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This emotion is even stronger, despair and angry. Unlike the "Bai Ze" of the mountains and rivers, its intelligence is not high, but it just falls into anger and unwillingness before death.

"What kind of injustice is there? Tell me quickly!"

After waiting for a long time without success, Fang Yuhao shouted loudly.

This dying soul seemed to have discovered Fang Yuhao, and a strange spiritual fluctuation came into his mind.

Fang Yuhao did not resist and relaxed his mind.

Several fragmentary scenes appeared in my mind.

They were five men in black who sneaked into the village...

...

The "Five Brothers of Hao" are famous as thieves in the Yangtze River. They are so cruel that they can stop children from crying at night. The exquisite "Cangsong Sword Technique" has killed many famous and upright sects who claim to be "doing the way for heaven".

But at the same time, they have another identity, that is, Song Valve Gun.

Only by working hard for the Song family can we obtain a long-lasting source of soul beads.

"Third brother, second brother, you guys watch at the village head, leaving no living!" said a big man in the lead.

They worked hard for the Song family for a long time. Although they were frustrated, they had to do so due to the Soul Pearl.

It was strange that these people entered the village without being affected by Qing Xingling. Even the City God did not identify these people who had fallen into evil at the beginning.

"Bang!"

A big man in the lead sneaked into the village and destroyed the statue of the City God as soon as possible. It was obvious that he came prepared.

"Who?!"

A militia discovered this scene, was extremely furious and rose up to resist.

However, these men in black were like ghosts, and they obviously had mastered superb martial arts and instantly assassinated them under the sword.

Although the villagers were extremely fierce, there was no one who could stop three moves under such superman's body skills.

"Kill them all, kill them all!"

In just over twenty minutes, both women and children, the elderly, weak, widows and widows all fell into a pool of blood.

"Cheer, cheerful! I'm suppressed by the City God all day long, so frustrated... Thanks to the magic weapon given by the little prince, we can avoid the City God's eyes and ears. Otherwise, how could it be that easy?" A big man in black roared excitedly, crawling on the woman's body to suck blood, with a bloodthirsty expression on his face.

The woman under her was not dead yet. Looking at the corpses in the village, her expression was already numb, and she wished she could die as soon as possible.

The others were doing the same thing, and that was how the shriveled corpses came.

"Brother, I have checked it, and there is no living!"

Another masked man smiled grimly: "This Daqingshan is said to have a real mountain god, and it is the territory that the prince is bound to win. We should have blamed Chen Jianyun this time..."

After drinking the blood, the group stood up one by one, laughed loudly, and walked out of the village entrance.

"Hey, respect him, Chen Jianyun is a hero. Although he has been invaded by evil spirits, he has endured it for four years and has not been able to get into evil..."

"So what about patience? I can't escape this disaster at this moment!"

Everyone laughed gloatingly as they spoke.

"Don't blame us, if you want to blame, you will blame you for being ungrateful!"

The picture gradually faded and finally disappeared.

The City God could not leave the village, so he could only watch them leave and go away...

Only one breath left, persisting for a long time...

Seeing this, Fang Yuhao felt very depressed.

Another rage of anger burned in the chest.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. The entire Jiuzhou Realm is not just a peaceful Daqing Mountain, but also other miscellaneous things.

The filth in this world is always more than imagined.

Fang Yuhao stood in front of the collapsed statue and sighed: "Since it was not done by Chen Jianyun..."

"Sir, sir!" An official came into the temple.

He said with a deep heart: "344 people in Shangtang Village were killed 331 people. Only some woodcutters and fishermen who went out survived..."

"It should be done by people who have entered evil spirits, and this kind of skill can kill so many people in a short period of time, which is not something that ordinary people can do... We can't see what kind of sword technique we use for the time being."

There were more than a dozen men and women outside, crying loudly, with their sharp and hoarse voices so bitter, as if they had been soaked in Coptis chinensis water.

As disaster comes, the whole village dies tragically, things change, and yin and yang are separated.

Such pain is far more unbearable than torture.

Fang Yuhao shook his head: "Did Lord Chen have old grudges in the past?"

The official smiled bitterly and said, "I've gone too much...ah..."

How could an official have no old grudges? And in order to maintain public order, he would always blame some people so much.

Fang Yuhao thought for a while and said, "It's getting late at this moment, and the city god here has been destroyed. You should find a nearby village and rest for a night."

While he said, he carefully placed the head of the City God in a basket and carried the basket on his body.

The official said strangely: "Sir, where are you?"

Fang Yuhao's face was cold.

He sighed softly.

Another major decision ever made.

"kill!"

There was a silence in the temple.

"Sir, you found out the whereabouts of the bad guy? I'll go with you!"

Several men who were crying loudly also showed a look of desire.

"I am enough for this kind of thing." Fang Yuhao shook his head: "This guy who is evil is very skilled in martial arts, but it is not good if there are too many people. The dead are gone, and those who are alive should live well."

After saying this, he walked out of Shangtang Village step by step.

A group of people behind him felt a strong vitality radiating from the basket Fang Yuhao was carrying...

This is the last rebirth of the local city god!

"Psychic man!"

"Sir, you can communicate with the City God!"

In an instant, all the villagers knelt down together, crying bitterly, and kowtowed to the direction where Fang Yuhao left...

The sun sets, leaving only a trace of afterglow.

Soon, it started to rain again in the sky, and it drizzled on the hat.

"Bai Ze!" Fang Yuhao shouted loudly.

roar!

The souls of mountains and rivers appeared and were disturbed to sleep, and seemed a little unhappy. However, when it saw Fang Yuhao, it became happy again.

Bai Ze soon discovered that Fang Yuhao was not very happy. This guy who already knew how to observe his expressions and expressions closed his mouth.

It also discovered the statue in the basket behind it, and became a little curious.

This soul is not in good condition and will soon dissipate.

"Communicate with it, it will help you find your enemy." Fang Yuhao said to the statue.

The two are actually similar types of creatures, and it is not that troublesome to communicate.

A few minutes later, Bai Ze understood Fang Yuhao's request, shouted softly, and began to guide him.

As long as this group of evil people is within the Daqingshan boundary, it is not difficult for Bai Ze to find out.
Chapter completed!