Pseudo-Villaines

Cursed Twins

Jean's vegetables opened her eyes. He felt stuffy and sultry. Darkened. This room is very dark. As she wants to move her body, Jean realizes that she is bound. His hands, feet, and body. The fighting was also in vain. This bond is very strong.

Jean clicked his tongue. As he thought, Piotr was not just a friendly village chief. He is much more 'friendly' than he thought. But it doesn't matter. The old man could not be anything to her.

Although it was dark, Jean could see around him. No doubt, this is a basement. The squeaking sound of rats and cockroaches roaming freely was enough to be proof.

Plus, this room was flooded with very smelly water. It's not deep, not even to the ankles. But anyone who enters this room will definitely vomit because of the smell.

Jean remained silent for a while, until finally the sound of a large door opening sounded. Jean looked over a little. That door was the link between the outside world and this basement. The sunlight came in through there. And so do some people. Once counted, they were 14.

"Are you awake, son?"

Piotr's voice echoed throughout the room. His voice was still the same, hoarse. But the intonation is different. There is no more hospitality in it. Jean could feel the cunning and lies within her.

Piotr was followed by 13 others. They are young men in their 20s with a stocky body and a scary look. Jean clearly saw that their cultivation level was at level 4.

"Well, old man. It's rude to let your guests sleep in this filthy basement right? You are not a good host."

Piotr chuckled. But he coughed. His old body shook quite hard. Had it not been sustained by the young man behind her, she might have already fallen to the floor filled with this disgusting water.

"This may not be your good fortune, son. Too bad you found this place. You know why this place has so few inhabitants? The answer was simple, I sold them to slave traders and earned a lot of money from there.

"Thanks to the young men behind me, no one dared to resist. They obediently surrendered themselves to the slave traders and were taken to the capital. They'll get a more decent life under the rich, right?"

Piotr laughed again. Jean finally understood. Apart from bandit attacks, the village was also poor because the village chief sold the inhabitants to slave traders. After all, this is a fairly common practice. Jean herself is not very concerned and not interested in the story of old man Piotr.

"So, what do you want to do now, old man? Sold me as a slave too? Hmmmmm.... With my current condition, you'll get a good price."

Piotr's narrowed eyes looked at Jean sharply. She and the young men behind her tried to bring out intimidation but Jean felt nothing. It's funny to see them pushing so hard.

"But this is better than getting nothing. After all, it's not just you that I'm going to sell. Hey you, get me something else!"

Piotr told one of his men to take something. A moment later, his men brought a cage commonly used to lock up stray dogs. But what was inside was not a dog at all. They were two little girls in their 12s.

Jean knew where they were from the beginning. So he wasn't surprised. What shocked him was the strange power that was within the two. Jean has no clue as to what kind of power they have, but one thing is for sure, that power is not something to play around with.

The two girls are asleep. Jean could see traces of tears on their faces. So too with fear. Piotr who saw the two laughed loudly.

"Nobody wants to buy them. Whoever touches them, that guy's gonna be shit. Their presence makes this village a very bad place! Luckily someone came to me and said they would buy them! Ahahaha!!"

Piotr laughed loudly. His men grinned wide. What they did not expect, Jean also laughed out loud. They are a very funny group of people!

One of the young men was very upset. He approached Jean and prepared to raise his fist. But honey, what he expected never happened. The young man felt pain in his neck. His mouth was spitting out fresh blood.

When he realized, it was too late. His neck had been hollow and blood spurted profusely from there. His huge body slammed onto the floor and his life floated right then and there.

"W-what are you doing!? You guys, kill this kid!"

Piotr sensed something dangerous from Jean and he did not waste his time. Piotr ordered his men to finish off Jean at once but the opposite happened.

Even before Piotr's eyes blinked, Jean had disappeared from his chair. All ties have been broken. He appeared behind his men and killed them all at once by chopping their heads off one by one. All of this he did in ten seconds.

Piotr's eyes were filled with fear as he saw Jean smiling towards him. He can't escape. Jean's smile grew wider as she raised both her hands and said something.

"Goodbye, old man Piotr."

And only then, Piotr's head was separated from his body.