However, just when they were enjoying the noise, it was particularly peaceful in the village's Juyi Hall.

Or rather, deathly silence.

The arrogant owner of the cottage in front of him was currently lying on the ground, trembling.

Behind him, there were also a number of powerful figures of all sizes in the village.

Right in front of these bandits, there were three men in black robes standing.

These men in black robes have strange tattoos on the backs of their hands.

If Xiao Wen were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that these people are the same type of people as the witch and Gu masters he met in the mountains before!

Southern Xinjiang, witchcraft!

"The great elder is dead! He died on your land. Now you tell me that you don't know anything?"

"Is this your answer? Even the leader of your Wuliang Sect would not dare to speak like this in front of me."

"Do you want to die?"

A cold voice sounded in my ears, but it was filled with cold murderous intent.

For a moment, the sixth-grade aura surged out and pressed on these people, directly suppressing these bandits until they were almost breathless.

Looking up, all he could see was the stern eyes.

"Sir... sir,... I really don't know... when did the elder, the elder, come?"

"You guys just received the news last night. The superiors asked us to make some noise outside. But we guys didn't even sleep. We went out all night to sweep, and we just came back at dawn."

"Please forgive me, sir!"
Chapter completed!