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.