw the villagers who were in a more serious condition than him. At this time, the meat attached to the bones fell to the ground in small pieces, and it melted without leaving any traces. "We have already reached this point. If we don't hurry up, the whole village will perish, village chief."

The village head called by the man was the young man who spoke from Nangong Yun and the others first.At this time, his face was calm and majestic, which made people unconsciously trust him.But at this moment, even if he was trustworthy, he couldn't resist the villagers' fear of death.

"Don't worry, the four people who came this time are much better than the previous ones." The village chief reassured everyone, "One of them has the favor of heaven, and we will get through this time."

Not everyone can be the head of this village. Every head of the village has the eyes of the founder of the country, who can see a person's luck.They can also predict some misfortunes and blessings in advance, but they have no way to tell others.Because of the matter of Tianyan, he would only tell the next village head.Even their villagers can't say it, but they can take the villagers to escape.

The young village head actually noticed this incident, but he didn't expect that group of people to come so fast that they would not have time to escape at all.

"We will definitely get through this time!" the young man repeated again.His eyes were bloodshot at this time, red Hittites.

"Village... Village Chief... Our village, whether our village will perish or not depends on this time." A "person" leaning against the corner, he is covered with white bones, and his eyes are shining with only his eyes. The remaining fire of life—it has faded to the size of a glass bead.

"Yes." The young village head held a corner of the table with his hands. Due to his excessive strength, the skin on the surface of his arms cracked a few marks.

"Village chief, don't use your strength." The villagers on the side hurriedly pulled down the young village chief's arm.

"Understood." The village chief lowered his arm helplessly.

Deep down in his heart, he blamed himself very much.

Yes, blame yourself.

If he had acted faster, his villagers would not have suffered so much.

He was working in the field at that time, and suddenly his eyes were opened, and he saw that his village would be destroyed in the near future, but four faint figures appeared behind him, as if they came to save their village.

He put down his farm work at that time and hurried home to tell the villagers to evacuate quickly.But in the end it was a step too late.

When they hadn't packed up, the group of people came.

Since then, they have been in dire straits.

The village head stood at the southernmost point, and he prayed secretly in his heart: The great Panlong Mountain, for the sake of their love for generations at the foot of his mountain, let the whole village survive this catastrophe safely.

(End of this chapter)