Chapter 816 Is There a Problem? Return to Shushan Sword Sect?

Meng Fan had the illusion that he was being affected, and the old monk also felt this way!

"Donor Meng, you clearly wanted to blind this woman's eyes just now, why did you suddenly change your intention to seal her throat with a sword?" the old monk asked with some confusion.

According to Meng Fan's character, there shouldn't be such a change in trajectory.

The first sword blinded the woman's eyes, and the second sword killed the woman, which felt more reasonable.

Although there seems to be no difference between the two, the old monk has followed Meng Fan for too long, and he can feel this subtle abnormality.

"Why, old monk, do you still want to tell me about compassion? Do you still think this woman should not be killed? Do you think I should spare her life?" Meng Fan asked the old monk with some dissatisfaction.

If the old monk still has this mentality, then he is really a bit ignorant.

"Benefactor Meng, you misunderstood. When I ask you this, I don't mean to say whether this woman should die, but I feel that something is wrong with your behavior. It seems that there is something in the dark that affects your choices and actions!"

Hearing the old monk's words, Meng Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He had felt this way just for a moment, but he subconsciously thought it was an illusion, so he didn't take it seriously.

But now the old monk also said this, proving that this was not his illusion, but that there was really a problem!

Could it be that at that moment, something really affected his behavior?

"This is unlikely. Judging from the current situation, the only person who can influence my behavior is you."

"Of course I won't affect you!"

"It's strange. Could it be that this mortal transformation can still affect my mentality? No, even if it affects my mentality, it cannot forcefully change my behavior."

Meng Fan frowned. The abnormality on his body just now was probably not caused by the incident of transforming into a mortal.

His expression gradually became serious, this was no small matter.

It’s scary to think about it!

He thought carefully and searched through everything he could, but still found nothing that could affect him.

He even thought about the future demon god, which seemed to be the weirdest and most likely thing.

But I am myself, and the future demon gods are future demon gods. One is in this world and the other is in the future.

Is this really the case?

Harm yourself?

Moreover, he subtly influenced himself, what was the point of letting him kill the woman in red?

What's more, he was already planning to kill the woman in red.

"Donor Meng, no matter what it is, your journey to become a mortal is more dangerous than you imagined. This kind of abnormality has never happened to you before you became a mortal, and it appeared just after you became a mortal.

To be honest, I have already regretted mentioning the matter of becoming a mortal to you. I always have an ominous premonition in my heart. "

The old monk's tone was somewhat helpless and indeed full of regret.

It was because I thought Hua Fan was too simple, and I thought Meng Fan was too outrageous.

No, Meng Fan is very evil to begin with!

All I can say is that this transformation into a mortal is not simple.

"Don't be nervous, maybe we are just overthinking."

That being said, it is normal for one person to think too much, but it is obviously abnormal for two people to think too much at the same time.

"Benefactor Meng, I think you should return to Shushan immediately and ask Lin Jinghong or Yipo Anzu to help you investigate. This happened to you just after you became a mortal. I always feel that you were possessed by something after you became a mortal. I’ve been targeted, maybe something more terrifying than imagined will happen!”

The old monk said to Meng Fan extremely cautiously.

This is simply a bit too cautious, and it is really too noisy.

"Old monk, you are too nervous. If there really is something out there that wants to harm me when I transform into a mortal, just kill me right now while I have no cultivation!" Meng Fan was dissatisfied with this. Although he felt a little suspicious, he was not ready to return to the Shushan Sword Sect immediately as the old monk said.

"Donor Meng, if this is really the case, then this existence definitely didn't target you after you became a mortal. Instead, it has been targeting you for a long time. It's just that it only had the opportunity to influence you after you became a mortal! Be careful, it must be That’s right, after all, the journey to becoming a mortal is in danger at every step, and it is indeed necessary to be cautious at every step.”

After hearing the old monk's words, Meng Fan's face became even more hesitant.

He knew very well that what the old monk said made sense, and he had always had a very stable character.

Knowing that there is a problem but still letting it go is really easy to capsize in the gutter.

"Forget it, go back to the Shushan Sword Sect and ask the leader to observe my body first. If there are no problems, then continue down the mountain to transform into a mortal."

Meng Fan was convinced by the old monk. He was not a stubborn person, and when it came to his own safety, he had always been extremely cautious.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. It is really better to rule out this kind of thing.

"However, we have to go back to Shushan tomorrow. Let's stay one more night in Osmanthus Village tonight."

"Why?"

"You already guessed it, why bother asking?"

That night, Meng Fan stayed another night in Osmanthus Village.

The next day, he left Osmanthus Village with an expressionless face, except that his wooden sword had changed from light yellow to dark brown.

Too much blood!

The reason why we stayed in Guihua Village for one night was because many villagers in Guihua Village had gone out to look for the daughter of Yuan Wai.

And whether he can find it or not, he will definitely come back in the evening.

Meng Fan is waiting for them.

We did wait for the evening.

Since Meng Fan walked out of Guihua Village, the whole village was filled with the smell of blood, and no one has walked out since then.

On the way back to Shushan Sword Sect.

"Meng Shizhu, you slaughtered all the people in Guihua Village, and this matter needs to be concealed. Don't mention it to others." The old monk hesitated for a moment, but still warned Meng Fan.

"Why, don't they deserve to die?" Meng Fan asked the old monk back.

"They deserve to die, but as a disciple of Shushan Sword Sect, even if this matter is reasonable, it is against the sect rules, so it is better to hide it." The old monk said.

"That's right." Meng Fan nodded.

At this moment, in fact, the old monk was already very sure that Meng Fan had a problem, which further strengthened his idea of ​​asking Meng Fan to return to Shushan Sword Sect as soon as possible.

These villagers deserved to die, but Meng Fan was indeed much more "ruthless" than before.

And this cruelty was too sudden, which was obviously abnormal.

And this abnormality, Meng Fan himself could not feel, but the old monk could clearly feel it.

What made the old monk feel helpless was that he felt that he could not openly remind Meng Fan at this moment, as he always felt that reminding him would have a more negative effect.

Suddenly.

Meng Fan paused and stopped.

"Old monk, I think we should go to a place before returning to Shushan Sword Sect."

"Where?" The old monk's heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition.

"Qingliang Mountain!"