Something's wrong with this demon.

Chapter 147 Harvest

Torches were lit at the camp.

The flickering firelight illuminated the mangled corpses and their grotesque faces.

Soon, only five villagers remained.

The five villagers huddled together, their bodies limp and trembling.

They covered their ears and closed their eyes, seemingly unable to bear hearing the agonizing screams of their fallen comrades or witnessing the horrific scenes.

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood up and walked towards Yang Qiuyan.

He was a short boy with a slight limp.

"Sister, can you save me?"

He walked up to Yang Qiuyan, looking at the woman with a face full of fear and pleading.

Yang Qiuyan finished her steamed bun and was drinking water when she heard this. She looked at him, smiled slightly, and said gently, "What's wrong? Are you scared?" The little boy trembled all over and nodded.

Yang Qiuyan reached out and gently patted his head, smiling, "Don't be afraid, it's alright, they're quick. Just close your eyes and you won't remember anything."

"Yeah?"

The little boy looked at her, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Whoosh!"

The next second, a sharp claw suddenly pierced through her chest!

Yang Qiuyan reacted extremely quickly, leaping backward from her spot in an instant. At the same time, a flash of cold light appeared before her as her sword was drawn and slashed out. But when she landed, she found a large hole in her chest.

Crimson blood gushed out.

Her legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground, propping herself up with her sword. Her eyes widened as she stared down at the bloody hole in her chest.

"Eye!"

"Eye!"

Throughout the camp, the sounds of swords being drawn echoed continuously!

"There's a monster!"

The two Divine Sword Sect disciples closest to Yang Qiuyan were shocked and horrified upon seeing this scene. They jumped up from their spots with a "whoosh," drew their swords, and screamed.

But at this moment, the demon had already pierced through the chest of another disciple at the Strength Realm!

Then, with a wide-open mouth, it bit off the disciple's head.

At this moment, the little boy was shrouded in black mist. He was still short in stature, but his hands had turned into black claws, and two more claws had grown from his abdomen. His head had become round and large, with almost no face, because there was a gaping maw full of fangs!

"Hehe, I originally planned to follow these villagers and sneak into Qinghe City, but I never expected you would trick them into coming here to be skinned alive..."

"Tsk tsk, you humans are even more ruthless than us monsters!"

As it spoke, it suddenly vanished from the spot, and when it reappeared, its two sharp claws had already pierced the chests of two more disciples at the Nourishing Spirit Realm. "Attack together! Kill this beast!"

Wei Peng of the Blood Eagle Sect immediately roared and led his men to charge forward.

The remaining disciples of the Divine Sword Sect exchanged horrified glances, then drew their swords and charged forward.

It is now night, and this place is in the middle of nowhere.

This monster is incredibly powerful and extremely fast.

Their only chance of survival was to band together and fight desperately to kill each other; if they tried to run away out of fear, they would surely die.

Everyone knew this, so they rushed forward without hesitation and launched a full-scale attack.

The remaining four villagers, witnessing this scene, were stunned into silence, yet remained paralyzed on the spot, trembling, too afraid to flee. The little boy who had followed them all along was actually a monster?

"How are you?"

At this moment, Luo Qingchen had already cut the ropes binding her, and she stepped back to sit next to Ye Fu.

Ye Fu glanced at him, and the ropes binding her slipped off.

Luo Qingchen turned to look at her injured shoulder and asked, "Do you have the strength?"

Both of them had their shoulders pierced by Yang Qiuyan, and they had lost a lot of blood along the way. If they were ordinary people, they would have already died from shock.

Even a cultivator would feel dizzy and weak at this moment.

However, Luo Qingchen had already secretly replenished her blood with the gilded blood, so at this moment, apart from the pain in her wounds, she was still full of energy and had great strength.

Ye Fu said, "It's permissible to kill."

Luo Qingchen glanced at her, then said nothing more, turning her gaze back to the battlefield ahead.

The demon killed three more people in succession, but was also injured, with one of its claws severed by Wei Peng. With a savage grin, it pierced the head of a Blood Eagle Sect disciple with another claw, then leaped onto a large tree in front of it and quickly fled.

"Chase him! That beast is badly injured; he can't escape!"

Wei Peng roared and took the lead, chasing after them.

Seeing this, the other disciples also shouted and followed behind.

If they didn't seize this opportunity to completely eliminate their opponent now, they feared none of them would survive the night once the opponent quickly recovered from their injuries. The demon's body was extremely powerful and bizarre.

Even if someone loses a hand, a foot, or even their head, as long as their heart isn't completely destroyed, they can recover in a very short time. Therefore, at this moment, for their own lives, no one dared to flinch.

"Junior Sister Liu, Junior Brother Fu! You're injured, so stay here and watch over the human skin and the remaining goods!"

As he left, a disciple of the Blood Eagle Sect, who was at the Strength Realm, loudly gave the order.

The two disciples he called Junior Sister Liu and Junior Brother Fu had just been scratched by that demon, one on the arm and the other on the leg. Moreover, both of them were disciples at the Nourishing Spirit Realm, so chasing after them would be pointless. Upon hearing this, they immediately agreed and stopped at the camp.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Eagle Man and the remaining disciples of the Divine Sword Sect chased after the wounded demon and disappeared into the woods on the right.

The camp was quiet after the fire had burned out.

The two disciples, a man and a woman, quickly sat down and began bandaging the wound.

Just then, they suddenly heard a groan from the side. Turning around, they saw that Yang Qiuyan, who had just been the first to be ambushed and pierced through the chest by the demon, was still alive.

At this moment, Yang Qiuyan was kneeling on the ground, her face pale, her hands trembling as she prepared to apply medicine to herself.

The monster's claw didn't shatter her heart.

"Senior Sister Yang, do you need any help?"

The female disciple named Liu Qian spoke with a flicker in her eyes.

Yang Qiuyan immediately gripped the sword hilt with one hand, looked up at her, and forced a smile on her pale face, saying, "No need, I can manage on my own."

Liu Qian and the male disciple next to her exchanged a glance, their expressions changing.

Yang Qiuyan possesses the cultivation level of the Strength Realm and is young, so her skin is definitely worth much more than those villagers'.

Moreover, she must have a lot of good things about her.

She was already seriously injured at this point, and there were no other disciples of the Divine Sword Sect in the camp, so the two of them immediately had other ideas.

However, their opponent possessed the strength of the Power Realm and was wielding a sword, making them wary of them. Consequently, the two hesitated, unsure of what to do.

"If you two have nothing else to do, you can skin the remaining goods and put them away."

Yang Qiuyan seemed to sense the two men's murderous intent, and dared not apply the medicine anymore. She immediately gripped her sword and looked at the two men with icy eyes.

When Liu Qian and her companion saw that she could still wield a sword, and that her voice was full of energy, and that the aura of her inner strength was still powerful, they were immediately startled and abandoned their thoughts of taking advantage of the situation.

"Yes, Senior Sister Yang."

Liu Qian exchanged a glance with the male disciple beside her, then immediately stood up, took her sword, and walked toward the remaining four villagers.

"My lord! Spare my life!"

The four villagers hurriedly cried and begged for mercy.

One of the women suddenly stood up and shouted, "Run!"

The other three were stunned for a moment, then desperately scrambled to their feet, preparing to run away.

Liu Qian sneered, leaped forward, and beheaded the woman with a single sword strike. She then charged at another person, piercing their throat with her sword.

The remaining two were so frightened that their legs went weak and they fell to the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

"Trying to run away?"

Liu Qian walked over with a sinister smile, and with a flash of sword light, she directly severed the feet of one of the men.

"ah"

A scream pierced the sky!

A fierce glint flashed in Liu Qian's eyes as she walked towards the last one.

The last woman fell right next to Luo Qingchen and Ye Fu. Seeing the other woman approaching with a blood-dripping sword, she hurriedly crawled towards them, crying, as if trying to hide behind them.

No sooner had she gotten close than Ye Fu suddenly reached out, grabbed her hair with one hand, and with a flash of light, severed her head with the other.

She spat on you.

She looked at the boy beside her, as if explaining to him.

Luo Qingchen did not reply, but stood up from the ground.

Liu Qian, who was about to approach, saw this scene and her expression changed drastically. She hurriedly stopped in her tracks.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of light.

Her head had flown off her neck.

The difference in strength between the Strength Realm and the Spirit Nourishing Realm is like heaven and earth.

She barely had time to resist.

Luo Qingchen, knife in hand, walked past her headless corpse and headed towards the male disciple who had suddenly leaped up from the ground.

The male disciple leaped up from the ground with a "whoosh," and after running for more than ten meters, his body suddenly split in two. He ran a few more steps before collapsing to the ground.

Upon witnessing this turn of events, Yang Qiuyan was filled with terror.

She gripped the sword with both hands, bracing herself against the ground, trembling as she tried to stand up, only to find she had no strength left.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the gaping hole in his chest.

She has become extremely weak.

Luo Qingchen, holding the knife, approached her.

Her eyes widened, her whole body trembling as she stared at the boy before her, shaking her head and saying, "Impossible, impossible... You clearly lost so much blood..." *Whoosh!*

With a flash of light, her head flew off.

Luo Qingchen didn't look at her again, turned around, and began picking up storage bags from the corpses scattered on the ground.

After all eight storage bags were collected, Yang Qiuyan's headless corpse finally stopped spitting blood and collapsed on the ground.

Luo Qingchen then turned back and picked up her storage bag.

There were a total of nine storage bags, belonging to three disciples at the Strength Realm and six at the Spirit Nourishing Realm, a very fruitful haul.

But this harvest was clearly not the end.

Luo Qingchen wiped the blade, looked at the petite figure, and said, "Let's go chase that monster too. Can you still walk?" Ye Fu nodded, "I can still kill."

At that moment, a corpse on the ground not far away suddenly began to tremble.

Luo Qingchen turned her head and saw that it wasn't a corpse, but the woman whom the villagers called Aunt Juzi.

She had previously been stepped on and broken in the arm by Yang Qiuyan, and had fainted from the pain. In fact, she had already woken up, but seeing the horrific scene in front of her, she had no choice but to continue lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

But extreme terror caused her body to tremble uncontrollably.

No one had noticed her before, but now, with corpses everywhere, her trembling body stood out all the more. Footsteps stopped in front of her.

She could no longer pretend. She hurriedly endured the excruciating pain in her arm, scrambled to her feet, and knelt, kowtowing: "My lords, spare my life! I was blind! I was out of my mind! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

She had naturally witnessed the horrific scene of Luo Qingchen beheading people with a single stroke, and was now terrified out of her wits, wetting herself in fear. "Bang bang bang!"

She kowtowed repeatedly, wishing she could bury her head in the ground.

But the next second, her head still flew off.

Luo Qingchen turned his head and saw Ye Fu beside him, holding a knife. Her dark, cold eyes looked at him and she said, "She's a bad person, isn't she?" "Tch."

The headless corpse knelt on the ground, spurting blood.

Luo Qingchen didn't speak. Holding the knife, she walked through the corpses on the ground in the direction the monster had fled.

Ye Fu followed behind, silently watching him covered in mud and with leaves in his hair. After a long silence, she finally spoke, "Do you still believe that there are people in this world who shouldn't be killed?"

They risked their lives, jumping down into the cellar to save the villagers.

The results of it?

As a well-known righteous sect in the Southern Territory, the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect had previously captured these two demons in the village with an air of righteous indignation, speaking grandly and saying that they would send the villagers back to Qinghe City.

The results of it?

Needless to say, the disciples of the Blood Eagle Sect are even more so.

So, are there any good people left in this world? Are there any people who shouldn't be killed?

"believe."

After walking for a while, Luo Qingchen spoke up.

"You just haven't met them yet."

"You've already encountered it?"

She watched his retreating figure, gripped the knife in her hand tighter, and asked, "Those three from the pharmacy?"

Luo Qingchen did not answer, and suddenly slowed down her pace.

A strong smell of blood wafted from the woods ahead.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps approached.

Two disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, supporting each other, emerged from the woods.

The four people looked at each other and stopped in their tracks.

"These two storage bags should be given to me."

Ye Fu spoke up.

Luo Qingchen nodded: "That's how it should be."

Moments later, two disciples of the Divine Sword Sect fell into pools of blood.

Ye Fu now had two storage bags in her hands.

"here."

After walking a distance, Luo Qingchen suddenly changed direction.

But he suddenly raised his head and looked at a pair of scarlet eyes on the big tree in front of him.

"flutter"

A bat flew up from the tree and disappeared into the darkness ahead.

It turns out he wasn't the only one who could smell the blood of monsters and humans.

She can do it too.

"Could I have a few vampire bats?"

He suddenly said.

She seemed to think for a moment, then said, "Could I have one of those three people from the pharmacy?"

"They are not mine."

"They're not mine either."

"Aren't you their owner?"

"Aren't you their master too?"

Luo Qingchen didn't say anything more.

He is indeed the master of A Yao and Chen Ya, but that Senior Sister Bai... has nothing to do with him.

The two followed the trail of blood and continued walking forward.

Soon, they found a body on the ground.

A large hole had been ripped out of the corpse's chest, and its internal organs were missing.

Fortunately, the storage bag is still there.

This time, it was Ye Fu who picked up the storage bag again.

Luo Qingchen twitched her nose and noticed that the bloodstains left on the monster were becoming increasingly strong.

"ah"

Just then, a piercing scream suddenly came from the woods ahead.

He immediately sped up and ran over.