This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

They have killed no idea how many people they have, and now they are targeting their own relatives. They deserve to die!

An Ling looked coldly at the red-robed man who rolled to the ground after being hit by the air wave, and she felt sullen. But if she said to kill them all, that would definitely not work. The whole village must have participated in this matter. If she wanted to punish the evildoers, wouldn't she have to massacre the whole village? Then what was the difference between her, An Ling, and the evil cultivator?

But she was still very angry in her heart and she must punish this group of people and make them pay the price they deserved!

Beads of blood rolled on An Ling's Xiangzhu sword, but the sword was not stained at all. She just waved it lightly, and the dirty blood on the sword was shaken off. After casually making a sword flower, she put the sword back into the sheath.

"Girl, are you okay?" She stretched out her hand and pulled up Qin Lanzhi who was lying on the ground. Seeing the girl's dull eyes, she waved in front of the girl, trying to wake her up. Seeing that she still didn't respond, she took her hand and transferred spiritual power into her body.

Qin Lanzhi's pale complexion visibly improved. She rolled her eyes stiffly, her big eyes blinked twice, and she murmured in confusion: "I... am not dead?"

An Ling breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the girl was fine. If she encountered the same situation as Tang Feng who lost his soul, it would be troublesome. Fortunately, she was not scared silly.

Her sight turned to the group of villagers on the ground who were staring blankly at the mandrill's corpse. To be honest, she didn't have any suitable way to deal with this group of people. After thinking for a while, she took out a hemp rope from her storage ring and tied up the leaders tightly. For the rest of the people, she tied their wrists with a hemp rope and lined them up for escort. Finally, she left the villager who looked the most frightened and ordered him to drag the mandrill's corpse back to Panxi Village. Then she led a group of people to Panxi Village. She had to solve the problem at the root. If she simply killed people, such things would continue to happen in this ignorant mountain village.

After witnessing the "Lord Mountain God" who had been worshipped by the collective for decades being killed by a seemingly ordinary woman in front of them, the villagers became much more obedient. Most of them lowered their heads dejectedly and let An Ling order them around. Only a few of them continued to curse: "You are dead! How dare you offend the gods! The Lord Mountain God will never let you go!"

Hearing this, An Ling just rolled her eyes speechlessly and said, "Look at the head in your witch's arms! It would be best if it could come back from the underworld to find me, because if I see it again, I will kill it again to see if my sword is sharper or its head is hard enough!"

These ruthless remarks only frightened those whose brains had not been completely fooled, but those ignorant villagers who had been brainwashed by the sacrificial rules had no way of recognizing their current situation. They continued to spit and insult An Ling, causing her to roll a few grass balls and stuff them into their mouths - and they finally quieted down.

Qin Lanzhi, the protagonist of the "wedding", did not say a word. She just followed An Ling's steps silently as if she had lost her soul. Even when her legs were cut by sharp grass and trees, she did not frown even once. Her wooden expression was very pitiful to see.

"Alas!" An Ling could only sigh when she saw her like this. Being tied up by her relatives and given to monsters as food, the psychological trauma was indeed too severe. She could only hope that she could get over it as soon as possible and start a new life.

……

An Ling brought a group of villagers and the body of the mandrill to Panxi Village.

The situation of Panxi Village: As the name suggests, the whole village is built around a stream that meanders from the mountain. The villagers are distributed along the banks of the stream from top to bottom according to their power and status. The more prestigious and powerful people are, the closer they are to the upper reaches of the stream.

An Ling took a look at the surroundings and discovered that Panxi Village had hundreds of acres of fertile land, neatly built houses, and villagers living and working in peace and contentment. It actually felt a bit like a paradise on earth, but considering what they did, the name was a bit too ironic.

It was late at night and all the villagers had gone to bed. The whole village was pitch dark and so quiet that the only sound was the sound of the villagers turning over.

"Woof woof woof!" Hearing the noise, the yellow dog rushed out of the village and barked at everyone!

An Ling frowned slightly, stretched out her finger and flicked the dog, causing it to fall asleep. She explained to everyone, "Don't panic, I just let it sleep."

Unexpectedly, after seeing this "Sleeping Technique", the villagers who were originally insulting her actually shouted excitedly: "Immortal! This is an immortal!" An unhealthy blush and excitement appeared on their faces, and they looked at An Ling with glowing eyes, as if they wanted to stare through her.

ah? what's the situation?

An Ling was a little confused about the situation. I had shown some of my skills when I killed the monster just now, and he was still scolding me. Why is he so shocked after seeing a very ordinary sleeping spell?

She coughed lightly and replied, "I'm not an immortal. I'm just a cultivator who knows some magic." She never thought that disciples of immortal sects or cultivators were superior to others. She just introduced her identity modestly.

The villagers seemed to be waiting for these words. They all knelt down collectively. Those tied with ropes, one by one, all knelt down in front of An Ling and kowtowed devoutly, saying, "Please bless us, immortal..." The following contents were miscellaneous, probably praying for the safety of their family members, or other wishes.

An Ling did not want to accept this gift. She stepped aside and said, "You guys should get up first. I am not a god, and I cannot fulfill your wishes!"

Among the villagers, only the high priestess did not kneel down. The high priestess, who was also the matchmaker and Qin Lanzhi's aunt, just stared blankly at the head of the mandrill in her arms without saying a word.

One of the villagers shouted to An Ling, "Immortal! You know magic! If you can use a little magic, like turning stone into gold, calling the wind and rain, wouldn't we be rich? Immortal! Please bless us!"

When the villagers heard this, they also began to agree with the noise, and soon woke up the other people who stayed in the village.

The village chief, the woman with the baby, the lame man who lived at the downstream of the water source... everyone in the village came, and each person held a torch, lighting up the surroundings as if it were daytime.

An Ling just watched coldly the ridiculous behavior of the villagers, watching the young and middle-aged men in the village enthusiastically introducing An Ling's magic to their wives and children, watching the village chief squatting beside the corpse of the mandrill with tears streaming down his face, watching the children ignorantly following the ignorant believers in chanting words of prayer for blessings... She suddenly felt very tired. This village was like a moss-covered grave, full of decayed death. Anyone who stayed here would suffer from rotten hearts and lungs if they were touched by it.

In the end, the entire village knelt down to An Ling. They prayed that An Ling could protect Panxi Village and fulfill their foolish and greedy wishes. For this, they made countless promises to An Ling.

Including but not limited to annual human sacrifice ceremonies, worshiping An Ling as a god, providing An Ling with boys and girls as materials for alchemy, etc.

"You guys are really... crazy..."

An Ling finally understood the rules of how this world works, why there are so many evil practitioners, and why some people live in poverty all their lives - for the ignorant mountain villages, good education and guidance are more important wealth than turning stone into gold.