My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Hearing the words of the short-bearded man, the old man suddenly opened his sharp eyes, and there was obvious displeasure on the dry old face.

"Why is it getting less and less?!"

The old man's voice was hoarse and gloomy, which made people feel a little creepy.

The short-bearded man opened the suitcase and replied, "The wind has been tight recently, and those people don't dare to be too blatant."

Hearing this, the old man snorted coldly, "Trash!"

The short-bearded man lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"Nine-nine-eighty-one boys and girls, only the last ten are missing, the ancient method of life extension can be completed, and your benefits will be indispensable at that time."

The old man glanced at the short-bearded man and said something.

The short-bearded man had a look of joy on his face and excitedly assured, "Thank you, Master, don't worry, my apprentice will find you the last ten boys and girls."

The assurance of the short-bearded man made the old man very satisfied. After nodding slightly, he signaled the short-bearded man to start moving.

The short-bearded man immediately understood what the old man meant, grabbed one of the boys in the suitcase, and slipped to the pool of blood.

But suddenly, the dagger in the short-bearded man's hand suddenly turned in a different direction, and the sharp point of the knife was directly pressing against the old man's throat.

The old man was suddenly startled, and immediately became furious.

"Bastard!"

The old man shouted angrily and used the power of magic in his body, trying to kill the short-bearded man with one move.

However, the next moment the old man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened in disbelief.

At the same time, the sharp dagger of the short-bearded man mercilessly pierced the old man's throat.

"Pfft-"

The blood spurted out and splashed the short-bearded man's face, but the short-bearded man didn't care at all, but instead laughed strangely.

"You, you... bang—"

The old man's mouth opened and closed, blood continued to pour out of his mouth, and finally fell from the futon by the pool, and soon lost his breath.

After the old man died, the short-bearded man did not relax. Instead, he quickly took out a palm-sized mini wooden sword. The whole body was pitch-black, and there was an odd smell.

Before the old man's ghost left his body, the short-bearded man started chanting a spell. At the moment when the old man's ghost left his body, he took the opportunity to seal it on the dark mini wooden sword.

"Ah—you scoundrel, scoundrel!"

The old man who was sealed in the mini wooden sword let out bursts of violent shouts, but was quickly cut off by the short-bearded man.

Looking at the mini wooden sword in his hand, the short-bearded man laughed twice, "My good master, I have been preparing for five years to deal with you.

Now, you finally died in my hands, it only took five years, and it was worth it. "

After speaking, the short-bearded man put away the mini wooden sword, and when his eyes fell on the blood pool, he showed ecstasy.

"The ancient life extension technique, hahaha, as long as this life extension technique is successful, then I will have an infinite lifespan, and I will be the only human being who has the same lifespan as the heavens and the earth!

No, not a human being, I am a god, I am a god who lives with heaven and earth! My God alone! Hahaha--"

Thinking of the future glory, the short-bearded man laughed heartily, as if the so-called life extension technique he said had been successful.

But the next moment, the short-bearded man's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Who!"

Aware of the unfamiliar aura, the short-bearded man turned around suddenly, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.