Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

What the hell is this place?

Xu Sanyan has never felt so powerless, even when he met Cisheng in Miaoyin Temple before.

At least he still had his magic power in Miaoyin Temple, and he could still make a desperate effort.

But now he has lost all his magic power, and he is powerless even if he wants to risk his life. Fortunately, he still has the panel, which keeps the last glimmer of hope for him.

Dagu Mountain...

The Yue family woman just said these three words, and Xu Sanyan heard it clearly. Could it be that the dark mountain is called Dagu Mountain?

But what's the use of knowing the name?

"Sha, Sha~~"

The sound of clothes rubbing against the bamboo bed came to his ears. Xu Sanyan opened a gap very obscurely, and the old man left.

Xu Sanyan waited for a while, but did not see the old man come back, so he moved slightly and listened again, and there was nothing unusual.

Huh...

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out the book quietly, flipped through it carefully, and soon found the Woniu Poetry. It only had a few short sentences. It was a simple poem that could be memorized after reading it a few times.

He never thought that there would be a day when he would study hard secretly.

The light in the room was getting darker and darker. Xu Sanyan looked up and looked out the window. The sky seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, blocking the light, and some small lights slipped out through the gaps between the black cloth, bringing a ray of light.

The woman next to him suddenly woke up, stood up quickly, and shouted with panic in her eyes, "Soul, soul."

Xu Sanyan was horrified and thought it was not good. He quickly stuffed the book into his arms and lay on the bamboo bed pretending to sleep.

He just closed his eyes and heard the old man's voice in his ears, "You disturbed your classmates, and the ruler will be used three times."

Xu Sanyan's temples were covered with cold sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He just hoped that the old man didn't find it.

The girl from the Yue family fell into confusion again, and she obediently stretched out her hand and received three blows from the ruler, and the crisp "slap" sound came into her ears.

Xu Sanyan could almost feel the pain that penetrated deep into his bones.

"Go to sleep." The old man said.

The girl from the Yue family obediently went to bed, and there was a slight "creaking" sound from the bamboo bed.

Xu Sanyan's heart was in his throat. Although he didn't open his eyes, he knew that the old man had not left, and he always felt that the old man was watching him.

As the footsteps rose, the old man turned around and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, Xu Sanyan felt a cold touch from his temples, as if a pair of cold hands were gently stroking him, and this feeling made his heart beat violently.

He... was helping him wipe the cold sweat from his temples! !

Xu Sanyan's breathing stopped for a moment, and then returned to normal. The hands were taken away, and with the sound of footsteps, the old man left.

Xu Sanyan was extremely shocked, he knew he was not asleep!

He definitely knew!

But why didn't he do it to himself?

Is it because... I didn't violate the ban?

Xu Sanyan thought about it carefully. The first time he was beaten was because he was late, and the second time was because he made a small move.

The three people from the Yue family were the same. The first time was also because they were late, and the second and third times were because they disturbed the classmates.

So... as long as you don't make mistakes, it's okay?

Why did the others become so small?

Homework!

They couldn't complete the homework assigned by the teacher. If they didn't complete it once, they would be punished with three times. As time went by, they became smaller and smaller.

Because they had no self-awareness, they would only follow the process mechanically. They would go to class when it was time, and go back to sleep after class. They would never complete their homework.

Xu Sanyan seemed to understand something.

In addition to the "soul" mentioned by the Yue family woman just now, he guessed that these people might have lost their souls for some reason and came to this world for some reason.

But the key point now is how can he get out?

Using brute force would definitely not work, and there was no brute force to use now. His current strength was not even as good as that of Da Huangya. How could he fight against the elusive lecturer?

Thoughts were surging in his mind, and a deep sense of fatigue swept over his body. Xu Sanyan tried hard not to fall asleep, but he fell into a dream without realizing it.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky brightened up, and a gong sounded, waking them up.

Everyone opened their eyes, their eyes regained clarity, and the dormitory was suddenly in chaos.

"I want to get out!" someone shouted shrilly.

"Da! Gu! Shan!"

Someone gritted his teeth and his little face was full of resentment.

When you are weak enough, even anger looks so cute.

The three of the Yue family quickly gathered together. The three of them were originally about the same age, and they all looked like twenty-seven or twenty-eight, but the woman had been punished the most by the ruler, and now she looked like a girl of eighteen or nineteen.

At this time, they could not protect themselves, and they no longer had the mind to capture Xu Sanyan.

"Ding~"

The second gong sounded, and everyone fell into confusion again, and lined up obediently to walk towards the school.

The old man stood behind the desk, holding a ruler in his hand and testing everyone one by one, "Recite the Book of Poetry of Lying Cow."

The child stood there in a daze.

"If you don't complete the homework, you will be hit three times with the ruler." The old man stretched out the ruler and hit three times.

Xu Sanyan stood in the middle of the team and observed silently. He found that every time before taking action, the old man always gave a reason, as if it was some kind of rule.

The crowd moved forward one after another, and Xu Sanyan noticed that there was a child about two or three years old, who was so small that he was not even as high as his knee. After being hit three times with the ruler, he immediately disappeared into the world.

Xu Sanyan pursed his lips. This person was afraid that his soul had dissipated and there was no way to survive.

The team moved forward one after another and soon came to Xu Sanyan. The old man's eyes were silent, "Recite the Book of Poetry of Lying Cow."

Xu Sanyan thought for a moment and said, "The green grass drips with morning dew, and the shepherd boy pulls the nose rope..."

As the poem was recited, the old man's eyes seemed to reveal a strange color. He stared at Xu Sanyan closely and said after a long time, "The homework is completed."

As soon as the voice fell, a dark light poured into the top of his head. Xu Sanyan suddenly opened his eyes wide. He felt something entering his body...

It was something different from magic power and essence. It could not be described in words. The comfort that penetrated into the soul made him tremble all over, and he could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart.

Xu Sanyan closed his eyes gently. There seemed to be something more in his mind...some incomplete memories that did not belong to him?

He saw "himself" leading people to break into a civilian's house, kill the man, and rape the woman, and let the woman cry and scream without being moved.

This behavior is very much like his style, but Xu Sanyan doesn't remember doing this.

The scene changes, and he sees "himself" lying in the bathtub again.

He stares at the water surface, which reflects a blurry picture of a woman with a charming face, licking her red lips, as if admiring her beautiful face.

The memory fragments are broken again, this time he becomes a teenager, sitting quietly on a luxurious wooden chair, holding a book in his hands, but his eyes are staring at the birds outside the window.

Xu Sanyan wants to pull his eyes back to the book, but finds that he can't do it. He is just a spectator from the first perspective and cannot affect the picture in his memory.