The entire village quickly turned into something akin to Hell.
Blood was everywhere, and the screams rose and fell like waves.
Tianmiao and Cui Wenyan walked slowly, watching a villager being bitten, crying, wailing, struggling, until there wasn't a trace of life left. Cui Wenyan frowned slightly; such scenes she saw for the first time. Even after opening her Heavenly Eye, she was much stronger mentally but still not quite accustomed.
As for Tianmiao, watching the blood-soaked, screaming and wailing villagers, his face slowly revealed a smile. A smile that was both beautiful and extremely cold.
Aunt Jiang and Uncle Jiang lay paralyzed on the ground, trembling all over, their faces pale as paper: "Who, who the hell are these people?"
"Old Wu was right, these people aren't ones we can mess with."
"What do we do now?"
