Li Xuan returned to Xiangcao Village uneasy and headed straight to Huang Feng's house, wanting to ask about the situation of the dealings with the barbarians.
Huang Feng was sleeping heavily. The hard work of ten days made the old man very tired. He lay down and fell asleep. It was almost dark and he was still not awake.
Wake up by Li Xuan, Huang Feng got up sleepily and asked, "It's Li Xuan, is there anything wrong?"
"Grandpa, where are those blue star grasses? Have you traded with the barbarians?"
Li Xuan asked straight to the point.
Huang Feng asked in confusion: "Why are you asking these?"
"I always feel something is wrong..." Li Xuan took out the gold ingots, "Look at these gold ingots."
Huang Feng took the gold ingots over and his face changed: "Where did you get it?"
"It was picked up from several demon races. They wanted to rob me, but I killed me."
Li Xuan said.
Huang Feng opened his mouth wide. He heard that Li Xuan killed a snowman. He didn't expect that he could even handle the fierce demon clan. It seems that Zhao Dazhuang's title of the number one warrior in the village is about to be taken away by Li Xuan.
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However, he had no intention of studying where Li Xuan's ability came from. He carefully looked at the Jinding for a while and said, "This is indeed the Jinding of the Barbarian tribe. How could there be such a thing on the demon tribe?"
"That's why I have to ask whether the transaction between the village and the barbarians has been completed? There will be no accident, right?"
Li Xuan said anxiously that his feeling of anxiety was getting stronger and stronger, which was a unique premonition of monks.
"Li Yong and Zhao Dazhuang went to Xuejia Manor early in the morning. If you calculate the time, you should have come back long ago..." Huang Feng also realized something was wrong.
"I'll go and have a look."
Li Xuan frowned, rushed out of Huang Feng's house, and ran along the way down the mountain.
Huang Feng put on his clothes and followed behind and shouted breathlessly: "Li Xuan, wait for me, wait for me!"
Li Xuan ran all the way, and when he arrived at a narrow mountain road, he suddenly stopped.
On the mountain road not far away, there was a strong smell of blood coming from under the dense shadows of trees.
He walked slowly over and saw seven people covered in bruises on the ground, under them, a pool of blood that had not yet been completely solidified.
"Dad!"
Li Xuan shouted and rushed over.
Li Yong fell to the ground, his eyes closed, and more than a dozen knife wounds on his body, and blood was flowing. Fortunately, he was breathing faintly.
Li Xuan helped Li Yong up and entered a ball of shadow spiritual power into his body.
He regrets it a little now and should practice the healing spell first.
The abundant shadow spiritual power had an effect. Li Yong opened his eyes slightly and saw Li Xuan.
"Li Xuan..." Li Yong said weakly.
"Dad, don't talk."
Li Xuan hurriedly said that Li Yong's body was too weak. If it were not for the maintenance of the shadow spiritual power, he would have the possibility of dying at any time. Now is not a good time for father and son to chat.
Li Yong refused to give up, so he uttered a few words with difficulty.
"...Wang Feimo...Demon Clan..." "Wang Feimo and the Demon Clan?
Did they do it?"
Li Xuan immediately realized what his father meant.
Li Yong nodded slightly: "...they...they snatched the gold ingot..." "I understand. I will take back the gold ingot and avenge everyone."
Li Xuan held Li Yong's hand tightly and made a promise from a monk.
A hint of relief appeared on Li Yong's face, his head tilted and he fainted.
Li Xuan checked and found that Li Yong's vital signs were quite stable, so he felt a little relieved.
He went to see other villagers, but they were all dead.
Especially Zhao Dazhuang, one of his arms was broken as he elbows, and more than twenty wounds were left on his body, and even white bones were exposed in some places.
Seeing his eyes wide open and his eyes closed, Li Xuan was even more angry.
"Uncle Dazhuang, I will avenge you.
No matter who kills you, I will ask them to repay it with blood."
Li Xuan said as he reached out to caress Zhao Dazhuang's eyelids.
As if he heard Li Xuan’s promise, Zhao Dazhuang’s eyes finally closed.
At this time, Huang Feng ran over panting. When he saw this scene, he sat on the ground.
"This...what the hell is wrong?"
Huang Feng said at a loss, "How could this happen!"
"They were robbed by the demon clan. My dad is still alive, and everyone else is dead..." Li Xuan's voice was very calm and calm, but in fact there was a fire burning in his chest.
Li Xuan cherishes the family affection she has now. Now someone has broken his family affection, and his personality erupts suddenly like a sleeping volcano.
His eyes turned blood red for a moment, which was the effect of shadow spiritual power flooding.
However, the blood just flashed by and became silent.
He knew very well that the most important thing now was to save people. As for the murderers, he probably had already judged them.
Even if they escape to the ends of the world, they will never escape from his palms.
The village was filled with sorrow. Not long ago, everyone was excited to expect a large amount of gold ingots to be recorded, but at this moment they were completely shrouded in the pain of losing their loved ones.
Seeing the relatives of the dead villagers crying bitterly, Li Xuan's heart felt like a wave of turbulence was stirring up.
This was the first time he had carefully experienced the separation of life and death of ordinary people. Compared with the years of a monk like a lone wolf in his previous life, it was another feeling.
Huang Feng walked to Li Xuan at some point: "Li Xuan, what are you thinking?"
Li Xuan raised his head and saw that Huang Feng seemed to have become more than a teenager suddenly, his body was hunched over, as if a gust of wind could blow him to the ground.
Li Xuan has always been grateful for Huang Feng.
When he was born, although he was in chaos of two identity transformations, he clearly remembered that if Huang Feng had not had a look at the net, he would have been strangled to death by the villagers as a demon envoy.
Huang Feng kept his mouth tight and never revealed this matter, but Li Xuan remembered his life-saving grace.
Seeing him so old now, I felt a little embarrassed.
"Grandpa, don't be too sad, life will always be lived."
Li Xuan comforted him.
Huang Feng had a calm face: "Li Xuan, who did this?"
Is it really related to the demon race?”
Li Xuan nodded: "It should be done by the demon races I encountered, but I only encountered three of them, and there should be others."
Huang Feng frowned and said, "I have heard from several merchants that several villages have been looted by masked horse thieves recently, and there seems to be figures of demons among them.
I really didn't expect that our village would be targeted by them..." Li Xuan snorted coldly: "When our village had no money, those demons didn't even see each other. They just made some money and they came out.
Come on, that's a bit too coincidental."
"You mean..." Huang Feng was surprised.
Li Xuan said: "There are not many people who know about the transaction with the barbarians. Naturally, the people in the village will not tell them. I'm afraid that someone has set up a trap on the Xue Family Manor to want to get both wealth and money."