The night is quiet, and most people seem to have fallen asleep in the villages under the White River Valley.

A man in a robe walked on the dirt path in the village with a smile.

He could hear the peaceful breathing and heartbeat of people in the room. These ignorant people probably didn't know what would happen tonight, right?

His eyes looked at the castle in the distance. The guy named Marvin was so bold.

"We Shuangshe Sect always robbed others of it. This guy actually snatched my stuff."

"A little baron, do you think the Wizards Alliance will protect you?"

"But I still have to see. If it is appropriate, it's good to develop into a believer. The waste of King Cobra, who can't even keep an underground granary, I have to come in person."

Thinking of this, a trace of murderous intent flashed in the red maid's eyes.

The most urgent task is to find the eleven Taurus.

What Ma Wen didn't know was that not only did the eleven Taurus hide a lot of food, but also a very important secret of the Double Snake Sect.

The secret about how the two snakes of the world-destroying world break free from the virtual world.

So he had to take back the eleven Taurus.

As for the White River Valley.

Whether they kill all the human skin kites, or all the bewitching them into their own believers depends on their mood.

Maybe it depends on whether Baron Marvin understands the current affairs.

Thinking of this, the Red Patriarch Aojin suddenly stopped his steps.

...

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The door of a farmhouse was knocked.

Muttering came from the room, followed by impatient inquiries.

Aojin said quietly: "I am a lost traveler. I need your help. I am really sorry to disturb your rest."

It seemed that I had heard this. The owner of the house hurriedly put on his clothes. After a while, the wooden door was creaking and opened.

A scary man with a pale face walked out. He was wearing coarse cloth clothes, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to have not woken up.

"Do you want to find a place to sleep? There is a windmill in front and the back door is not locked. It should be safe. If you want to ask for directions, sorry. I haven't left the White River Valley in my life. Maybe you should have a sleep and go to the castle tomorrow morning to ask."

The man said so.

Aojin smiled and said, "No, I'm here to ask about the eleven Taurus that your lord brought back."

The next second, his eyes suddenly emitted a faint red light.

Mind control technique!

The Red Patriarch is confident that for an ordinary person, he is not yet at the point of using legendary mind control techniques.

Who knew that the man had no reaction at all, but pointed to the red Patriarch's eyes: "Your eyes are a little red. Are you very tired? Go and rest quickly. Hey? You mentioned Taurus just now? How did you know? Our Lord is indeed very powerful, but you must have heard the wrong rumors. He brought back more than eleven Taurus!"

"There are twenty-one heads in total! Really, I counted them myself."

The man said mysteriously.

He looks a little silly. He doesn't look fake.

The Red Patriarch was stunned.

"How is it possible...my mind control technique has actually failed..."

Bang!

Before he could react, the man closed the door directly, and a yawn came from behind the door: "Go to Fengmofang and have a sleep, sir, I'm really sleepy."

...

Aokin stood outside the farmhouse, frowned.

He instinctively felt something was wrong.

"It's obviously eleven, how could it turn into twenty-one taurus?"

"This man is not controlled by my mind control technique. How is this possible?"

Is there something wrong with this village?

The Red Patriarch has always been suspicious.

The next second, he immediately closed his eyes, and in an instant, the entire village was covered in his brain!

[Divine Arts-The Spiritual World]!

The faint yellow spots are the sleeping people.

Their lives and breathing are very normal.

There is no problem with this village.

The Red Patriarch opened his eyes, still feeling a little confused. But he quickly got an explanation.

Small places like the White River Valley are all a group of rural gay men, nothing, they just live a simple life.

Sunrise and sunset.

Such a lifestyle makes them have few impurities in their hearts - which means that their folk customs will be simpler.

The key to mind control is to stimulate the deep inner world of the target and then distort it so that it can be used for it.

The man just now had no ambitions and was not accused of controlling his mind immediately, which was also explained.

"Just a countryside, what can threaten me?"

"I'm still too suspicious."

Aokin adjusted his mood and continued to move forward.

...

He walked a few more steps forward, and this time he stopped in front of a slightly more refined house.

Dongdongdongdong! Dongdongdongdongdong!

"Hello, I am a lost traveler and want to ask for your help." Aojin's line still did not change.

But what surprised him was that this time, a little girl came out to open the door.

Like the man just now, her face was very pale.

"Are people in the White River Valley so white? They look like ghosts..."

Okin couldn't help but mutter.

He had seen countless dead people. From an ordinary Double Snake Sect priest, he climbed step by step to the point of the red pastor. There was an endless river of blood flowing in his hands. He had peeled off more than a thousand human skins, and tens of thousands of people died because of him. He was very sensitive to the breath of death.

If the girl in front of him was a dead soul, he would definitely be able to tell it at a glance.

But she is not.

The girl looked at Aojin with curious eyes: "Are you lost? Uncle?"

Okin showed a self-smelling smile: "Yes. A thief stole my eleven Taurus. Can you help me get them back?"

Mind control technique!

Start again.

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, the little girl showed hostility and said angrily: "The Lord is not a thief!"

"You are so annoying. The Taurus he brought back allows everyone to eat bread. He is not a thief."

"Hate, I don't want to see you."

Bang!

The door is closed.

Okin was stunned again.

Oh shit……

Can your own mind control fail twice!?

This must be an illusion!

This must be an illusion!

He looked up suddenly and looked at the simple little village.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the village was a bit gloomy and terrifying.

His instincts are never wrong. At this time, he should run away!

However, his rationality told him that there was still a chance that the mind control technique would fail. The little girl did not look at his eyes at all. Instead, she started to close the door the moment he spoke, so it was normal not to be checked by the mind control technique.

And such a small village.
To be continued...