Infinite Sims

"It's so cold, why is the rain getting colder and colder?"

"Oh, it's so boring."

"I really want to lie in bed and sleep with my own wife in my arms."

In a gazebo next to the entrance of the town, several soldiers in charge of night watch, dressed in coir raincoats, watched the torrential rain outside, complaining boredly.

A soldier couldn't help complaining: "I don't know what I'm guarding, and there's no danger."

"Did you forget the group of murderers from the All Beings Association?"

A soldier next to him replied.

All sentient beings are committed to overthrowing the rule of the Immortal League, but due to lack of strength, they can only set off riots in certain small places every once in a while.

Although it would end in failure every time, the local law enforcers and subordinate soldiers would not only die, but also die tragically, which made the All Beings Association the force they were most afraid of facing.

The soldier who spoke just now showed a trace of fear and stopped talking.

Then he looked aimlessly at the rain curtain outside the pavilion, thinking about ways to pass the time, when he saw a vague black shadow coming towards him.

He immediately said to the soldiers next to him, "Look over there, is that a human?"

"Human? Really human."

"With such a heavy rain, who would not want to walk in it?"

"I bet ten pennies that that person will suffer from a cold tomorrow."

While a few people were chatting, the person they mentioned was looking at this small town.

Heavy rain at night.

These factors that obstructed the line of sight could not be said to be ineffective to Jiang Ren, but the impact was indeed very small.

The outlines and details of the buildings clearly came into his eyes.

"There is almost no difference from the buildings I saw in the previous two lifetimes."

Jiang Ren shook his head, feeling a little emotional.

After browsing through Fang Shouxin's memories, he also has a general understanding of the Immortal League that suddenly appeared and ruled the two worlds of mundane practice during the years he was in the land of the immortal.

In the previous two times, mortals and monks were almost separated.

Therefore, it is understandable that the mundane world still maintains low productivity.

But now that the Xianmeng has been established for nearly a hundred years, almost every place is managed by the monks of the Xianmeng, but it is still the same as it was a hundred years ago, which shows that the Xianmeng has not made any achievements at all.

On the contrary, some illegal things are much less.

But not because they didn't happen, but because they were all suppressed.

The outside is gold and jade, and the inside is ruined.

That's probably what happened.

"Fang Shouxin, didn't you say that you can't enter the town at night?"

At this time, there was a sudden reprimand from the side pavilion.

Jiang Ren looked back.

It was found that there were several men who looked like soldiers, and successfully found their information in the mind of the original owner.

A few months ago, the deacon of Xianmeng led a group of soldiers to drive the original owner and his wife and daughter out of the house on unwarranted charges, and confiscated all the original owner's property.

At that time, facing the original owner's argument.

It was these people who waved their scabbards unceremoniously, leaving bruises on the original owner's body, and forced the original owner to lie down for several days.

The reason why the original owner was in just a few months.

From a middle-aged man with a fairly normal body, he turned into a weak and weak ghost.

Of course, there is a lack of food and changes in living habits, but the hidden wounds they beat are definitely an important factor.

"Talking to you, are you deaf?"

"Fang Shouxin, do you think you are still the original landlord? You are now a beggar!"

"Don't call him Fang Shouxin in the future, call Fang a beggar!"

Several soldiers burst into laughter.

Seeing that the big landlords in the past are not even as good as beggars now, they can't wait to laugh and insult.

It seems that only in this way can the respect and flattery towards him be washed away.

"They are all a group of people who can be killed."

Jiang Ren smiled, turned and walked towards them.

The pouring rain didn't seem to have any effect on him, and even brought a slight sense of coolness.

"Go away, go away."

Seeing this, several people thought that Jiang Ren wanted to go into the gazebo to shelter from the rain, and quickly waved their hands in disgust.

The gazebo is not big at all, and it is already a bit crowded with a few of them standing, so I don't want to add another person.

Moreover, they didn't want to be in the same place with this sloppy person. If someone misunderstood him as his accomplice, they would not be able to clean up even if they jumped into the river.

"Excuse me."

Jiang Ren stopped five steps away from the gazebo, looked at these people with a smile on his face, and asked, "How do you want to die?"

He said that he wanted to avenge the original owner, not because he wanted to control his body more quickly, but because he needed a lot of souls, and he was not a person who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

Therefore, you must find a reasonable reason for killing yourself.

"Did I hear you right?"

Several soldiers were taken aback for a moment.

Immediately, they couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I think you did hear correctly."

"Beggar Fang asked how we died, hahaha!"

"I guess he must be crazy."

As if they had heard the funniest joke in the world, they were covering their stomachs, or holding on to the pillars of the pavilion, laughing so hard that they could hardly breathe.

"Get lost, take another step closer, and kill you with one knife."

A soldier walked to the edge of the gazebo with a smile, pulled out half of the saber from his waist, and glared at Jiang Ren viciously.

"As the first batch of people in this world to be killed by my own hands, I wanted to give you a choice, but since you don't want to, then I have to choose for you."

Jiang Ren took two quick steps, and his shot was a sword.

The shadow of the sword flashed.

Immediately, a large amount of blood sprayed from the soldier's throat.

The laughter stopped abruptly at this moment.

"You killed someone?"

Under the erratic light, the remaining soldiers looked at Jiang Ren in disbelief.

They rubbed their eyes, as if suspecting they were hallucinating.

"Although you deserve to die."

Jiang Ren smiled implicitly: "But I still have to thank you."

There was a scream.

Then it was submerged in the torrential rain again.

Not enough, not enough, need more souls

Jiang Ren walked briskly into the town.

town center.

Inside the most luxurious mansion.

Guan Deacon, the manager of the Xianmeng who is in charge of managing the town, is lying on the armchair very relaxed at the moment.

He is about fifty or sixty years old, and his hair has already turned gray, but his skin is firm and smooth, and his face is full of red.

He is just a qi refining monk who has no hope of establishing a foundation.

Otherwise, the management would not be just a town with more than a thousand people.

"Master, open your mouth."

A plump and beautiful woman was picking up a grape with her white and tender fingers and feeding it to the deacon's mouth.

"good to eat."

The deacon ate the grapes and smiled happily: "It's about the same time."

"Oh, what is the master talking about, can you tell the servants about it."

The beautiful woman held his arm in her arms, coquettishly pretending to be coquettish.

The deacon Guan felt that his body was soft and soft, and he immediately replied with a smile: "It's not a big deal. Didn't Fang Shouxin come here to find trouble during the day? I thought he was a little annoying, so I asked someone to get rid of him. It should have been done by this time." Lost."

The beautiful woman said with a smile: "It's true that Fang Shouxin doesn't know what to do."

As the master's bedside person, she knew that the dismissal he said was not literal dismissal, but to let the other party disappear into this world.

"At first, I wanted him to live longer."

The deacon Guan shook his head, and said with some regret: "But who asked him to come here to trouble me? He clearly knows that this town is under my management. If there is a case, it will affect my assessment."

"Stop talking about these disappointing things, master, your performance in this year's assessment must be very good, right?"

The beautiful woman came behind Deacon Guan and kneaded his shoulders with her small hands.

"A little to the left, then a little to the right, yes, it's here."

The deacon Guan showed a comfortable expression, closed his eyes and said: "There is nothing good or bad, everyone is very shrewd, the case has been suppressed, and there is nothing to say, it is all an evaluation."

Speaking of this, he felt a little distressed: "It's a pity, if Fang Shouxin is able to understand acquaintances, I can definitely get in touch with Yu Fan through him, and I will definitely get a lot of benefits by then."

The middle-aged beautiful woman nodded, as if she had thought of something, and said, "I heard that Fang Shouxin was ignorant because his wife and daughter were..."

"I know about it."

The deacon Guan interrupted her and explained: "The people I sent to send Fang Shouxin away are those scoundrels. After they come back, I will find a time to make them disappear. Dare to spoil my good deeds."

"Master, it's not good!"

Suddenly, an anxious voice sounded outside the door.

But it seemed that because of some scruples, he didn't dare to open the door directly, but shouted nervously outside.

Deacon Guan's face turned cold.

What he hated most was being disturbed when he was spending time with his concubine.

Fortunately, it hasn't started yet, and considering that his subordinates won't disturb him for no reason, he patted the hand of the beautiful woman on his shoulder and signaled her to enter the next bedroom to wait.

Watching her walk away, the deacon Guan said to the door: "Come in."

The door opens.

A subordinate covered in mud came in, knelt on the ground and cried, "Master, Killing Star, a Killing Star has come to our town!"

"What kills the star and doesn't kill the star, explain it to me!"

There was some disdain on the deacon's face.

The Immortal League has controlled the common customs for nearly a hundred years, and the dangers have basically been eliminated.

Even if some civilians occasionally resisted, in front of a monk like him, they were nothing more than chickens and dogs, which would be broken with one blow.

The only threatening sentient beings will not be interested in his remote town with a small population.

In this case, how could there be a killing star.

"My lord is true."

The subordinate, with tears streaming down his nose, hurriedly said: "The killer will kill anyone he sees, and he will not spare even the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled..."

"Kill anyone you see?"

Deacon Guan slapped the table and asked, "Where is that man?!"

In a town of more than a thousand people, if dozens of people died, he would be sure to suppress them.

But if hundreds of people die, then this year's assessment will be over, not only will there be no rewards, but there will even be punishments.

The subordinate turned around and pointed to a direction outside the door: "Now, that person should have arrived at the government office."

"I'd like to see who is spoiling my assessment!"

Deacon Guan snorted coldly, added a few sets of spells to himself, turned into an afterimage and rushed into the rain.

If someone takes a closer look.

You will find that whenever the rain is about to fall on him, it seems to be blocked by something transparent and invisible, and it bounces outwards, without wetting his clothes at all.

"Master, if you make a move, the Killing Star will be dead!"

The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief.

Recalling the killing star in the rain curtain just now, I still have some lingering fears.

But half a stick of incense time.

The deacon came to the gate of the government office.

Seeing that there was no one around, he was wondering if his subordinate had lied to him, when he heard a few screams not far away.

Looking sideways, I saw a person running from the intersection.

The deacon took a step forward immediately, and when he wanted to ask him what happened, he saw the man fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and stopped moving.

Immediately, a man with a broken sword came out.

"It's you!"

Seeing this scene, Deacon Guan gritted his teeth angrily: "Fang Shouxin, are you taking revenge on me?"

You know, the person who died in front of him was the only innate master in the town. Although he was still a mortal, he had already stood at the peak of mortals.

This made him wonder why Fang Shouxin, who could not even beat a ten-year-old boy during the day, would become a powerful killer at this moment.

"Why does everyone ask me why?"

Jiang Ren was a little helpless, and immediately rushed towards the deacon.

The speed is only slightly faster than ordinary people running at full strength.

But because the distance between the two was not far, the distance was shortened by half in a blink of an eye.

"I don't know what adventure you have had, but daring to come to me is your biggest mistake."

Although Deacon Guan was a little angry, he didn't lose his mind and threw out a spell casually.

A flash of light flashed under Jiang Ren's feet.

It turned into a quagmire in an instant, causing his body to gradually sink down.

"Interesting trick."

Jiang Ren smiled and jumped up out of thin air.

After crossing more than half the distance in an instant, the broken sword stabbed at the shocked Deacon Guan.

"not good!"

Deacon Guan's mind was shaken, and he quickly threw out a shield technique.

Seeing the faint light of the technique appearing in front of him, the nervous mood finally relaxed a little.

The shield technique is enough to withstand a full-strength blow from an innate master. Even if the trustworthy side has any means, as long as he can't break the shield technique, he will be exhausted to death by himself.

Click!

The shield shattered.

The broken sword directly pierced into Guan Deacon's chest, piercing his heart.

"you……"

Deacon Guan was stunned for a moment, wanting to say something else.

Jiang Ren raised his foot and kicked him away from his sword.

A cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm will not be much stronger than a mundane innate master without physical training.

"I don't know how much spiritual power a monk's soul can provide me."

He washed the blood on the sword body with rainwater, and then looked at the deacon Guan with a slight expectation that his breath of life was weakening.

But ten interest.

Guan Deacon's vitality was cut off, and a bloody light spot the size of a marble emerged from his body.

Jiang Ren immediately ingested it into his sword body.

In just a moment, it was all transformed into spiritual power.

He was overjoyed by the transformed spiritual power, which was several times higher than those he just solved, and much more.

"Finally paid back."

Jiang Ren had a childlike happy smile on his face.

Looking at the town under the torrential rain, it seems that not many people have noticed the scenes of killing. He slowly walked forward: "There are still some, we can't waste them."

this moment.

He seemed to hear a burst of laughter, which was the emotion buried in the deepest part of this body - revenge and killing.

The night was dark and the wind was high and killing people, when the wind and rain stormed the town.