Lin Ke came under one of the corpses, mobilized the Fusang Qi of the Great Sun, and struck out with a palm. The hot palm wind surged out and scared the crows on the corpse to fly away.
"Crash."
The corpse was one-third eaten.
What he could tell was that she was a young woman. She must have been burned by fire before she died. There were large burn marks on her skin.
"She is a disciple of the Southern Sword Sect."
The martial robe on the woman's body is embroidered with the unique symbol of the Southern Sword Sect.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Ke observed another eleven corpses, all wearing the martial robes of the Southern Sword Sect.
"Why did the twelve Nanjian Sect disciples all die here? Who killed them? What did they go through before they died?"
Lin Ke frowned deeply, trying to search for clues on the corpse.
At this moment, a large fire came from the other direction of the barren mountain, and faint sounds of killing could be heard.
Lin Ke immediately looked down the mountain and vaguely remembered that the place where the fire was coming out was a village built on the edge of an impoverished forest. There were hundreds of civilians in that village, who made a living by hunting and collecting herbs.
Because he often went in and out of the forest, Lin Ke passed by the village more than once and even asked for water in the village.
"What happened?"
Lin Ke performed a one-step technique and soared into the sky like a big bird, flying toward the village.
After a while, we arrived at the entrance of the village.
Lin Ke suddenly stopped and his eyes became solemn.
The entire village was on fire, and the firelight reflected each other, making a "crackling" sound. On the ground, the corpses of villagers lay scattered.
Before they died, they probably knelt together and had their throats slit one by one.
A little boy of eleven or twelve years old was not completely dead yet. He was covering his throat with his hands, his body was twitching, and blood was constantly flowing out from his fingers.
"Lin Ke...brother...save...save me..."
Lin Ke recognized the little boy and went to his house to beg for water when passing by the village.
Lin Ke rushed over, held him in his arms, took out Sanchao Huanyang Dew, and poured it into his mouth.
However, the dew of Three Mornings Returned was mixed with blood and flowed out from the little boy's neck, dyeing Lin Ke's hands red.
"Now...brother...save...uh..."
After a while, the little boy's body struggled violently, and his eyes became more and more desperate. Finally, his hands went limp, and he died. His big eyes stared straight at the sky, refusing to close his eyes.
Lin Ke was not a hard-hearted person. Seeing this scene, his heart trembled violently and his whole body was stunned.
Can't be saved!
It can't be saved!
If he were still a life master, he could use his strong vitality to seal the bloody hole in the little boy's throat. Even if he reached the level of a guru, he would still have a chance to save his life.
However, with his current level of cultivation in the fifth level of Blood Sea Scroll, he cannot do it.
Lin Ke could only watch him die in his arms. This feeling made Lin Ke extremely uncomfortable.
Not far away, in a stone well, Su Yan slowly climbed out.
As the fifth beauty in the White Tribulation Star, she should have been stunningly beautiful and graceful, but at this moment she was in an extremely miserable state, with her face covered in mud, and her clothes and hair soaked with well water.
She was seriously injured, and there was a bloodstain hanging from the corner of her mouth.
On her back, there was a bloody hole the size of a wine glass. Even if she mobilized her vitality to seal the wound, blood still flowed out, soaking her martial robe red.
Seeing the village in flames in front of her and the corpses on the ground, Su Yan's eyes turned red, she bit her lips tightly and murmured to herself: "How could...how could this happen?"
When she saw Lin Ke squatting half-crouched in the firelight, murderous intent suddenly surged into her beautiful eyes.
Because, Lin Ke was wearing the black iron armor of the Blood Guard, and his hands were full of blood. There was also the body of a little boy lying next to him. However, Lin Ke's back was turned to her, and she did not see Lin Ke's face.
"You, Bloody Clothes Castle, are so ruthless and ruthless that you won't even let children go."
Su Yan gave a shout and twitched her fingers on her slender waist.
"Whoa!"
The Green Snake Sword flew out of its sheath from the belt and slashed at Lin Ke.
Her cultivation has reached the seventh level of the "Great Martial Arts". Even if she is seriously injured, the power of this sword is extraordinary. One moment, she was still a few feet away, and the next moment, she was behind Lin Ke at a very fast speed.
amazing.
Lin Ke had long noticed the fluctuation of vitality behind him, turned his head and said: "We are not enemies."
Lin Ke met Su Yan once and recognized her immediately.
Lin Ke still had a good impression of this woman, because not long ago, she sold a precious Canghai Blood Millet to Lin Zhongao at half price. For her, it was equivalent to a loss of hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.
Seeing Lin Ke's face, Su Yan was slightly startled, stopped quickly, and stopped her sword.
"Lin Ke? How could it be you? You actually joined the Blood Clothes Castle?" Su Yan's beautiful eyes showed a complex look, full of disappointment.
Lin Ke looked at the black iron armor on his body and explained: "It's a long story."
Su Yan snorted softly: "Originally, I didn't believe it when I heard that you assassinated the leader of the Xuanjing Sect and insulted the leader's wife. Now it seems that everything is true. You are not a chivalrous and righteous young talent at all. The former
You were carefully packaged and promoted by the Xuanjing Sect and Qianji Chamber of Commerce. When your true colors were exposed, you turned out to be so ruthless, killing innocent people indiscriminately, and committing many crimes. It's a shame that I was so...you don't deserve it."
Lin Ke seemed very calm and said: "What you hear with your ears is false, and what you see with your eyes may not be true."
"You still want to quibble?"
Su Yan mobilized her vitality and poured it into the Green Snake Soft Sword. The sword made a sound like a rattlesnake. She said: "Killing must be paid with life. You will die today!"
Suddenly, Lin Ke sensed something and looked in the direction behind him.
He pulled his helmet down a little, covering most of his face.
"Boom."
More than a dozen blood-clothed guards wearing black iron armor, riding blood-eyed wolves, rushed out of the fire, arranged in a semi-surrounding formation, their eyes locked on Su Yan.
Su Yan originally wanted to attack Lin Ke's sword, but stopped again, her eyes full of fear, a bit helpless and desolate.
Lin Ke glanced at the group of blood-clothed guards and was slightly startled.
This group of blood-clothed guards was actually the one that entered Buzhou Forest to rescue Guyue Tower a few days ago. The blood-clothed men "Ye Shan Diao" and "Mrs. Xue Rui" from the seventh heavenly realm of "The Great Martial Sutra" were suddenly there.
List. However, Yang Mingce is not among them.
Because the well water soaked through the martial robe, Su Yan's already hot and delicate body appeared even more curvy, with tall breasts and hips, and a slender waist that gave people the feeling of being grasped. The eyes of the blood-clad guards present were all burning.
Ye Shandiao kept his eyes locked on Su Yan and laughed loudly: "Su Yan, Su Yan, if you had shown up earlier, these villagers wouldn't have to die. Do you think you killed many people?"
Su Yan grasped the jade fingers of the sword hilt tightly and said, "They have no idea that I am hiding in the village."
Yeshan Diao nodded and said: "I asked them one by one just now, and they really didn't know. At first, I thought they were being tough, so I cut a few people's throats to scare them. Finally, I cut everyone's throats.
They were all cut off, but no one told me where you were. It’s such a pity that so many people died in vain.”
"asshole."
Su Yan bit her snow-white jade teeth, wishing she could tear the mountain carving into pieces.
Mrs. Xuerui snorted coldly: "Where exactly is Mr. Gu and you haven't told us immediately?"
Su Yan's eyes were cold and sharp, and she said with a smile: "Why do you Blood Clothes Castle care so much about the life and death of Guyuelou? Does it mean that Guyuelou holds the handle on you?"
Ye Shandiao took off the iron rope wrapped around his neck and said: "It's better to capture her first and then interrogate her slowly."
"Let's attack together. This time, we must not let her escape again." Mrs. Xuerui pulled out the silver snow sword and stood up from the back of the blood-eyed wolf.
The fifteen blood-clothed guards moved slowly, forming an encirclement.
If Su Yan was not injured, she would not be afraid of them and would have full confidence in retreating. But now, I am afraid that she can only fight to the death and use as many extra cushions as possible, as long as she is not captured alive by them in the end.
Being captured by the people of Blood Clothes Castle would be worse than committing suicide.