The old village chief swore up and down that absolutely no one was innocent, but he himself was innocent!
How many innocent people like him had been wrongfully killed?
At this thought, Meng Fan’s gaze turned completely cold.
He glanced at the villagers blocking his way.
One, two, three... nineteen.
There were nineteen villagers in total.
There was also a hound, baring its teeth and snarling at Meng Fan.
That made a round number: twenty!
The old monk in Meng Fan’s mind sensed the murderous intent rising within him and was startled.
He knew very well that although Meng Fan was currently a mortal, he was not truly a mortal in essence—at least not in terms of combat experience.
If Meng Fan started a massacre, every single one of these villagers would die, and not a single one would survive.
Chapter 360