Li Xiang didn't stay for a long time, put away his cassock, and took advantage of the heavy fog to sneak back to the ancestral hall.

After all, it sounds weird to a three-year-old baby to kill monsters.

The teacher said that you must learn to hide your front.

It's better to keep a low profile yourself.

In the dark mist, the old village chief led a group of women to prepare for the attack.

He kept hearing the roars of wild beasts coming from the mist.

I just don’t know why, but these sounds seem a bit sad.

After a while, the beast's sounds disappeared.

Although he didn't know what happened, he didn't dare to slack off at all.

Just when they were ready.

Suddenly, a donkey cart slowly drove up at the entrance of the village.

There was a simple and honest man in the car holding a sickle in his left hand and a tied piece of dried meat in his right hand.

The car contained some herbs and grains, as well as an exquisite wooden box, which contained some paper money and ink treasures. It didn't look cheap.

The man looked at the village strangely.

"Eh?"

"I just went to the county town. How come the village has become like this?"

"No matter, I have to go home first. This bear meat is a great supplement."

"Don't let my baby get hungry."

Not long after entering the village, the surrounding fog slowly dispersed.

The old village chief looked at the man with disbelief.

He was holding a sickle in his left hand, and at his feet was a demon corpse covered in flesh and blood.

"you!"
Chapter completed!