The green-robed man made a few quick gestures with his left hand, and then stuffed a few pills into his mouth, and the bleeding immediately stopped at the broken part of his right arm.

The blue-robed man didn't leave immediately, but frowned as if sensing something.

In the middle of the sound, he really couldn't suppress the injury, and spit out several mouthfuls of blood before leaving with a face full of unwillingness.

It is also destined that the blue-robed man will not have the life of the treasure, if his injury is a little lighter, the injury can be suppressed for a little more time, and he can wait for the aftermath of the explosion to completely subside, and with his spiritual power, he can easily find the treasure he wants.

Of course, in his subconscious, such a powerful self-explosion, the man in black is the center of the explosion, everything on his body should have turned into ashes, and it is impossible to leave half of it, and the treasure will naturally disappear into heaven and earth.

The green-robed people stayed for a while, and they just tried their last effort with a fluke mentality.

After the people in the green robe left, the small village returned to peace.

At this time, the villagers were still apprehensive, and with their knowledge and vision, they had no idea what was happening in front of them, nor could they understand what was happening in front of them.

I don't know who shouted: "They are all in the field, let's go and see... ”

As soon as the words fell, he was stopped by another villager: "Don't go over yet, I don't know if there is any danger, and when everyone arrives, let's discuss and discuss." ”

Half a day passed, and this Zhong Hou had just returned to the village with a big wine jar, but he saw a large group of villagers gathered in the distance and didn't know what they were doing, and faintly heard the sound of crying.

In the distance, the farmland that should have been planted with crops was a mess, as if it had been swept away by a tornado.

A bad premonition came to his heart, and Zhong Hou couldn't help but speed up his pace a little.

"What happened?"

When the villagers saw that Zhong Hou had returned, their expressions couldn't help but become even more sad.

The village is so big, everyone has a good relationship on weekdays, and when this kind of tragedy happens, the villagers don't know how to explain it to Zhong Hou.

The paper couldn't hold the fire, but there was still a villager who couldn't help but come to Zhong Hou and said, "Hou'er, there is news for you, you should be calm after hearing it, you know." ”

"Oooh. Zhong Hou put down the wine jar, and his heart was a little more uneasy.

The villager patted Zhong Hou on the shoulder, trembling and said slowly, "Hey... Disaster struck from heaven, two immortals suddenly arrived, and there was a fight here, and many people were working in the fields at that time, and your father was among them... Right now... Right now... I don't know if I live or die... We are afraid ... I'm afraid of any danger, so I don't dare to go over and check... ”

Although immortals are lofty beings in the eyes of ordinary people, they are not mysterious in this continent.

Both of them flew over before, and if they weren't immortals, what else could they be.

As he spoke, the villagers' eyes were filled with awe and fear.

On a sunny day, Zhong Hou was so frightened by the sudden news that his heart stopped instantly, and the whole person was like falling into an ice cellar, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

The villagers were very worried when they saw Zhong Hou's appearance, and they came over to comfort him.

Where can Zhong Hou hear what is being said outside, and there is only one thought left in his mind: This is not true...

After a while, Zhong Hou shouted, pulled his legs and ran towards his farmland.

In the face of the unknown, the villagers were full of anxiety and fear, but at this time, with Zhong Hou taking the lead, the villagers also mustered up the courage to follow into the 'disaster area'.

Hundreds of acres are not big, and with the concerted efforts of all the villagers, they quickly searched all the places.

At this time, in front of everyone was a pile of severed arms and stumps, and meat foam that could no longer tell what kind of organ it was, as well as a broken sword left by the green-robed man, and finally a white jade bead like mutton fat.

This white jade bead is the target of the blue-robed man who has traveled thousands of miles to hunt down and kill the black-clothed man.

However, the white jade beads that were originally the size of a fist, because of the self-explosion of the man in black, most of the outermost layer had been destroyed, and at this time, it was only the size of a thumb, and it was still full of cracks.

Despite this, the fact that it was not completely destroyed by the explosion is enough to prove the preciousness of the white jade beads.

But at this time, no one cared about this, they were all immersed in sadness, and those who lost their loved ones even knelt on the ground and cried.

Among them is Zhong Hou.

"Everyone, bury them properly. This time the immortal fight affected the pond fish, which can only be regarded as unlucky, so let these things be buried with them, hoping that they can get some immortal qi and become an immortal in the next life. After everyone's mood calmed down a little, the village chief spoke comfortingly.

Zhong Hou's mood calmed down a little, and he followed the village chief's gaze and looked at the funeral goods in the village chief's mouth, which were the broken sword and white jade beads.

Picking up the broken sword and the white jade bead, Zhong Hou's heart suddenly turned from sadness to anger.

He didn't understand the world of immortals, but he knew that it was something left by the murderer, and looking at the two things in front of him, it was like seeing the enemy who killed his father in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, Zhong Hou's mind seemed to be pierced by lightning, and the word 'revenge' appeared very suddenly.

According to his father, his mother died of difficult childbirth, and he didn't know what the word mother meant when he was a child.

For more than ten years, the father and son have been dependent on each other, and the depth of their relationship is indescribable.

The revenge of killing his father is not shared, how can he not be avenged.

A strong killing intent instantly erupted from Zhong Hou's body.

However, the villagers, who were immersed in grief, did not notice.

The villagers worked together, and a simple but solemn funeral ended.

Zhong Hou's father was accompanied by his favorite farm tools, a hoe and a sickle, as well as a sword that had been broken several times.

At Zhong Hou's strong request, the hilt of the broken sword and the white jade beads were retained, and they were not buried with them.

Why is it strongly requested?

It's not that the villagers think these things are precious, they don't understand them at all, but they know that Zhong Hou wants to use this as a clue to find the enemy who killed his father.

Who is the enemy?

It's an immortal.

It is a high-flying, all-powerful immortal.

And the villagers are just ordinary people, too far away from the immortals, so far away that even if they have just lost their loved ones, they can't afford to have half of the thoughts of revenge

Zhong Hou went to take revenge and sent him to death.

However, no matter how everyone persuaded him, Zhong Hou had already made up his mind that the revenge of killing his father must be avenged.

Zhong Hou knelt in front of his father's grave for three days and three nights.

Three days later, Zhong Hou left the small village where he had lived for fourteen years and officially embarked on the road of revenge.

He was accompanied by a three-toothed nail rake for farming, a hilt wrapped tightly in linen, and a white jade bead the size of a cracked thumb.