In the small mountain village, the screams are endless.

A group of bandits slaughtered frantically, with excitement on their faces and bloodlust in their eyes.

Ignoring the villagers' pleas for mercy, they swung down one knife after another, their blades stained with blood.

"None of you will end well!"

The villagers fled in panic, screaming with anger in their mouths, but they still couldn't get rid of the blades in the hands of the bandits who caught up.

"Dasha!"

Looking at the tall corpse that fell, Xiaohe cried, but still did not forget to push the wheelchair and fled as much as possible.

Finally, a bandit aimed at Xiaohe after slashing and killing an old woman, and chased after him in three steps and two steps.

He collapsed in a pool of blood.

The wheelchair was also kicked down by the bandit.

"Brother Wu. ”

Xiao He's face became more and more pale, the white dress was cut from its back, and blood flowed from the huge wound, staining Wu Fang's body.

Even at this time, her hands still firmly grasped the handle of the wheelchair and never let go.

As time passed, more and more villagers collapsed in pools of blood, and after a period of wailing, they lost their lives.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which was disgusting.

Gradually, the clearing became quiet, and as far as the eye could see, all the villagers had fallen, only a few were dying, and death was not far away.

"Boss, it's all done!" a thief licked the blood from the blade with his tongue, kicked away the old woman he had just killed, and then put away his knife and looked at the one-eyed man in the lead.

"And the fish that slipped through the net! a paralyzed waste!" said a red-clad bandit with a knife pointed at Wu Fang and turned to the other bandits.

"Why are you still stunned? Could it be that you sympathize with him?" said the other thief laughing.

"Under my knife, how can I sympathize. The red-clothed thief laughed, but just as he was about to swing a knife into Wu Fang's eyes, his body shivered inexplicably, and a chill suddenly rose.

There were no less than hundreds of dead souls in his hands, but he had never seen someone as indifferent as Wu Fang before he died, without any fear on his face, extremely calm, and even calm to a point that he couldn't describe.

The other party looked at him quietly, there was no anger in his eyes, only an indescribable indifference, as if he was already a dead man's eyes.

"Why don't you do it yet?" said the one-eyed man on horseback coldly.

Hearing the words of the leader, the red-clothed thief came back to his senses and glared at Wu Fang viciously: "Damn, what kind of eyes are you!"

With that, the red-clothed thief slashed at Wu Fang with a knife.

Clang!

However, just as the blade in the hand of the red-clothed bandit was about to fall on Wu Fang's neck, there was a crisp sound, and the machete seemed to have received an invisible shock wave, directly shattering tens of thousands of pieces.

Immediately after, before the red-clothed bandit could react, an invisible shockwave swept through his body, directly shaking him and his clothes into bloody mud.

"It's... What's going on!"

"Good and decent, why did Red Nine die! What happened to him!"

Witnessing this scene, the thieves were immediately stunned, staring at the pile of blood and mud on the ground with wide eyes, and each one with fear of the unknown in their eyes.

Even the one-eyed man at the head pulled out the big knife at his waist, his face extremely vigilant.

"One has something to do with that paralyzed waste!"

"Yes, it must be him! Hong Jiu was going to kill him just now!"

"He's a sorcererer!

"Who went up to avenge Red Jiu? He must only use this evil art once!"

......

The eyes of the thieves were focused on Wu Fang's body, and there was resentment in their suspicions, but no one dared to step forward.

"You guys go up together!" the one-eyed man at the head swept his gaze over the wave of bandits closest to Wu Fang, and said coldly.

The six thieves who received the one-eyed man's order looked at each other, and after making eye contact, they walked towards Wu Fang with their knives in their hands at the same time.

"Kill!"

"Avenge Red Nine!"

The six thieves surrounded Wu Fang, and in the midst of shouting, the machete slashed down.

Boom!

A similar scene played out again.

Before the machetes of the six thieves touched Wu Fang's body, it was as if they had touched some terrible taboo, and under the invisible force, one by one, their bodies exploded, turning into a rain of blood.

"Dead, dead again!"

"It's weird! That guy really knows how to do sorcery!"

"Can't come forward again!"

This time, the fear on the faces of the bandits was even worse, and those bandits who were a little closer to Wu Fang couldn't help but retreat.

"Withdraw!"

The one-eyed man at the head was obviously also frightened, and after glancing at Wu Fang again, he hesitated a little and made a gesture to retreat.

Stomp, stomp!

Soon, the sound of horses' hooves began, and the bandits turned around and left.

Looking at the departing backs of these bandits, Wu was expressionless, there was no anger, no roar, only unusually calm.

But when his gaze fell on the bloodless little lotus's face, there was obviously something strange in his eyes like stagnant water. Looking at the corpses around him, his mind came up with the bits and pieces of the village in the past three months, and the pictures kept flashing.

In the end, Wu Fang closed his eyes, letting the pungent smell of blood in the air linger on the tip of his nose, and let the blood on the ground soak his body.

It was raining in the sky.

Perhaps it was the mercy of heaven that the rain became heavier and heavier, driving the landslide, and the rolling mud and rocks poured in like a river, covering one corpse after another.

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Spring goes and autumn comes.

Wu Fang himself didn't know how long he had been buried in the soil, he still couldn't mobilize his own strength, and the system didn't move. As for his body, he was still unable to move except from the neck up.

Until one day.

"Mother, why did you stop?"

It's a bunch of foxes, a bunch of foxes that can talk to people, to be exact.

"There's the smell of a living creature down here!" the fox at the head poked out his paws and pointed to his feet.

"Is it a sleeping demon?" a little fat fox shrunk his neck: "Mother, let's go quickly, otherwise what will it do if it breaks the ground and eats us?"

"Silly boy, his breath is very weak, not as good as you. The fox smiled, and then saw its tail flutter, as if gathering momentum.

Bang!

The fox's tail landed on the ground, and with an explosion, a black shadow burst out of the ground.

"Mother, look!

"He's a man!"

Seeing Wu Fang's appearance, the little fox screamed.

The big fox at the head was stunned, but quickly calmed down: "We are the Fire Ghost Fox clan of this Qiduan Mountain Range, who are you, how can you be buried in the ground?"

Wu Fang glanced at a few foxes lightly, there was no unearthly happy look on his face, and his expression never changed.

"Mother, he's still dumb. The little fat fox pointed at Wu Fang and said.