Zheng Village is located to the west of Qingsong Town, just three li away from the town center, which is not far.
Chen Mo and his group approached the village cautiously, and when they were about a hundred zhang away, they slowed their pace even more. The mist was swirling, obstructing their view.
During the three hundred years of slumber, Chen Mo's strength had skyrocketed, and his abilities were no longer comparable to what they were three hundred years ago. Although the mist was thick, he could still see rows of thatched houses in the distance. The dilapidated village was surrounded by wooden fences, and on top of the fences stood numerous bodies.
There were bodies lying haphazardly along the village road. One could see the mess from a glance.
Chen Mo stepped forward and carefully examined the bodies within the village. They were all shriveled, as if their entire bodies had been drained of blood and moisture.
The entire village had no one spared this fate, all were in this state of death.
"Rumor has it that blood demons crave blood like life, enjoying drinking people's blood and qi. It only takes a few breaths of time to turn a living person into a mummy...
Song Qiang gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, "There are over three hundred people in Zheng Village, but only one was able to escape. It seems that there could have been a significant number of blood demons lurking here before."
Chen Mo crouched down and touched the soil beneath him. Looking around, there were no holes on the ground. "Zheng Liang, are you sure those monsters came from underground?"
Following Chen Mo to this location, Zheng Liang nodded slightly and seriously declared: "Yes, those monsters are not big in size, just as long as fingers, but they are very fast, flashing past. In a very short period of time, many people died in the village..."
"How terrifying?"
Sun Qian shrank back, looking around cautiously.
"You look like that. At least you are an eighth-grade symbolist. How can you be more timid than an ordinary person? It's a shame that you are from Xuanjing Si"
Chen Mo was somewhat disdainful. Although symbolists are not as powerful as martial artists, they still enter the path after opening eight meridians. Their strength is not comparable to ordinary people.
"You don't understand, although I am from the Xuanjing Si, I've never fought anyone before. I'm just a support person. Things like facing enemies head-on are not suitable for me."
"Alright, you don't have to deal with direct confrontations... There's danger lurking around every corner. Do you have the Sieve of Searching for Enemies? Take it out and stick it around."
"Oh."
Sun Qian nodded slightly, then pulled out a few yellow talismans from his bosom. However, before he could do anything, he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet give way, as if he had stepped into a swamp and couldn't stop sinking.
"Help, save me!"
Sun Qian cried out in terror.
"Bad."
Song Qiang drew his sword and looked around, but did not see any enemies. He was tense at the moment, but he didn't have time to think about it. He immediately charged towards Sun Qian to save him first.
However, before he had taken a few steps, he suddenly felt his feet sink, and like Sun Qian, he was pulled into the ground.
"Damn."
Sun Qian was shocked in color. He got hit and that was fine, but the captain also got hit. Moreover, the person responsible for leading the way, Zheng Liang, also screamed in surprise. Without thinking, they knew they were hit too... What about Brother Chen?
Sun Qian glanced around, "Huh? Brother Chen has disappeared?"
"I'm here."
Chen Mo's voice suddenly came from the ground, startling Song Qiang and Sun Qian. They quickly looked up and saw Chen Mo had jumped onto a thatched house.
"Humph, to control the ground, making people sink in and unable to pull themselves out... The only ones who would use such a trick are wizards who wield natural forces. Hiding underground and not daring to come out... Are they afraid I'll kill them?"
As soon as he saw Sun Qian get caught, Chen Mo immediately became vigilant and leaped up to find a safe place to land first.
"Haha, you are just a guy who only knows how to show off with his mouth. You hide on the roof, not also because you're afraid I will kill you?"
From beneath the ground, a mocking voice suddenly echoed.
Chen Mo quickly scanned the ground, looking for the source of the voice, before a slight smile appeared on his mouth and he said, "I'm standing in the sun on the roof, while it seems like you all are hiding in the shadows. You are like dirty rats, afraid to show your faces. "
"Haha, your mouth is indeed sharp. I won't argue with you, but since you refuse to come down, just watch your friends turn into mummies right in front of you."
The person underground snorted coldly, and the tone of his voice suddenly turned somber.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Liang couldn't help but clench his teeth. His entire tribe had been almost completely wiped out, and he lived without any purpose. All he could do was resent himself for not having enough strength to take revenge.
Sun Qian was terrified and kept trying to climb out, but it was useless.
"Want to kill me? It's not that easy."
Song Qiang, after all, is a captain of the Xuanjing Si and a seventh-level warrior. He doesn't show panic when facing a dangerous situation. He swings his sword fiercely, and the knife edge cuts through the ground, making a huge gash. The soil near his feet loosens up, allowing him to jump up easily.
"Don't try to run."
A cold voice echoed, followed by the sight of the ground rising like waves from all directions, encircling him completely.
Song Qiang's face turned cold, and he slashed out again to split the ground in front of him. However, the ground behind him surged towards him, severely injuring his back; he felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood mist. As he raised his knife to strike back, he saw that two massive mud hands emerged from the ground below and firmly grasped his legs, pulling him down into the earth. The ground behind him collided directly with his arms, emitting a "crack" sound, and his arms lost all feeling.
"You won't get away with any of this..."
The voice from underground was filled with endless mockery, but halfway through the sentence, a deafening explosion sound echoed.
Chen Mo descended.
Chen Mo landed in a spot within the village and pounded the ground with a powerful punch. The entire ground trembled violently, like an earthquake, starting from his punch and cracking like a spiderweb in all directions, spreading out for several miles around, even reaching as far as the town nearby which was three miles away.
The soft ground split open with a deep crack, and a strong smell of blood emanated from the ground. Two pairs of terrified eyes stared at Chen Mo who stood on the ground.
"I've found you."
Lying on the ground with a slight smile on his lips, showing a kindly expression, in the eyes of the two, this man was as terrifying as a devil. With one punch, he could crack the ground over several miles; that was an unimaginable amount of strength. If he were hit by him, wouldn't his whole body be bruised and purple?
Just as the two were terrified, they saw Chen Mo pulling himself out of the crack in the ground with all his might. He then forcefully pulled the entire ground apart like paper.
"No, no, we were wrong, we were wrong."
The two people underground trembled in terror and could no longer think of anything else. They directly knelt down and began frantically kowtowing to Chen Mo.
"You are not truly repentant, but only afraid."
