Lord of the Heavens

Chapter 211 Discovery
"hello."

"Want something to eat?"

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt? Come in, come in and choose one."

"Young man, are you hungry? Come and eat something."

Walking around a street, these people were overly enthusiastic, no wonder Sares would sink, if he didn't come at night, maybe he would be the same as him, right?

But what is hidden under the kind appearance of these people?
Suddenly, Yang Zhao met a different person, it was an old man, he looked a bit nervous overall, he squatted in the corner like a beggar.

"Xiaoqin, who is that person?" Yang Zhao pointed to the old man in the corner and asked.

"Hmm~ You're asking Grandpa Lou." Xiaoqin immediately replied: "Grandpa Lou is very poor. I heard from my mother that he seems to have a mental problem. He won't eat anything we give him, so he has to go outside the town to find it. It's strange to eat."

Yang Zhao was stunned, and the handwriting appeared again.

(Never eat the food they give you.)
As soon as this puzzle comes out, all the clues in my mind are put together, the monsters that appear at night, the kind villagers during the day, the weird old man, the number that will increase, don't eat the food they give, and the one-eyed blacksmith.

All the pieces of the puzzle were assembled into a complete board, and he stared blankly at everything around him.

This small town like a paradise, the most simple people
At this moment, he ignored the little loli, a blush appeared on his naked upper body, his heart beat faster and faster, and a feeling called excitement intensified.

He walked towards the old man, grabbed his left hand directly, and looked, there was no purple!

"Don't, don't touch me. I'm hungry. Eat, eat. I'm going to find something to eat."

The old man broke free from Yang Zhao's hand, and walked out of the street with a look of babble.

The corners of Yang Zhao's mouth curled up, it really became more and more interesting, the smell of blood on his hands became more and more intense, and his face finally became paler.

But his eyes were extraordinarily bright, and he followed the old man closely. According to Yang Zhao's judgment, this old man might have a real way of life!
"Big brother, where are you going?" Xiaoqin's real voice sounded from behind that day.

But Yang Zhao didn't care about it at all, and ran forward quickly.

The little loli in the back showed an unhappy expression on her face, but then she was taken aback, the unhappiness on her face disappeared, and she changed back to that innocent look, looked around, and bounced away.

Of course Yang Zhao would not pay attention to these people whom he had identified as weird, but fell not far from the old man and followed him.

As it got closer to the edge of the town, the surrounding buildings gradually changed and became a little darker.

After seeing Yang Zhao, some people involuntarily ran back to the room and closed the door, as if they had seen the plague.

However, there are not many such people, and most of them are as enthusiastic as ever.

As he came to the edge of the town, the old man in front stopped, but his next action gave Yang Zhao a pause.

He was actually sucking tree sap?

The old man first came to a seemingly dry tree, then hugged the tree and bit down, followed by a sucking action.

This stunned Yang Zhao, and inexplicably came up with a sentence in his heart: Sir, your teeth are really good.

But then Yang Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and he came to another tree, reached out and stroked it, and the touch was just two words: soft!
soft tree?

He felt his own hunger and the weakness caused by excessive blood loss, and even imitated the old man and bit it directly.
Juice!

Endless juice poured into his mouth, and Yang Zhao greedily sucked the juice, feeling that the fatigue in his body was gradually eliminated.

"When did they become like this?" Yang Zhao wiped his mouth and asked.

The old man acted as if he hadn't heard, and was still sucking the soft tree's branches.

Yang Zhao nodded as if he understood something, and seemed to be comforting himself. He still hesitated when he thought of what he was going to do.

However, this is the space of the contractor. Lord God, even if it is just a guess, it is worth a try!
Thinking of Yang Zhao walking back directly, the only difference is his increasingly indifferent expression and disappearing warmth.

"Young man, drink some water, rest and walk, don't get tired." An old woman said with a kind smile, holding a bowl of clear water in her hand.

"Grandma, I'm a little tired, can I go in and have a rest?" Yang Zhao asked politely.

"Of course, please come in." The old lady agreed directly, then turned around and greeted: "Old man, there are guests at home, hurry up and prepare something to eat."

"I'm coming."

Yang Zhao followed the old lady into the room, and another old figure also appeared. Judging from the glasses in his hand, this person should be a skilled worker.

"Wait, young man, I'll get you some snacks." The old woman took a stool and asked Yang Zhao to sit down, then turned around and said.

And the moment she turned around, Yang Zhao pulled out the dagger from the compartment between the trousers and underwear, and plunged it directly into the old woman's head.

"Forehead"

The old grandma froze, she fell down quietly without saying a word.

"You, you." The eyes of the old man on the opposite side were full of shock, and he pointed at Yang Zhao with a hand, speechless.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Zhao drew out the dagger and threw it at it.

Bass~
The sound of the dagger piercing into the flesh sounded, and the old man fell down slowly with a shocked expression on his face.

Yang Zhao stepped forward, squatted down, and pulled out the dagger from the old man's forehead, and more and more blood flowed out.

The small room was soon filled with a bloody smell.

Yang Zhao's eyes became more and more indifferent. He went to the door and closed it, then sat on the stool and watched the corpses of the two old people waiting quietly.

Waiting for the verification of one's own ideas, this is the verification of human life.

Time passed slowly, and the sun in the sky began to slowly set to the west, but Yang Zhao didn't feel sleepy at all.

He just stared closely at the corpses of the two old men without blinking.

When the purple moonlight rose, Yang Zhao heaved a sigh of relief as if he had guessed right!

A trace of purple smoke floated from the bodies of the two corpses in front of them. Their appearance was slowly changing, their bodies were getting bigger, their dead muscles were swelling, and their clothes were being torn.

Gradually, the images of the two monsters appeared before Yang Zhao's eyes.

He stood up and took a few steps forward softly. The dagger stabbed down again without hesitation, stabbing every vital part on the forehead, neck, heart, and side of the head.

The smell of blood in the room became stronger and stronger, but Yang Zhao's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"So that's how it is." He sat on the chair and played with the dagger.

Those with purple marks on the left little finger are all monsters. They warm the world like selfless angels during the day, but at night they turn into monsters and slaughter everything in the world.

Although he didn't know the reason for all this, he had thought of how to pass the dungeon.

step, step, step, step
The sound of heavy mechanical footsteps from last night came from outside the door again.

Just get through tonight!
Yang Zhao suddenly paused as he thought about it, and the second sound of footsteps appeared outside. This footstep was equally stiff, but not heavy. It could be imagined that the monster was not a power player.

It's just that I obviously didn't eat the food they gave me?

But Yang Zhao thought of something, he touched his pocket. That bottle of wound medicine!

(End of this chapter)