I'm Really a Villain!

Strangely, the ginseng tree on the left still has two long beards.

"Young man, welcome to our Forgetful Village," Xu Zimo said directly when the ginseng tree just walked to the door.

"Forgetful Village," Xu Zimo said softly.

"Are you going to the Burial Valley too?" Ginseng Tree continued to ask.

"How do you know?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Here, there are no people here all the year round. Except for the Burial Valley, almost no one comes to our Forgetful Village," Ginseng Tree replied.

"Then do you have a solution?" Xu Zimo said.

"I think the Burial Valley is extremely dead, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to enter."

"In our forgetful village, there is a clear spring named Guqingquan.

As long as you drink this spring water, you can freely pass through this mass grave without being affected," said the ginseng tree at the door.

"Then how to exchange this spring water?" Xu Zimo asked again.

"There's no rush in advance. It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar," said the ginseng tree with a big laugh.

With a wave of his hand, the thick branches waved, and the entire void fluctuated.

Inside the forgetful village, there were several hearty laughter.

Immediately afterwards, several old men came out from the inside. These old men looked very old.

The clothes they wear are woven from leaves, and their beards are like tree whiskers.

Even the hair can be regarded as the shape of a leaf, like a creature born from the fusion of a human and a tree.

All of them are dryads who have practiced for thousands of years and have turned into human forms.

"Hello, son, welcome to Forgetful Village.

We have already prepared the banquet, and we hope to have a good time together," the old man who walked to the front said with a smile.

"I'm here to ask for some ancient springs," Xu Zimo said.

"Stay with us today for a party, and when we leave tomorrow, we will naturally give you some spring water," said the old man.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly, but he didn't say much, and let the old man lead the way, and walked into the village together.

As soon as he entered the village, Xu Zimo discovered that, except for a few old men, there were all beautiful women here.

They stood on both sides of the village street, holding garlands, welcoming Xu Zimo's arrival.

"What does this mean?" Xu Zimo asked.

"This is the welcome ceremony of our Forgetful Village, you don't have to worry about it," the old man said with a smile.

Following the figure of the old man, Xu Zimo came to an open flat ground.

The flat ground is filled with all kinds of pastries and fruits, and the aroma of fine wine permeates the whole village.

As soon as you smell the aroma, you will feel refreshed and fascinated.

At this moment, the sky slowly darkened.

"Please, my lord," the old man waved his hand, allowing Xu Zimo to take the top position.

Immediately, these old men sat next to them, and suddenly bonfires lit up on both sides, and the atmosphere became lively.

There was dance music playing, and against the backdrop of several dancers, a woman in western-style clothes took lotus steps and danced in the center of the bonfire.

"My lord, drink," the old man raised his glass and smiled at Xu Zimo.

It was also rare for Xu Zimo to relax, so he was naturally blunt and raised his glass to drink a few glasses.

After drinking fine wine, the heat flows from the inside out for a while, and the warm current flows through the internal organs, making the whole body extremely comfortable.

"Good wine," he sighed with emotion.

"What are you going to do, Master?" The old man looked at Xu Zimo and asked with a smile.

"My house is in the half-ghost area," Xu Zimo replied casually.

"I don't know who else is in the son's family?" the old man asked again.

"I haven't been home for a long time, I don't know how many people are left," Xu Zimo said shaking his head.

"This ancient clear spring, please leave it to the old man."

"It's okay," the old man introduced with a smile, pointing to the woman who was in the middle of the dance.

"This is my little girl, who is over twenty this year.

Since childhood, he has been proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is virtuous and reasonable. What do you think, young master? "

"The old man doesn't want to say kiss," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"Ghosts are everywhere in the Burial Valley, and the journey is extremely dangerous, and the future is uncertain.

You might as well stay here, marry my little girl, and spend the rest of your life in our Forgetful Village.

Wouldn't it be nice to be carefree for a lifetime? "The old man laughed.

Chapter 1241 Entering the Burial Valley, the people behind the scenes

"I have no plans to get married, so there is no need for the old man to talk about it," Xu Zimo said with a smile, waving his hands.

The old man smiled and had another drink with Xu Zimo.

Asked: "Young master, is this wine good?"

"Good wine," Xu Zimo nodded.

"Our village is called Forgetful Village, and it got its name because of this wine," the old man said with a strange smile.

"This wine is also called forgetful wine."

"Oh," Xu Zimo said in surprise, "Could it be that people lose their memory after drinking it?"

"How do you feel now, Young Master?" The old man stood up and asked.

"I don't feel anything," Xu Zimo replied.

The old man frowned slightly, and saw countless branches suddenly bound up under his feet, binding Xu Zimo in place.

"Who is the young master?" The figures of several old men stepped back and asked aloud.

"You are asking this, but I want to ask, who are you?" Xu Zimo stood up, broke free from the shackles of the branches with pure strength, and smiled.

"When I first came to this forgetful village, I saw that you were all tree spirits transformed into people.

Now, the breath of corpses is everywhere, and I don't know how long they have been dead. "

"Take him down," the old man in charge snorted coldly.

At this moment, the two huge ginseng trees at the gate began to turn, and the whole village became a maze.

And all the people here turned into pitch-black trees that radiated a strong sense of death.

The surrounding area was originally full of birds and flowers, and lush trees, but now it is actually a piece of black soil.

There was no life at all, the ground began to tremble, and tombstones suddenly rose from the ground.

Here, it turned out to be a derivative place of Mass Burial Valley.

A few crows flew across the void, and these rotten trees seemed to have grown legs one by one, and they all killed Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly, and the Law of Fire appeared in his hand.

Flame is the nemesis of trees, wood types.

A fire burned from the void, incinerating the entire earth, and all the trees that were killed exploded with a "crackling" sound.

There is a "woo woo woo" wind blowing.

Sounds like people crying.

"It seems that someone feels sorry for me," Xu Zimo smiled and looked around.

"Since that's the case, it's okay for me to kill a bloody road."

The saber intent surged all over his body, and Ba Ying straddled in front of him, holding it in his right hand.

When the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, there was no restraint, and it directly turned everything in sight into nothing.

Xu Zimo raised his head again, and from the tombstone in front of him, bones climbed up one after another.

There are also countless big trees that have grown two legs and gathered together to form a formation.

The formation was smoky, like a river falling into the underworld, and there were many ghosts in the jungle.

"It's just a mob," Xu Zimo sneered.

He looked around at the flames all over his body, and within a few miles around him, everything was incinerated.

Xu Zimo threw the compass into the void without a trace.

The compass is constantly turning, and the position of the gossip on it is also changing.

In an instant, the compass opened a way to reach the sky.

The light bloomed, reflecting the surroundings.

Of course, this is seen from the perspective of an outsider. At this moment, Xu Zimo seems to have entered a state of emptiness.

In this state, his eyes are penetrating into the subtleties, as if discovering the secrets of heaven, all the omens of good and bad in the world are in front of his eyes.

There are several colors floating continuously.

Each color represents different auspiciousness.

Xu Zimo chuckled, with the existence of this compass, at least he would not get lost in this Mass Burial Valley.

He followed Daji's direction and walked straight ahead, floating above his head without a trace.

The sword intent spanned thousands of miles, directly sweeping across the world.

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