On a moonlit night, the stars were shining brightly and the air was full of chills.

The cold couldn't hurt Zhao Zheng, let alone stop his footsteps, at this time, he was taking Ah Bao up and down in the forest. I saw that they were tall and short, thin and fat, and the two figures sometimes flew up and sometimes fell, and each time they jumped, they were more than three feet long, and the forward speed was also quite fast, not weaker than Maxima.

"Ah Bao is smart, and his current light skills are almost catching up with the Sixfold Heavenly Martial Artists." Zhao Zheng smiled at Po who was trying to jump next to him, and said with a smile.

Ah Bao was so smart, he naturally heard the master's praise, and couldn't help but be proud, bleated a few times, and jumped more happily.

Since leaving Bailong County, Zhao Zheng began to teach Ah Bao light skills in the process of hurrying, and he had the experience of teaching the white ape in the deep mountain old forest copy before, which was not a difficult thing for him. To teach a strange beast like Ah Bao to learn martial arts, the important thing is not to indoctricate, but to guide, as long as a little bit of dialing, the strange beast can naturally master the martial arts that suit him by instinct.

After learning along the way, Ah Bao has now preliminarily mastered the method of performing light skills, and he has a good appearance and fast speed.

The reason why Zhao Zheng taught Bao Qinggong was mainly for the purpose of walking the rivers and lakes in the future. When he investigated the disappearance of the princess before, because he disliked Bao as a burden, he always left Bao in the inn, it didn't matter if he did it once or twice, but it was not a long-term solution.

Ah Bao's own strength is still remarkable, and he has reached the level of the Seventh Heaven, and it will not drag Zhao Zheng down, but it will not be light. Now that Po has even learned light skills, he can run fast and quietly, which is finally very useful.

In the future, Zhao Zhengruo encountered something tricky. There's no need to leave Po behind anymore. You can take it with you. Together, we will deal with various difficulties and challenges.

Under the bright moon, a figure and a Pixiu figure rose and fell rapidly in the forest, revealing a sense of joy.

However, this joy and cowardice did not last forever, and the trajectory of fate always had some uncomfortable and cruel turns.

"Stop!" Zhao Zheng noticed some unusual signs, the smile on his face suddenly retracted, and he waved his hand. Stopped at a treetop. He stepped on a finger-thick branch, but the branch seemed to be completely powerless, and did not tremble in the slightest.

Zhao Zheng's order came too suddenly, Ah Bao couldn't react for a while, stopped in mid-air, didn't pay attention, hit the ground with a bang, and rolled to the ground, so he was not embarrassed.

In normal times, Zhao Zheng would definitely be amused by this scene. But at this time, I really couldn't laugh.

There was a smell of blood wafting through the air, and it was the smell of human blood.

has been floating in the sea of blood in the rivers and lakes for so many years. Zhao Zheng is extremely sensitive to the taste of human blood, and he can make accurate judgments, and he will never be wrong.

In addition to the smell of blood, there was also the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, which was the smell of a large number of objects after they had been burned out.

Blood, gunsmoke, these two smells mixed together, never a good sign.

Zhao Zheng stood on the branch and sniffed vigorously at the rather unpleasant air, and his hearing was enlarged to the limit, and he heard all the birds, beasts and insects in the forest in his ears.

There seemed to be a crackling sound in the distance, the sound of flames.

Gong Yun eyes, Zhao Zheng's eyes immediately bloomed with two points of coldness, and the pupils contracted and dilated rapidly, as if even the structure of the eyes had undergone a qualitative change. His gaze pierced through the layers of trees and looked into the distance beyond the forest.

There, there is a vague outline of a village, but it is too far away to see clearly.

"Could it be something happening in the village?" Zhao Zheng naturally guessed, and gestured to Ah Bao, who was rubbing his head, "Ah Bao, let's go." ”

The two figures rose and fell, leaving the forest as fast as they could, reaching the vicinity of the village.

At this time, Zhao Zheng finally saw the situation in this village clearly.

The village was slaughtered!

Many of the houses were reduced to rubble, and there were traces of the fire, from which wisps of smoke rose, and small flames still flickered. The houses in the village are ten rooms and ten empty, there is no half of a person, and the whole village looks lifeless, as if it has become a ghost village.

There were not a single living person, but there were many corpses, and in the houses and open spaces, there were many corpses of villagers lying horizontally, and the deaths were all quite tragic, either with severed heads or severed limbs. Among these corpses were the bodies of some children, who were so cruel that even some children of three or five years old refused to let go.

The blood that flowed from the corpse merged into rivers of blood, and under the precipitation of time, coagulated into large red scabs, which covered the land shockingly.

Ruins, corpses, blood, all together make up a chilling picture.

Po was scared, even a strange beast like it, which had always been known for its ferocity. It cowered and retreated behind Zhao Zheng, stretched out its paws and grabbed the fabric on its pants, and gently pulled it twice, seeing what it meant, it was actually urging Zhao Zheng to leave quickly.

But Zhao Zheng can't leave, if he leaves at this time, he won't be Zhao Zheng.

"Bao, let's go into the village." Zhao Zheng opened his dry mouth, spat out a short sentence, and walked forward step by step with a step that became extremely heavy from some point on. He walked carefully, deliberately avoiding the corpses and stumps.

This is a young boy, who looks very immature and looks pretty good, but unfortunately his skull has been smashed with a blunt object.

This is a middle-aged man, with a very strong figure, at first glance, he is the pillar of the family, and he is an iron-clad man. In his hand, he held a pickaxe, but unfortunately this pickaxe did not help him avoid the fate of having his neck slit.

It was a fat woman, disheveled, who had apparently been ravaged before she died, and her abdomen had been torn open by a sharp object, and all the internal organs had flowed out.

Corpses lay on the ground, silently telling their life stories and their unwillingness before they died. In the air, there seemed to be an invisible resentment condensing, slamming into the sky. At the same time, it is also impacting Zhao Zheng's heart.

At this time, Zhao Zheng's expression was unusually wooden, and his facial features seemed to be frozen, without any change. He was like a wooden man, walking forward blankly, in this purgatory-like scene, watching the tragedy after tragedy.

It's cold.

Zhao Zheng suddenly felt so cold, so cold that he tightened his clothes, trying to warm his body a little, but to no avail.

What is cold is not the cold wind in winter, but the human heart.

This cold heart made Zhao Zheng feel cold.

What kind of person could do such a cruel thing and slaughter an entire village?

For money?

How much money can a remote mountain village have.

For revenge?

How could a remote mountain village provoke such an enemy?

Zhao Zheng really couldn't figure out why someone would do such a thing.

In this scene, even a strange beast like Ah Bao was scared when he saw it, could it be that people are more terrifying than foreign beasts?

It's cold, it's still cold.

Zhao Zheng dragged his cold body all the way to the center of the village, standing here and looking around, all the tragic conditions in the village would be in full view. In the whole village, it seems that he is the only living person.

Most of the villagers are dead, and even if they live, they must have escaped from this purgatory-like place, and how dare they stay here for a long time.

"No, there are still living people." Zhao Zheng suddenly caught a slight movement, his head suddenly turned to the left-hand side, jumped up, and jumped over. Seeing this, Ah Bao hurriedly followed, as if he was afraid of being left here.

The place where the sound came from was in an abandoned house, and Zhao Zheng jumped over several times and rushed into the house. He had to find a living man out and ask what was going on here.

The house was empty, and there was not half a human figure, but the sound of the living breathing still came from time to time.

Zhao Zheng listened intently, and his eyes suddenly locked on a wooden board next to the wall, this house seemed to have a basement, and all kinds of sounds came from the basement. He lifted the plank and jumped to the basement floor.

"Ahh The man in the basement screamed in fright.

Zhao Zheng looked at the person who spoke up, and was stunned for a moment.

It turned out to be a little girl of seven or eight years old, with very shabby clothes and two large patches. The little girl was gray-faced, unable to see clearly, and her eyes were full of hostility and fear. In her hand, she held a chopping knife tightly, and the hand holding the knife kept shaking.

No matter how sharp the woodcutter is, holding it in the hands of such a little girl is unlikely to pose any threat to people.

Behind the little girl lay a bed, on which lay a terminally ill woman, so thin that only skin and bones remained, and her breath was long and heavy, as if she were about to swallow at any moment. The woman's eyes were closed, and she was not just asleep or unconscious.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." Zhao Zheng spread out his hands, slowly lowered his body, half-squatted on the ground, and tried to control the tone of his speech, trying to appear as soft as possible. Po then jumped down and stood beside Zhao Zheng, blinking his round black eyes and looking at the little girl as tall as him.

The little girl was also looking at Zhao Zheng and Ah Bao, but fortunately, Ah Bao looked honest and didn't scare her. She looked at it for a while, and saw that Zhao Zheng was motionless, so she relaxed slightly, but she still held the woodcutter in her hand.

"My name is Zhao Zheng, what's your name?" Zhao Zheng saw that the little girl was silent and took the initiative to ask.

"I—My name is Little Douding." The girl hesitated and stumbled.

"I'm a passer-by, and I stumbled upon the tragedy here, what happened here, and why did so many people die?" Zhao Zheng asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's a bandit, the bandit is coming, killing people everywhere, everyone is killed. My mother was sick and couldn't walk, so I hid with my mother. My mother said she was dying, and I was scared. When the little girl said the sore spot, her eyes immediately turned red. (To be continued......)