In this way, after a while, under the unlimited anticipation of everyone, the group slowly walked up from the hillside. When they saw these figures, I don’t know who shouted with great excitement: Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

The crowd suddenly became noisy, and some people even shed tears in excitement. That's it, no one dared to cross the boundary mark in the village. The boundary mark has three big characters written on it.

Everyone knows that once someone crosses this boundary marker, Old Mrs. Li will take his life and will be scared to death outside the village that night, no matter how far he runs.

It is better to be alive than to die. Even every night is frightened so terrifyingly, but the people in the village have a glimmer of hope in their hearts, waiting for the people who save them from the sea of ​​suffering to appear.

And at this moment, the person who came to save them finally came.

As the group got closer, Wu Feng and Lao Liu saw it clearly.

The person who came was not only a monk, but also followed a group of Taoist priests, and there were several others wearing ordinary clothes.

The monk had long eyebrows and eyes, very obese, with big copper bell eyes, wearing a very wide monk's robe, half of his chest exposed, and a piece of white fat flesh. There seemed to be some tattoos on his body, and as for what he had tattoos, he couldn't see clearly.

When he walked around, he was like a mountain of meat moving slowly.

Those dressed by Taoist priests were tall, short, fat and thin, and the Taoist robes were also worn in different colors, including blue, gray, and light yellow. At least there should be at least seven or eight old Taoists. As for the ordinary people behind the old Taoist, they did not look simple, and there were sharp blades such as swords hanging around their waists.

As the group got closer, Wu Feng's brows gradually frowned, and his eyes never left these people for a moment.

At this time, Old Liu patted Wu Feng on the shoulder and whispered: Wu Feng, these people look quite good, but they look like some real people.

Wu Feng didn't say anything, quietly feeling the aura around him. From the monk and the old Taoists, he could indeed feel a very powerful aura. Generally, people with strength and cultivation would invisibly emit a breath, or it could be said to be an aura. When you face him, you would always feel a kind of pressure. Unless those people deliberately restrain their aura and do not emit it, you can not feel it easily. Wu Feng felt this pressure, and at the same time, Wu Feng also felt another aura, that is, murderous aura.

Soon, the people of this group were very close to the villagers. At this time, Mr. Fang next to him suddenly shook and said in confusion and surprise: Oh, why is it him, why is he still here? Isn't he dead?

Wu Feng and Lao Liu were attracted by Mr. Fang's words. Lao Liu asked: Mr. Fang, who are you talking about? There are people you know here.
Chapter completed!