"The speed has really increased...... It's a real pleasure to get something for nothing. ”

Yan Ang ran wildly in the mountains and forests, experiencing the strength after absorbing Zhou Chuang's life, from the initial discomfort to gradually familiarity, and finally became wanton enjoyment, he even shouted in the forest, and the long howl echoed among the cliffs.

"That's five times the fastest I've ever been, right?" he saw as the world regressed at breakneck speed.

"I'll go to the market and buy more rabbit meat at home. Well...... I still have to buy fruits, and the little fox can't eat only meat. ”

Thinking about returning to the wild boar's nest quickly, it turned out that the journey of two hours, Yan Ang only took more than half an hour this time.

"It's a small town right in front of you. Yan Ang stopped and carefully examined all parts of his body, making sure that it was the same as usual.

"Well, obviously the strength has increased so much, but the body doesn't look like there is any change, it's really amazing, is this the mystery of what the little fox said about Qi?"

A gust of wind blew, Yan Ang's nose trembled slightly, perhaps because of the large increase in body function, Yan Ang could actually smell a faint smell of blood from the wind.

"Why does this still smell of blood? Aunt Zhang killed a pig next door?"

Yan Ang scratched his head, "Hehe, then you have to run back quickly, go to Aunt Zhang and ask for some pork to go back to the little fox to eat." ”

Yan Ang ran wildly at an extremely fast speed, three thousand black hairs flying behind his head.

"No, why is the smell of blood so strong, and the townspeople have collectively killed pigs? Swine fever? Is this not a good thing to eat! Are there so many pigs in our town?"

Yan Ang stopped, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong, "Isn't there something going on in the town?" Yan Ang's heart tightened, and his footsteps slowly stopped.

After thinking for a while, Yan Ang took a detour to the cliff behind the town, which was the place where Yan Ang fell and where he met Tang Ling'er.

Be careful to sail the 10,000-year-old ship, this is the secret of Yan Ang's survival in the Changbai Mountains for eight years. What's more, Yan Ang must ensure that he returns safely to the boar cave, where there is still a little fox waiting for him to go home.

The cliff is about 50 meters, and you can look down on the town from the top of the cliff.

Because the road from the top of the cliff to the town is full of strange rocks and peaks, and it is rugged, no one has built a house here, and no one has cultivated and grazed here.

It's a sloping wasteland...... That's why Yan Ang thought of coming here to urinate.

Yan Ang believed that he could easily climb the cliff now, and the truth was as he expected.

In less than a stick of incense, Yan Ang climbed the hundred-meter-high cliff. "Ah, that's fascinating. Yan Ang looked at his hands.

Unconsciously, a seed of pursuing power was planted in Yan Ang's heart.

He looked far away, and with his growing eyesight he looked towards the small bazaar.

But the purgatory-like scene he saw made him unforgettable:

One mutilated corpse after another lay on the roads of the town.

Upside, downside, horizontal, vertical. Some of the broken roofs were in flames, children were disemboweled, women were disheveled, old people were bleeding and tearful, their limbs were everywhere, and the blood had dried up and turned black.

Yan Ang's pupils dilated, as if he didn't believe that the scene in front of him was real, "This...... This is...... What's wrong?"

He only felt weak, his lips trembled, and he fell to his knees as soon as his legs went limp.

"Both...... It's all dead. ”

"What the hell is going on?" Yan Ang fell to his knees, confirming that the scene in front of him was indeed true. "It's hard to ...... Could it be...... The hook-nosed Ah Zhao's people?"

Yan Ang's heart shrank suddenly, and he stood up and ran wildly towards the town.

Walking into the small bazaar, Yan Ang really felt what purgatory on earth was.

The earthy yellow soil was dyed dark red, Yan Ang saw a person's left hand mixed with the corpse of a chicken and duck, and saw the corpse of Aunt Zhang next door looking straight at the sky, crying blood—she was holding a three-year-old child in both hands, but only the upper half of her body remained.

"Aunt Zhang, Uncle Liu, Little Four...... Not a single one survived. ”

"Bang" Yan Ang's right fist slammed a house - originally this was a pharmacy, and the pharmacy collapsed in response.

"Ahhhh

"Woo cough cough...... Is it Yan Ang? Danger is fast...... Let's go......"

Suddenly, a scarred person crawled out of the small workshop in the corner.

"Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen, you are still alive, this ...... What the hell is going on. Yan Ang rushed to the workshop owner, Uncle Chen.

He found Uncle Chen's limbs broken and his face covered with scars.

"Uncle Chen...... Woowoo...... What's going on...... Uncle Chen, how can I save you?"

Yan Ang finally met the survivors, and he held Uncle Chen in his arms. Somehow, his tears flowed down Uncle Chen's face.

"Silly boy...... I can't live, that group, that group...... Ahem, they just want to torture me by draining my blood...... I didn't expect them to have so many people......" Uncle Chen kept vomiting blood.

"Uncle Chen, don't say it, I'll help you stop the bleeding. You don't want to die...... Who the hell is it, who is so ruthless. ”

Yan Ang took off his shirt and wrapped it around Uncle Chen's wounds, and the tears left in his eyes washed away the coagulated blood on Uncle Chen's body.

"It's useless, kid, I forcibly stopped the bleeding and continued my life just to wait for you...... Waiting for you to come back from the mountains...... You go and take out a token and a sword book under the floor tiles at the entrance of my workshop, Guangcheng Mountain...... Don't say my name...... Fast...... Get out of here. Uncle Chen's breathing became weaker and weaker.

"Kid...... Avenge me, Changzhou Zhanwei Pavilion...... Ghost man Zhao Li...... Kill...... Kill him and ...... Yang my Shangqing swordsmanship...... I've seen your bones...... Yes, a natural swordsman...... Division...... Master...... You're wrong......"

Yan Ang watched Uncle Chen slowly die in his arms, and he felt the passage of life again, only this time it was no longer himself.

"It's you, Zhao Li, I will kill you. ”

Yan Ang's heart was like ashes, and he gently covered Uncle Chen's eyelids with his hand.

Did Zhao Li fail to kill people and be discouraged? Or did he ...... Want to kill the person who burned his powder? Would you rather kill by mistake than let go?

Yan Ang's hands trembled, did he hurt everyone?

"It's a shame, the little fox is still in the mountains! Zhao Li is so powerful, he enters the mountain, and the little fox will be in danger!" Yan Ang suddenly remembered the little fox in the mountain.

He didn't care about burying Uncle Chen's body, put down Uncle Chen, and didn't care about the sword book and token that Uncle Chen explained, he stopped his tears and ran towards the wild boar forest like crazy.

"Don't have an accident, Tang Ling'er. ”

The wind swept through him, and Yan Ang reached his home in the mountains and forests.

He crawled through the grass and entered the cave, "Ling'er!"

But the cave was empty. Yan Ang looked at the empty cave, his feet slipped, and he sat on the ground. "Is it late, Zhao Li came to the door?"

Just when Yan Ang's thoughts were in despair, a burst of fragrance suddenly wafted behind him. The tip of Yan Ang's nose trembled.

"Huh, you're back, why are you sitting on the ground?"

Yan Ang turned his head, his dead eyes staring at the figure that stumbled into the cave, he rushed over, hugged the girl in the white dress, rested his head on her shoulder, and trembled.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you crying, who bullied you?" I'll hammer him to death!" the girl touched Yan Ang's head and said angrily.

"Little fox. The girl heard a hoarse whisper.