When Ye Youlan saw the birds scattering randomly, she felt something was wrong and stood up.
Wei Chonglin on the side looked up and asked: "What's wrong? Xiaolan."
Ye Youlan didn't say anything. She stood on tiptoes and leaped to the top of the tree. She looked around and saw fireworks rising into the sky in the distance.
That direction is Xinghua Village.
Her eyes tightened, she turned around and got off the tree, her voice becoming a little darker: "Something happened in the village, let's go back quickly."
"What?"
The three brothers were stunned.
Seeing that Ye Youlan's face was extremely serious, he stopped asking any more questions and followed her down the mountain.
When they returned to Xinghua Village, they found the village destroyed and people dead.
Corpses were everywhere, the dilapidated houses were dyed bright red, and streams of blood were snaking down the walls.
The faces of Wei Chonglin and the others turned pale, as if they had fallen into purgatory, and their eyes turned scarlet in pain.
"how so?"
"What happened? Weren't we fine when we left in the morning?"
"Brother Xiao! Brother Xiao! Wake up."
"Uncle Luo, wuwu..."
"Huzi..."
"Beast! Even the children are not spared! Ahhhh——"
The three men burst into tears and cried to the sky.
Ye Youlan stood there, her eyes red, holding Hu Zi Niang's hand in her hands, dripping with blood.
She was trembling, her chest seemed to be blocked, she wanted to scream but couldn't, and wanted to cry but couldn't.
There was a heavy mountain pressing on my chest, and my mind was at a loss.
Why is this happening?
Suddenly, a struggling and screaming sound came from a small room in the distance, heartbreaking: "No--"
Chen Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, he stood up and rushed over.
"Haha, little girl, it's so strong, and it tastes so strong!"
Two or three bandits grabbed Xiao Lingzi in the house and ravaged her like crazy and inhumanely.
When Chen Feng arrived, Xiao Lingzi had already picked up a dagger and wiped it on his neck. Blood spurted out, driving Chen Feng crazy.
"You damn scumbags!"
With red eyes, he picked up the knife on the ground and was about to stab one of the bandits.
"ah--"
One bandit fell to the ground. When the other two saw this, they raised their knives angrily: "Mad, there is still someone alive, kill me!"
The knife was about to hit Chen Feng very quickly, but a figure was even faster.
The other party kicked them, and the two bandits were kicked out.
As soon as the two men raised their heads, the sword flashed and their necks were wiped, but no blood was spattered.
They can't even see how the other party will take action, and they die.
Ye Youlan stood there, her eyes as bright as stars, extremely cold.
Turning his head, Chen Feng hugged the dying Xiao Lingzi, who was trembling, and burst into tears: "Xiao Lingzi, I'm here, don't cry, don't cry... Look, I picked flowers for you, are they beautiful? Do you like it?"
"
Xiao Lingzi's whole body was broken and bruised, and blood was flowing from her neck.
Her trembling bloody hands slowly held the bouquet of flowers, showing a smile: "Chen...Brother Chen...so...so beautiful..."
After saying that, she slowly lowered her hands, closed her eyes gradually, leaned into Chen Feng's arms, and showed her last smile.
"Ah——" Chen Feng hugged Xiao Lingzi and cried until he became dumb.
Li Yi also cried, and even more he was so angry that he cursed: "It's the people from the 38th Village in Wucheng. Those damn bastards actually attacked the people in the village. They really should be sent to the 18th level of hell!"
"Wucheng Thirty-Eight Villages..."
Ye Youlan lowered her head and murmured to herself, staring at Wei Chonglin, her tone was light and cold: "Where is it?"
Wei Chonglin looked over and saw her face was calm and indifferent, her eyes were bright and deep, as bright as ice and as deep as an abyss, from which no trace of her thoughts could be glimpsed.