Shen Yanxiao frowned secretly. It was obviously a knife wound, left by either a swordsman or a knight. Although the wound was almost healed now, it can be inferred from the wound surface that the bone was definitely visible from the knife at that time.
A normal person would never think of it as a stone.
Xiao Ke and Lao Ba's wounds seemed to be caused by magicians and swordsmen, but they accepted two ridiculous and outrageous reasons?
It's really weird.
"Uncle Ba, both you and Uncle Xiao Ke were injured at night?" Shen Yanxiao said in a pretentious manner in order to get more information.
Lao Ba nodded and said without any concealment: "Yes, it's night. Not only us, many people in our village are injured, but they are not serious wounds. Uncle Jiu said it's because we are close to a The yin energy of the cemetery is relatively strong, and some unclean things will cause trouble at night, so this situation occurs. Fortunately, it’s not a serious problem, we are all used to it." Old Ba said with a smile, not feeling anything. Something is wrong.
But the more Shen Yanxiao listened, the more strange he felt.
It doesn't sound like Lao Ba is lying, but the villagers were collectively injured at night. This kind of thing is really wrong. Shen Yanxiao knew very well that the injured villagers were not caused by any ghosts at all, but because they were left behind after fighting with the Caolang mercenary group. Down.
The question is, why do the villagers here seem to have no memory at all?
And such a hideous wound seems to be nothing in their eyes. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they would have been bedridden and extremely weak. How could they be as lively and vigorous as Xiao Ke and Lao Ba? If they hadn't been Seeing the wounds on these two people, Shen Yanxiao found it hard to believe that they were so seriously injured.
Shen Yanxiao was puzzled, but a speck of dust fell in front of her nose.
Before she could react, Old Bach suddenly jumped up, stretched out his big hand, directly picked up Shen Yanxiao and Suzaku, and flew back to the door.
The next second, a large piece of straw fell from the roof, hitting the place where the two of them were standing just now.
"Hey, I just said that Uncle Jiu's house needs to be renovated. When will it stop doing this all the time?" Old Ba looked at the fallen piece of straw, his eyes were used to it, and he just muttered something casually.
Shen Yanxiao and Suzaku were being dragged by his hands at this moment. Their movements were as easy as if he was dragging two pieces of tofu instead of two people.
Even if a grown man wanted to react and drag the two people away in such a short period of time, I'm afraid it would be impossible to drag the two people directly in mid-air.
What surprised Shen Yanxiao even more was that Lao Ba's movements just now were very fast, no less than an intermediate professional.
But in Lao Ba's body, she couldn't feel any fighting spirit or magic at all.
'Some of those villagers are very strong...' Du Lang's words echoed in Shen Yanxiao's mind, and Shen Yanxiao narrowed his eyes slightly.
It seems that everything Du Lang said is true.
But what is hidden in this barren little village? What makes it all look so weird?
Inexplicable riots, villagers who don't know the truth, the powerful old man, and the unbelievable causes of injuries...