"Brush brush brush brush!"
On this side, Wang Simin and the others also knew that the villagers were coming from a bad place, and without waiting for Han Qianqian to say more, they had already drawn their swords collectively.
The situation was critical as both sides drew their swords at once.
"Stop, put all your weapons away." Han Qianqian shouted coldly, although Wang Simin and the others did not understand, but the look in Han Qianqian's eyes did not allow anyone to argue, so they could only stiffen their heads and put away the weapons in their hands in a depressed manner.
At this point, Han Qianqian bowed slightly and hurriedly explained, "Village Chief, what do you mean by that? Do you know why the living person in the coffin has caused you such a burst of anger?"
"Don't pretend in front of me, if you are not one of its people, how would you know that the coffin contains a living person? I was wrong to believe you, you are obviously its accomplices! Come, men." The village chief shouted angrily, and in the next second, a group of villagers immediately attacked towards Han Qianqian and the others.
Outside the house, more villagers also chased in with fury.
"No one must be hurt." Han Qianqian shouted angrily at Wang Simin and the others, and the Qi of Chaos in his hand opened wide directly!
"Break!"
Boom!
An extremely strong Qi was instantly released from Han Qianqian's body!
Almost all of the villagers, all of them, were rushed by the Qi energy, and before they could reflect at all, all of the people in the house had been blown dead against the wall by the Qi energy and were unable to move.
And the villagers who rushed in from outside were suddenly all blown backwards!
"That's enough." Han Qianqian shouted, and all of a sudden, no one dared to move again, inside or outside the entire house.
"Haha, hahahahaha!"
At that moment, the old village chief suddenly laughed and looked at Han Qianqian and cursed angrily, "If you want to kill me, just come straight to me, as the village chief, I have trusted you wrongly, I have wronged my son and daughter-in-law, and I have wronged the whole village people.
Han Qianqian frowned and slightly withdrew the breath that had trapped the village chief: "Village chief, we have stayed here, we are more than grateful, how could we kill you? I don't quite understand the meaning of your words."
"What? Are you still acting in front of us now?" The old village chief snorted disdainfully, "I don't think you need to do that, the people of my village and you demons are inseparable!"
"Acting?" Han Qianqian could hardly understand, "You are all nothing more than ants in my hands, wouldn't it be easy to kill you? Do I need to put on a show in front of you?"
"There must be some misunderstanding here."
"Three thousand people don't need to pay attention to them, they are the ones who are being weird and strange, but now they are backtracking on us, we will see the real thing under the knife, let's fight them." As soon as Wang Simin's words fell, he was about to charge against the raised sword on the spot.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound, Wang Simin just started, but the sword in his hand was suddenly sent flying by a strange force, the whole person also wrist a pain.
When he looked back, the sword had been ruthlessly thrust into the wall next to him.
"Three thousand!" Wang Simin looked at Han Qianqian in disbelief.
"They are not thieves, nor are they bad people, just unarmed ordinary people." Han Qianqian said in a cold voice.
Han Qianqian was naturally powerful enough to trap so many villagers in one breath, but it also reflected the abilities of most of the people in the village.
After saying this, Han Qianqian looked back at the village chief and withdrew his hold on the other villagers: "Village chief, we may not be good people, but we are not bad people by any means. What is the connection between my knowing that the coffin is alive and what happened tonight that caused all of you to change your attitudes?"
Looking at Han Qianqian's actions just now, and the sincerity in Han Qianqian's eyes now, the old village chief's anger gradually subsided somewhat: "Are you really not one of it?"
"Village Chief, who is this it?" Han Qianqian was puzzled.
"Three thousand is our ally, always only we are his people, who is qualified to make him a human subordinate?" Mo Yang explained.
"That's right."
"That's right!"
The crowd that followed also nodded their heads in unison.
Seeing this, the old village frowned, "Could it be that I have misunderstood you all?"
"Village Chief, what exactly has happened?" Han Qianqian asked.