Chapter 223: The Illusory Realm of Slaughter (Part One)

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Although he knew that it was an illusion, what he experienced was so real.

With the breeze blowing, Jian Wushuang felt refreshed.

After looking at this quiet and peaceful village, Jian Wushuang slowly approached it.

In the village, there were a lot of people. When Jian Wushuang was walking on the street, the passersby were all looking at him.

“Oh, a foreigner? Hi,” a hunchbacked old man with grey hair smiled and said.

“Carrying a sword, he seems to be a strong man. Is he stronger than those strong men in our village?” a stout man with black skin, wearing hides, said.

“The foreigner is handsome.” A loving girl looked at Jian Wushuang and then left with alacrity.

Jian Wushuang was walking in the village and saw some people greeting him, which made him look queer.

“Hey, boy.” A crude voice sounded out.

Jian Wushuang turned his head to look at the house. In front of the house, a stout man sitting on the ground casually and holding a pot of wine, said with a smile, “Foreigners hardly come here. Come over, just have a drink.”

Saying that, the stout man threw his pot to Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang held the pot, pulling the plug. He smelled and drank it.

The wine contained much alcohol. After drinking it, Jian Wushuang felt a pungent feeling running through his whole body.

“It’s in an illusion but the feeling is real. The taste of the wine is also the same as in reality.” Looking at the pot, Jian Wushuang formed an odd expression.

He threw the pot to the stout man and kept on going without stopping.

“Be careful!”

A man, carrying a huge piece of wood, passed by Jian Wushuang. The huge wood was very long and thick so it was easy for it to strike people. As a result, the man warned Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang stepped aside from the man. But at this point, a child who seemed to be five or six years old, holding a drum-shaped rattle, appeared in front of Jian Wushuang and hopped toward him.

When the child approached Jian Wushuang, he stopped and raised his head, staring at Jian Wushuang with his big eyes.

“Brother, are you a foreigner?