Villager's Perspective: Although that big guy is scary, it doesn't seem to hurt anyone. With it around, I feel more comfortable sleeping at night. But... the couple whispers at night, they have to cover themselves with quilts and whisper again and again... Oh, is this a sweet trouble?
At this moment, Giant Horned Bear, lying on the gentle slope and taking a nap, seemed calm, but in his simple thoughts, there was also an unprecedented "comfort" flowing.
Giant Horned Bear's perspective: It's... not bad here. They are weak and noisy, but... not troublesome. You don't have to fight with those annoying Gale Wolf and Iron-Backed Wild Boar for territory every day and get injured all over. You don't have to be constantly wary of bigger guys, or be attacked by Soul Master.
Lie down here, bask in the sun, and look at these weaklings! They are busy, and occasionally roar to scare away the ignorant guys in the distance... There are fixed and delicious pieces of meat to eat. There is delicious food, and there is no need to fight... Well, it is a good job.
It slightly adjusted its lying position to allow the afterglow of the setting sun to shine more evenly on its thick fur, snorted comfortably with an earthy smell, and closed its eyelids again.
Late at night.
The village was immersed in a tired sleep. Even the heavy breathing sound of "Big Stone" on the gentle slope at the east end seemed longer and deeper than usual, as if he was sleeping more soundly. Only the watchman in the village, wrapped in a worn-out cotton-padded jacket, banged his clapper, breathed white air, and dragged his slow footsteps in the dead village alley.
However, the usual tranquility of the countryside at night was broken by a dark shadow that quietly blended into the night.
He was thin and wrapped in a gray cloak that had been washed white but exuded a faint cold aura. Under the hood, a pair of eyes with an abnormal dark green light were scanning the sleeping village greedily and cruelly. Although his aura was extremely Although the power of Four-Ring Soul Ancestor is restrained, it still reaches the level of Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, and the properties of Soul Power are cold and sticky, with an obvious smell of evil and blood--it is none other than Evil Soul Master!
"Hehe...'Holy Sword'? Saintess? Bah! They are just a group of idiots who claim to be righteous. What kind of guards can we send in this remote country? Just in time, I need fresh souls to nourish myself. Although the souls of these stupid people are weak, they are pure and numerous..." Evil Soul Master licked his chapped lips, and his eyes glowed green.
He selected a courtyard that seemed to be the most intact and relatively densely populated in the village. He quietly climbed over the low earth wall and stuck himself under the window of the main house like a gecko. At his fingertips, a bit of pale green light began to condense, emitting a sickening sweet smell.
However, just at the moment when the dim light at his fingertips was about to touch the window lattice, the sleeping family in the room was about to have their souls snatched away in their dreams -
When the first ray of pale morning light barely tore open the Wuyun, illuminating a messy collapsed courtyard wall in the village, as well as the body with a weird posture and a hole in the chest on the village road not far away, the old man who had gotten up early to pick up excrement was the first to find it. He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and let out a miserable scream.
Panic instantly spread throughout the village like a plague.
The villagers gathered in the distance tremblingly, pointing at the horrific corpse, their faces full of fear, suspicion, and when they looked at the "hill" on the gentle slope at the east end, they were rekindled and even more fearful than before.
"Dead... dead!"
"Oh my god! Then... who is that? He doesn't look like someone from our village..."
"No matter who it is, it's still a human life! Soul Beast...Soul Beast is Soul Beast after all!"
The old village chief's face was pale. With the support of several juniors, he walked tremblingly to the corpse. He only took one look at the strange wounds and the evil aura remaining on the body, and almost fainted. He held on and hissed to a young junior with fast legs and feet beside him, "Quick! Go... to the stronghold in the town! Report! Something big has happened!"
In the afternoon, a team of five Soul Master dressed in "Holy Sword" standard white clothes, led by a Soul King captain, hurried to Qingxi Village. The captain looked stern. He first calmed the shocked villagers, and then immediately led people to cordon off the scene and inspect the body.
The inspection process was very fast. The Soul King captain carefully examined the Soul Power breath remaining on the corpse and the characteristics of the wounds. He also asked the watchman and other awakened villagers about the details they heard and saw last night, and his face became more and more solemn.. He walked to the courtyard destroyed by the "Big Stone" shock wave, feeling the traces of the collision between the remaining earthy Soul Power and the undetectable evil Soul Power, and he already had a judgment in his heart.
He returned to the gathering place of the villagers and announced in a deep voice in front of everyone, "After investigation, the deceased was a Evil Soul Master of Four-Ring Soul Ancestor level. His Soul Power attributes were sinister and evil. Last night, this person A person sneaked into the village with evil intentions, and was discovered and killed in time by Soul Beast'Giant Horned Bear' who was guarding the place. The traces on the scene were consistent with the villagers' description. This Evil Soul Master died innocently."
He looked around at everyone and said in a serious tone, "Giant Horned Bear killed this beast to fulfill its guardian duties and protect everyone's safety. There is no need to panic, and you should not misunderstand the guardian beast because of this."
"Evil Soul Master?" The villagers looked at each other in confusion. Most of them were just ordinary people. How could they tell what was Evil Soul Master and what was ordinary Soul Master? In their opinion, the corpse was dressed in ordinary clothes. Although it looked a bit scary,... The adult of "Holy Sword" said it was Evil Soul Master, which means it is Evil Soul Master? What if the adult said this deliberately to protect the Soul Beast, or to protect the reputation of "Holy Sword"?
A hunter who was usually a bit upright and had a family member killed by a wild beast couldn't help but questioned loudly, "Sir! How do we know whether what he said is true or false? We only saw 'Big Stone' killing people! If... if in the future, it will be confused at night. Or you just kill someone if you don't like them, you... do you also say that person is Evil Soul Master, and he deserves to be killed? Then should we sleep at night? Is this to protect us, or is it putting a knife next to our bed that will fall down at some point?!"
These words spoke to the voices of many villagers. The fragile sense of security they had just established towards "Big Stone" instantly collapsed in the face of last night's terror and this morning's death, transforming into a deeper fear based on the unknown. The cracks in trust had already appeared.
Captain Soul King frowned. He could understand the villagers' fear, but this matter related to the prestige of the cooperation between "Holy Sword" and Soul Beast and must be handled properly. He patiently explained the characteristics of Evil Soul Master and explained The constraints of the contract have little effect. For these ordinary villagers who have just experienced the war, know little about the world of Soul Master, and are instinctively afraid of Soul Beast, no matter how many explanations are given, they are not as intuitive and terrifying as a cold corpse and the terrifying roar last night.
In the end, Captain Soul King could only forcibly order the collection of Evil Soul Master's body, and once again emphasized that the behavior of "Big Stone" was legitimate defense, and left two Soul Master to "assist" the village to appease people and strengthen vigilance. Then, full of helplessness and a hint of worry, he returned to the stronghold to report.