Jun Ziqian arrived, and Liu Yun came out when he saw this, with a hint of sadness on his face.
"Master, in Xinghua Village, except for Miss Lan and Wei Chonglin, everyone else..."
Liuyun looked in the direction of the little girl: "The thirty-eight villages in Wucheng have been completely destroyed by Miss Lan!"
At that time, the master who frightened Liu Yun, who was still looking for his master, was actually this little girl.
Moreover, she also changed her face, which is really amazing.
It turns out that this is what she really looks like!
That face before was really ordinary.
Jun Ziqian's eyes had a strange light, and he looked at the little girl with a calm expression.
He walked slowly away, his elegant figure standing in the wind.
Seeing the little girl digging hard at the soil, her hands already so bloody that it was unbearable to look at, Jun Ziqian knelt down, held her wrist, and called her elegantly and softly: "Lan Mei."
Ye Youlan raised her head in a daze, her eyes red when she saw Jun Ziqian.
Her voice trembled, with a hint of crying: "Brother Yanzhi, what should I do? The more I dig, the slower I dig... the slower I dig, Uncle Luo, Uncle Xiao, Hu Zi, Xiaojie... I don't even have time... I don't have time.
Bury them..."
The scorching sun was merciless, and the corpses of the villagers were exposed to the sun and were stinking and rotting. There was no time to sort out their remains.
The little girl's breath was unsteady, and she took deep breaths for a long time, trying not to let herself cry.
Jun Ziqian narrowed his deep eyes, held her hand tightly, and said with great tenderness, "Brother Yanzhi will bury them together with you."
The little girl looked at him and made a muffled voice: "Brother Yanzhi..."
Feeling the little girl's shoulders trembling slightly, he stretched out his hand to touch her head with pity: "Be good, cry, no one will laugh at you."
The little girl stared at him for a while, silently, her lips trembling.
The voice pressed in the throat was broken and broken, one after another, and then it seemed that it couldn't be suppressed, and it shook even more violently.
Junziqian's eyes were deep, and he suddenly started tugging at his heart without knowing it, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.
How could such a clean and kind little girl be able to withstand such a huge change?
He sighed slightly, gently pressed the little girl into his arms, and said gently: "Cry."
His hand gently stroked the little girl's hair.
The person in his arms finally couldn't bear it anymore and buried himself in his chest, crying out loud.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...It's all my fault...if I had found out earlier...if I had...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
By her crying.
He stayed with me silently.
Until she was tired of crying and choked silently.
Jun Ziqian slowly raised her face and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.
He lowered his head and comforted softly: "It's not your fault, it's because those bandits were too rampant, and you have already avenged the villagers."
Jun Ziqian rubbed her head with one hand: "Brother Yanzhi is here and will always be with you."
The little girl raised her head, rubbed her red and swollen eyes, and nodded obediently.
Next, they slowly buried the villagers one by one.
Almost all government officials from all over the county and town came.
I have to come, King Qin is here!
They didn't dare to point out his identity, but they still had to be respectful.
The villagers in Xinghua Village were massacred by bandits, which was the responsibility of the government.
The Thirty-eight Villages of Wucheng have kept them lawless for so many years, and no one has been able to solve it.
It's either incompetence or cover-up from above and below.
The King of Qin will definitely investigate.
All the officials in the county and city were trembling with fear.
The King of Qin issued an order to clean up the corrupt officials.
When the officials and county magistrates heard this, their souls were half gone.