Chapter 8 The first person killed [Please collect]

Chapter 8 The first person killed [Please collect]

"Quack, quack, quack..."

A familiar call came to his ears, and for some reason, Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt that the crow's call sounded so vivid and sweet.

He did not open his eyes, but felt the pungent smell of burning skin, along with the smell of corpses filling his nostrils.

All these perceptions seemed to indicate one thing. Zhuo Bufan had returned to the original mass grave, and everything would start over again.

For some reason, Zhuo Bufan was inexplicably excited this time!

"I, Zhuo Bufan, am back!"

Zhuo Bufan opened his eyes suddenly, scaring some of the crows that were staring at him into flying.

"Quack, quack, quack..."

The crow ran away in fright, and the Jedi was reborn!

Zhuo Bufan, who had died three times, finally understood one thing.

This world is not as lovely as the earth. This is a world where people eat people, the weak eat the strong, life and death. Kindness to others is cruelty to yourself.

Zhuo Bufan was just an extremely ordinary mortal. When he came to this world, he died three times inexplicably before he could take a good look at the scenery.

The word "kill" uttered by those people in cold blood echoed in my ears. One word determined a person's life or death.

An unknown fire burned in Zhuo Bufan's heart.

"Since you don't treat me as a human being, then I, Zhuo Bufan, don't have to be kind to you."

After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he walked down the mass grave.

The first place he came to was at the crossroads where he met Old Crow.

The old crow thief was standing under the dead tree, trying to hold on to his serious injuries.

After Zhuo Bufan saw the old thief Crow, his inner anger began to burn.

"The worst thing is this old guy. First he showed me the way to death, then he gave me a poison pill, and finally he tried to trap me before he died."

"This old guy deserves to die a happy death."

If he hadn't experienced it himself, Zhuo Bufan would never have believed that the old man who looked so fragile could actually be as miserable as he said.

It can be said that Zhuo Bufan died so many times because of this guy.

This old guy didn't treat him as a human being from the beginning to the end, he just used him as a tool.

Even though he obviously saved him, not only was he not grateful, but he even repaid the favor with a grudge. Damn it!

When walking towards the old crow thief, Zhuo Bufan had already made a decision in his heart that he had never made before.

…

"Who is that boy? The Balrog's pursuer?"

The old thief Crow leaned against the dead tree and saw Zhuo Bufan coming towards him.

He was seriously injured and was hanging with only his breath. Now he can't even handle a small role.

"No, that kid doesn't have any trace of cultivation on his body. He is just a mortal."

The old thief Crow quickly discovered that the visitor did not have any cultivation level. He is not afraid of such a guy. And this also shows that he is not the person sent by the Balrog.

"Just in time, let him explore whether the road to Ten Thousand Demons Valley is peaceful."

Old Crow had already decided at this time to lure Zhuo Bufan to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. He didn't take the life and death of a mortal at all.

When Zhuo Bufan approached, before the old crow could speak, Zhuo Bufan asked first.

"Old man, are you injured?"

Zhuo Bufan smiled, hiding his evil intentions under his smile.

When the crow old thief heard this, he frowned and said, "How do you know?"

"You're bleeding." Zhuo Bufan pointed at the old crow thief's feet, which were already a pool of blood.

"This kid is very observant. I wonder if I can deceive him?" Old Thief Crow thought to himself.

"Old man, I live in the town facing water in front of you. How about you come to my house to recuperate?"

Zhuo Bufan knew what the old crow was going to say, so he spoke first.

"Is this guy from Linshui Town? Then my trick of exchanging the positions of the two roads is useless." The old thief Crow was a little disappointed.

"Go away, I don't need your help."

Since he can't trick this kid, the old thief Crow doesn't want to cause trouble, so he plans to drive Zhuo Bufan away to avoid more trouble.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to return to Linshui Town with Zhuo Bufan, because Linshui Town was full of people who were chasing him.

"No, old man, I can't just die without saving him!" Zhuo Bufan insisted.

As soon as he said this, the old thief Crow flew into a rage and slapped Zhuo Bufan with his palm. The moment he took action, Zhuo Bufan bumped into him with his left shoulder.

"boom!"

His entire body was blown away by the crow old thief's palm.

"Damn it, can't you even kill an ant now?"

The palm that Old Thief Crow had just struck was already full force. A palm slapped on Zhuo Bufan, but it failed to kill him.

Not only that, the next second the blood surged in his body, his throat felt sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, spraying a blood mist in the air.

"Old man, I'm not a bad person. My mother said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Let me help you!"

Zhuo Bufan stood up with serious injuries, and then pleaded, his eyes full of sincerity.

The old thief Crow was stunned for a moment. He had hurt him so badly and yet he still wanted to help him. Could he really be a bad person?

"Are you really willing to help me?" Old Thief Crow took a deep breath and said with difficulty.

His situation is getting worse and worse now, and the powerful vitality of the Formless Death Body cannot withstand the numerous holes in his body. He does need help and needs to absorb new life essence.

And Zhuo Bufan in front of him is undoubtedly the best choice.

After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan nodded firmly and said, "Well, old man, I really want to help you. If there is anything I can do, just tell me."

Zhuo Bufan covered his shoulder and walked in front of the old crow. He already knew what to do next.

The old crow thief saw this and said with a cold look.

"Well, give me your blood."

"My blood?" Zhuo Bufan said in a daze.

"Why, didn't you just say you would help me? So you are a hypocrite? Give me your blood."

After the old crow thief finished speaking, he took out the black dagger from behind and threw it to Zhuo Bufan.

He wanted to see if Zhuo Bufan dared to cut his wrist.

Zhuo Bufan picked up the dagger tremblingly, then raised his left wrist, put the blade of the dagger on his wrist, and pointed it at the mouth of the old crow thief.

"Cut it, cut it quickly, I need your blood." The old crow thief showed a longing smile on his face.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the hideous face, and his originally nervous and frightened expression turned into a slight smile on his face.

"Go to hell!"

Under the moonlight, the cold light, the dagger in Zhuo Bufan's hand did not cut his wrist. Instead, it cut off the old crow's throat.

The old crow thief never dreamed that he would become as scary as a devil in the next second after a harmless face.

"You, you..." The old crow thief wanted to shout out, but found that his throat had been completely cut.

His formless dead body was originally very hard, and ordinary swords could not hurt him at all. And he also had a strong self-healing ability.

However, he made a mistake in handing his magic weapon to Zhuo Bufan.

The black dagger was the magic weapon forged by the old crow thief with his own 'formless dead energy'. The most restraining thing for his formless dead body was this 'black hunter'!

Zhuo Bufan was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the old crow thief to take the initiative to hand over the dagger to him.

He didn't know that the old crow's black hunter restrained the old crow thief's physique. He only knew that the dagger was very strong and enough to kill the bastard in front of him.

Before the old crow thief could understand what was going on, Zhuo Bufan, holding the "black hunter", stabbed him in the heart again.

This pierced the heart, and the old crow thief was even more desperate.

However, this was not the most desperate. The next second, Zhuo Bufan clenched the dagger in his hands, and then stabbed the old crow thief's stomach fiercely. Smashed his internal organs and rubbed them with thousands of holes.

The old crow thief was not an ordinary cultivator, he was a strong man in the silver pill realm.

Zhuo Bufan didn't know how strong the silver pill realm was, he only knew that this guy was definitely not so easy to kill.

So he chopped randomly, and finally chopped the old crow thief into pieces.

Then he dragged his body to the mass grave and burned it completely with the remaining fire on the ground.

This process lasted for a long time. The body of the old crow thief was not as easy to burn as Zhuo Bufan imagined.

Obviously, the fire used by the poisonous demon was different from ordinary fire.

However, after burning for more than ten minutes, the back of the old crow thief suddenly glowed with golden light. Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan smiled.

He was so painstaking to kill the old crow, not only to avenge himself, but more importantly, for the treasure on the old crow thief.

Thanks to the poisonous demon, Zhuo Bufan knew that the old crow had hidden the Xuan Emperor Sutra on his back skin.

This book has been officially signed, and everyone can rest assured to chase the poisonous demon.