"What are you looking at? Are you asking for a beating?"

Chen Zhuangshi yelled fiercely at a villager next to him. He held a wooden stick in his hand and swung it twice in the air, as if he wanted to hit him.

The villager didn't dare to talk back, he cursed in his mind and walked away in despair.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

From Chen Ergou's past behavior, we can also infer Chen Zhuangshi's moral character.

Their family has a status as a village hegemon in the village.

There's no particular reason.

It's just because Chen Zhuangshi is the village chief's younger brother.

In addition, he is strong and possesses a high level of force, so not many people in the village are willing to mess with him.

Not to mention that his son had just died and was talking as if he had eaten gunpowder, and no one wanted to touch his bad luck.

No wonder everyone is avoiding Chen Zhuangshi.

However, he obviously did not completely lose his mind and did not dare to provoke Lin Shanbai.

Just when he passed by them, Chen Zhuangshi suddenly glared at Anle with a very unfriendly attitude.

Probably because Anle didn't die for his son, so he held a grudge.

Anle was so angry that she laughed in her heart.

But his face remained calm, silently watching his back go away.

Afterwards, Anle followed Lin Shanbai out of the village.

He couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Lin, what is the evil in the village..."

"Be careful!"

Lin Shanbai's expression immediately changed, and his single eye widened, showing a severity that Anle had never seen before.

"Don't say anything about it again!"

"Otherwise, get out of my house."

Anle did not expect that the old Orion's reaction would be so intense, as if it had touched a taboo, and he apologized quickly.

"Sorry Uncle Lin, I won't mention it again in the future."

There was silence for a few breaths.

Lin Shanbai realized that his attitude was too extreme, his tone calmed down, and he looked at Anle with complicated eyes and said.

"You do not understand……"

"Sometimes ignorance is a blessing."

******

late at night.

Lying An Le in bed, recalling Lin Shanbai's reaction and words during the day.

It is certain that there are deep secrets hidden behind the evil spirits in the villagers.

"This village is not big, but there are quite a lot of strange things."

He complained silently.

Speaking of which, it seems that no outsiders have been to Chenjiacun for a long time.

Except for hunting, villagers rarely leave the village, making it an isolated paradise.

Most people have no impression of the area outside the village.

Speaking of the outside of the village, it seems like we are in another world.

I heard that the village chief would travel far away and bring back some necessary necessities for life.

"hiss……"

Anle breathed in slightly, and his body surface felt cold.

He has been recuperating his body some time ago, concentrating on exercise, trying his best just to make a living, and not paying too much attention to the situation outside himself.

But now that he thought about it seriously, a question came up.

"Is this village... really normal?"

It's useless to think about these problems too much. The memory of the monster attacking the village a month later is still fresh in my mind!

You have to get through this first!

That's what I say, but psychology is such a thing that it doesn't know how to adapt when you want it to adapt, and it doesn't adapt when you want it to adapt to circumstances.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Anle's mind was filled with all kinds of Chinese horror legends such as "red embroidered shoes", "ghost marriage" and "ghost village".

He couldn't fall asleep, but kept thinking wildly, so he simply got up from the bed.

Anle picked up the hunting knife beside the bed and began to practice this [Jianghu Sword Technique] according to the memory in his mind.

Because there is no way to explain the origin of this sword technique.

He didn't dare to show it in front of Lin Shanbai yet, so he could only practice quietly now.

At first, Anle was a little rusty when it came to practicing swordsmanship, and his movements were stiff and clumsy.

It's unbearable to look at.

However, not long after, as he gradually found the feeling, his body seemed to regain the memory of his physical body.

When swinging the sword, it is already smooth and natural, and the body shape is agile and strong.

Every movement should be done in a decent manner, and you should find the right posture to exert force.

Although it is still not a master-level skill, it does not look like a beginner either.

At the very least, it looks pretty bluffing.

at the same time.

Anle's breathing is steady and has a unique rhythm, and the chest rises and falls with the inhalation and discharge of air.

Around him, weak spiritual power began to gather.

It floats around the arm, comes into contact with the skin, and gradually penetrates into the muscles.

It's cold, but surprisingly comfortable.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Anle savored this wonderful taste.

The spiritual power circulates through the body through the meridians for two or three days, and then stops at approximately the Dantian.

"call!"

Not long after practicing, Anle felt that the hunting knife in his hand was particularly heavy, his arms felt sore and weak, and his body was sweating profusely.

"The intensity of this sword training is actually so great?"

He was amazed.

"Perhaps it's because... it's paired with this special breathing method?"

However, today's happiness is not afraid of being strong, but afraid of not being strong enough.

If you don't become stronger as soon as possible, how can you survive in this crisis-ridden world?

He simply took off his shirt, revealing his clearly defined abdominal muscles, and the muscle lines on his body were very obvious.

He continued to practice swordsmanship.

The sharp sword light flickered in and out of sight in the night.

The young man's sweat dripped on the ground, tempering his body into an increasingly stronger and tougher body.

******

Early the next morning.

Anle yawned and pushed open the door, stretching at the door.

Miraculously, he practiced Sukuo for most of last night, and his whole body didn't feel much pain.

Anle speculates that this is most likely the effect of spiritual power in the body.

Last night's efforts were fruitful.

Anle clearly noticed that a small air ball appeared in the Dantian, and weak spiritual power gathered together.

When he opened the panel and took a look, he immediately showed a surprised look.

[Name: Anle]

【Lifespan:15/37】

[Realm: First level of Qi training (pseudo)]
To be continued...