"Extraordinary people take extraordinary paths. I didn't think much of him before, but now, I'm willing to follow him. I have to say that the old guys in my family have sharp eyes. They can find such a freak from such a low-level plane. I can't help but admire him."
The Gold Martial Soul said with sincere admiration. His eyes sparkled, and there was no trace of his previous honest and straightforward appearance.
"Everyone is well aware of why we have come here. It's rare for the forces behind all of you to choose him at the same time. Let's not talk about anything else. Let's stick to our previous agreement. Apart from our respective identities and backgrounds, let's cooperate openly for once and fight for this great opportunity."
The Earth Martial Soul said seriously.
"Well, since everyone has expressed their views, I hope everyone can be consistent. Except for their own origins, we should exchange other things in time to help him grow up quickly."
The Water Martial Soul was very satisfied with everyone's attitude. He nodded and said with a smile, "I can guarantee that as long as you sincerely help him grow up, the rewards in the future will be far beyond your imagination."
"I hope so, but this guy is too sentimental. He really shows mercy everywhere."
The Fire Martial Soul said with a speechless face, with a hint of teasing in its tone.
"Just take care of yourself. What's wrong with being sentimental? I like him being sentimental. When I saw him crying because of the self-explosion of the Mei just now, my heart was so sour that I wanted to cry. "
The Wood Martial Soul rolled its eyes at him, changed its tone, and sighed emotionally, "Some people always think that men should shed blood and not cry. Those who shed tears are cowards, which is the performance of trash. But I don't think so. I think that real men are sentimental. He can cry for the Mei, which shows that he is a man who really values affection and righteousness."
"Yes, he is a little sentimental, but after getting along with him for a long time, you will gradually find that he actually has a lot of advantages. He is definitely worthy of our help."
The Water Martial Soul said with sympathy.
"You seem to be very familiar with him? Have you met before? "
The Wood Martial Soul was sensitive to the great importance and preference of the Water Martial Soul for Ding Ning, and asked curiously.
"You've crossed the line. Don't forget our agreement."
The Water Martial Spirit's face sank and he said seriously.
The Wood Martial Spirit stuck out its tongue mischievously like a little girl and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you so serious? I'm just curious. If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."
…
"Interesting. This kid's Soul Body actually gathered the juniors of the five great forces. What are they planning? Could it be related to that person? "
What Ding Ning did not know was that outside the space he was in, the Mountain River Tortoise was wandering aimlessly in the void. Its eyes flashed with seriousness as it murmured softly.
The Five Elemental Martial Spirits didn't know that the Mountain River Tortoise had heard every single word of their conversation, which they thought to be top secret.
This was the inner world of the Mountain River Turtle. In this place, he was the undisputed ruler. As long as he wanted to know something, nothing could be hidden from him.
However, he was very lazy and spent most of his time sleeping. He rarely paid attention to what was happening in his inner world. If not for the fact that he was worried that Ding Ning would lose his life due to his injuries, he would not have bothered to eavesdrop on the conversation of the younger generation.
This unintentional eavesdropping caused his imagination to run wild, and his expression became serious.
This was because apart from the Water Martial Spirit's origins, the Gold Martial Spirit belonged to the boy from the White Emperor Family, the Wood Martial Spirit belonged to the girl from the Wood Spirit Clan, the Earth Martial Spirit belonged to the younger generation of the Kuafu Clan, and the Fire Martial Spirit belonged to the descendant of the Flame Emperor.
Although these four great forces had always been mysterious and low-key, and many people had never even heard of them, they were terrifying existences that even the Five Great Star Emperors were not willing to provoke.
However, the Mountain River Tortoise was an exception. Not only did it know about these four great forces, it also knew about their backgrounds. This was because, like its old brothers, they were also born in the Three Realms, a desolate place in the universe.
However, later on, when its brothers and that person started fighting, the Mountain River Tortoise chose to watch from the sidelines to protect themselves.
Rationally speaking, it could understand their choice at that time. After all, that person was too dazzling. He was like a blazing sun that illuminated the universe, and he was truly the strongest expert in the universe. Countless people looked up to him, and they could not muster the courage to oppose him.
However, from an emotional point of view, it could not accept their actions. Although it could not be said to be a betrayal, it was still very disappointing. Thus, the Mountain River Tortoise could not muster any good feelings towards them.
Now, it had unintentionally discovered that these people, who had been cowards in the past, were actually plotting against Ding Ning. This made it slightly angry, but it was even more curious. What exactly were they plotting by doing this?
If it was not for the fact that these little fellows did not have any ill intentions towards Ding Ning, it could not help but want to teach them a lesson and teach the people behind them a lesson.
"Forget it, forget it. No matter what motives they have, doing this will benefit that brat. I won't interfere for now. Let's see what you guys are up to. Yawn, I'm so sleepy. No, I have to quickly send this brat away and have a good sleep. Why is my life so hard? I have to be like a nanny every day. How troublesome."
The Mountain River Tortoise was also extremely lazy. Very quickly, it threw its unintentional discovery to the back of its mind. Its eyelids kept twitching, and it grumbled resentfully.
Its huge body turned, and its four limbs moved as if it was swimming. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the vast void.
…
"Young man, run quickly. The lecher is coming out."
This world was extraordinarily large. Ding Ning flew for a full three days before he flew out of the range of the mountains. After walking for another half a day, he finally found a small, desolate mountain village with great difficulty.
However, he had just arrived at the entrance of the village when he saw a group of panic-stricken men and women of all ages stumbling out with their families. A middle-aged man saw that he wanted to enter the village, and kindly shouted at him.
Lecher?
Ding Ning's mouth opened wide in shock, and his expression became extremely strange. Were there already lechers in the Primordial Continent since ancient times?
"Young man, run quickly. If you don't run now, it will be too late. That lecher is very scary."
With the help of a gray-haired old man, an old woman stumbled as she jogged and reminded Ding Ning with kindness.
"Lecher? What kind of lecher? "
Ding Ning would never reject the kindness of others. Even though he was not afraid of the so-called lecher, he still helped the old man and the old woman run out with the crowd.
"This lecher looks like a decent person, but his brain is not good. When he sees a woman, he won't move, and his eyes will only stare at the women in the village."
With Ding Ning's help, the old man felt relaxed all over, and finally had the leisure to explain, "At first, everyone thought that he was a lonely outsider, and they didn't know what difficulties he had encountered. His brain was broken, and it was very pitiful. So they gathered some food for him to eat."
"Sigh, what a sin! Blacksmith Li's daughter, Mei Niang, is very pretty and kind-hearted. She saw that pervert was pitiful, so she secretly gave him some food. She didn't expect that she would be defiled by him. Blacksmith Wang was so angry that he went to fight him with his sledgehammer, but he didn't expect to be sent flying with a slap."
A look of horror appeared on the old woman's face. "Which of the young people in the village doesn't secretly like Mei Niang? When they heard that Mei Niang was defiled by that outsider, they all rushed over with their weapons to deal with that pervert. I didn't expect that guy to suddenly go crazy after taking a few hits. All the good boys were beaten to the ground."
"That's not all. After that lecher went crazy, he beat people and smashed things he saw. Even the houses in the village were demolished by him. Wu Laosan and his family were buried alive in the collapsed house. I don't know if they can survive. Now, who dares to stay in the village?"
The old man said with lingering fear.
Ding Ning frowned tightly, and a surge of anger rose in his heart. Who knew whether this lecher was really stupid or deliberately pretending?
Whether he was really stupid or pretending, he really deserved to die for doing such a thing that was worse than pigs and dogs. If he was not afraid of scaring the old couple in front of him, he would turn back and kill him now.
He had to admit that the law that a psychopath was not guilty of murder on Earth was the most criticized by him.
A psychopath was not guilty of murder, but should the person who was killed admit that he was unlucky?
Since he knew that he was mentally ill, he should be locked in a mental hospital, so as not to endanger society and kill innocent people.
Of course, this could not be generalized, but it could not be denied that some psychopaths were not ashamed of it. Instead, they used their mental illness as an amulet to hurt others unscrupulously.
He still remembered that when he was a child in Luochuan Town, there was such a rascal with a slight history of mental illness. He always talked about his mental illness and ran amok in the town. He bullied men and women and committed all kinds of crimes. He did not know how many daughters of good families he had harmed.
Most of the people in the town were honest people. Even if some people were angry, they would not call the police. However, he had a mental illness medical record as an amulet, and his family was a little powerful. Every time he went in, he could come out, and no one could do anything to him. This further encouraged his arrogance.
If it were not for the fact that the blind guy finally targeted Sister Qiao and tried to rape her, and the angry Uncle Xiaowu directly broke his limbs and made him disabled, no one knew how many daughters he would have harmed.
Perhaps because of this childhood experience, Ding Ning deeply hated the guy who did evil in the name of mental illness.
Most of the villagers were kind and simple people. After escaping to a wilderness, they were slightly relieved when they saw that the lecher did not chase after them. They panted and sat down on the ground, looking in the direction of the village, with a lingering fear on their faces.
Some psychologically fragile villagers could not help but sob in a low voice when they thought that their homes, which they relied on to shelter themselves from the wind and rain, were destroyed.
This kind of emotion was very easy to infect others. Seeing someone cry, the eyes of others soon turned red, and the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere of sadness.
"I saw Old Third Wu buried under the house. I don't know if he can survive."
The village was not big, and there were not many villagers. There were only four or five hundred people in total, and they all knew each other well. A middle-aged man said in a low voice.
"I don't think so. Old Wu's house is the best in the village. It is all made of big bluestones. How can he survive if he is buried under it?"
Another old man shook his head and said pessimistically.
"Do you think that lecher pretended to be crazy? He deliberately retaliated against Old Third Wu, didn't he? Otherwise, how could we all escape? How could Old Third Wu, who is so smart, be buried under the house? "
A young man's eyes flickered with suspicion, and there was a hint of schadenfreude in his voice.
"Shh, don't talk nonsense."
A middle-aged man beside the young man changed his face, hurriedly covered his mouth, and raised his chin to a dozen men and women in bright clothes, who were obviously different from the villagers, in the crowd.
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