The land was charred, incomplete houses, and little bits of fire were burning everywhere in the village.
All the peace and tranquility had disappeared, and the thick smell of blood filled the air.
It was really difficult for Shen Yanxiao to connect such a miserable scene in front of her with such a simple and unpretentious village. Based on the news from Zhuque, she walked in the direction of Zhuque. Along the way, she saw the corpses of many villagers. Those lifeless corpses lay quietly on the ground, and the soil beneath them was stained red with blood.
Many of these villagers had met Shen Yanxiao once before. Shen Yanxiao could even clearly remember that the uncle lying next to the wall once enthusiastically stuffed two hot steamed buns into her arms.
The innocent and honest smiles of the villagers seemed to be still before their eyes, but they could never wake up.
Shen Yanxiao frowned. Although she had always felt that this village was very strange, it was difficult for her to feel any disgust towards these villagers.
She has seen countless dark sides of time, but she still cherishes the positive things.
The more valuable something is, the more precious it is.
Shen Yanxiao felt a little heavier in her heart. Only after seeing Suzaku could she know what happened in this small village!
Soon, Shen Yanxiao found Suzaku behind a dilapidated thatched house.
Suzaku's small body squatted on the wall, staring at something with excitement.
Shen Yanxiao walked over, and the little phoenix squatting on Suzaku's head immediately noticed her appearance and flapped its wings happily.
Zhuque turned to look at Shen Yanxiao, snorted arrogantly and silently, and then hooked his white and tender fingers at her.
Shen Yanxiao frowned, walked to Suzaku, followed Suzaku's line of sight, and looked not far away.
Uncle Jiu stood not far away with his arms around his back. His whole body was covered in scars. He was breathing heavily, relying on the crutches in his hands to barely support his body.
Opposite Uncle Jiu, there is a young boy who is about thirteen or fourteen years old. He is extremely delicate and handsome. Although he is still young, it can be seen that he will grow into a beautiful boy who will amaze the world in the future. Unfortunately, this young boy There was no expression on the pretty boy's handsome face, and it was hard to see any fluctuations in his cold eyes. He stood upright opposite Uncle Jiu, his hands and fingers hanging on both sides of his body were full of blood, and red blood dripped down his face. His fingertips dripped and fell on the two corpses lying at his feet.
The two corpses were both villagers from this village. A hole had been ripped out of the chests of the two men, and the hearts that had been taken out were held in the hands of the young man at this moment.
Shen Yanxiao had seen many of the world's top killers in his previous life. When those people killed people, their expressions would not fluctuate at all. The most important thing is the eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Whether a person's emotions are There are fluctuations, mainly looking at the eyes. Even the top killers find it difficult to be completely unaware. However, the eyes of the beautiful young man in front of him seem to be covered with a layer of frost, without any change at all.
"Who is that kid?" Shen Yanxiao rarely sees someone who is so ruthless, and the other person seems to be about the same age as her body. He is so young, and he can be so ruthless. It is really incredible. It's hard to imagine.