Hua Wuque looked at the compass and said in surprise: "Isn't that the direction we came from Qingyun Village?"
"I remember when we came here, we didn't encounter any villages on the road," Ning Fan said.
"Yes, there is only Qingyun Village in that area."
Hua Wuque realized something and said, "No, something might have happened in Qingyun Village."
"Come on, let's go take a look."
"Don't go, they don't care about us when something happens. We have to find the corpse collector as soon as possible."
"No, that old man knows my master, and I want to know more from him." Ning Fan had already rushed over.
"Oh my god, Master Dao is really convinced."
............
The originally peaceful Qingyun Village has been covered by fire.
The square was filled with corpses, adults, children, and women all died tragically, and some even had their heads chopped off.
"Sir, that woman ran away."
The two men in black looked at her calmly and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, she fell into my poisonous palm and she won't live long at all."
"Ahem...you will be punished by God."
The clan leader of Qingyun Village lay dying on the ground, his weak voice full of resentment.
"Old man, are you still alive?" The man squatted down.
"The rest... Qizhai will not let you go..."
"Then I'll wait."
After teasing him for a while, the man left with his people.
More than an hour later, Ning Fan ran over covered in sweat and saw the scene in front of him, and was stunned.
"how so?"
There were hundreds of corpses lying on the playground, including old people, adults, children, and even babies.
"Master Dao's Infinite Heavenly Lord, who would do such a damned thing?" Hua Wuque was also dumbfounded.
Only a short time had passed this time, and all the hundreds of people in the village were dead.
Ning Fan saw the old patriarch, turned him over, checked his pulse, and immediately sealed his acupuncture points: "Old senior, old senior?"
"Ahem..."
The old patriarch coughed, opened his cloudy eyes, and said: "Child, no matter what you encounter, believe in your own heart, don't lose yourself, remember...ahem..."
"Old senior, please stop talking. Fatty, use your inner strength?"
"Hey, it's useless. All his internal organs, seven meridians and eight meridians are broken, and there is only one breath left." Hua Wuque sighed.
Ning Fan originally wanted to use Hua Wuque's inner strength to heal the old patriarch's injuries, but the injuries were too serious.
"Remember my words... Ahem..." The ancestor coughed out blood and said dyingly: "You really look like that person... Ye Tian...
....river."
"Senior, he is my father, is he still alive?"
"Chang...sheng...box, the seven skills...are..." The old patriarch said nothing and closed his eyes completely.
Ning Fan sighed and put the old patriarch down: "Hey."
"Boy, it seems that it's not just the Outer Eight Sects that are targeting us, there may also be external forces."
"Why do you say that?"
"In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, whether it's Jiuzhai or Eight Gates, this is the place. If it were them, they wouldn't be able to do anything to wipe out the whole family."