Chapter Thirty-Eight
If Su Ye was there, then she could recognize it at a glance, this is a weapon of the twenty-first century, a gun.
The gang directly slaughtered their entire family, and Gu Yi went to the bamboo forest to pick hundred-year-old immortal bamboos at that time, leaving only Yun Han alone at home, as well as the child in her womb.
Not only did they kill the whole family, but also... Insulted Yun Han.
Yun Han is also a chaste woman, and she killed herself with a sword in a fit of anger.
When he waited for Gu Yi to come back, his family was bloody, and when he saw the bodies of his family and wife, Gu Yi's heart was broken.
The two made a love affair under the peach tree, and when Yun Han died, he was still holding the love token of the two tightly in his hand, Gu Yi wanted to tear those people apart, but he searched hard, but he couldn't find the gang.
Until a few days ago, when Honmatsu was cultivating in the retreat, the demon blood spit out by the little crimson snake suddenly made him see the scene at that time.
Holding the legs of the gang bitterly, begging them not to hurt Yunhan's mother, the father who has fallen to the ground, and the gang are taking turns insulting their wives and their own babies.
Yun Han's eyes are the nightmare that he will never get rid of for the rest of his life.
Unwillingness, grievance, powerlessness, pain... and death.
Honmatsu was furious all of a sudden, and his emotions couldn't be controlled all of a sudden, and he wanted to tear these people apart immediately!! Kill it and !!!!
It is precisely in this way that the demon blood was given the opportunity to attack the spiritual veins of Honka Zhenren at once, and the demonic energy instantly devoured the crazy and restless aura, so that Honka Zhenren had the appearance of being enchanted.
And the letter left by Honmatsu Zhenren in the ancient box wrote such a paragraph: My wife Yunhan, over the years, every day of reunion, I can't sleep and eat, I can't forget the past, forget you, forget my father. The Ruthless Dao itself cannot be sentient, and my cultivation is already at the end of my strong crossbow, and I hope that this retreat will allow my cultivation to grow, so that I can avenge you and rest in peace. I have an apprentice named Zifeng, who looks very similar to me when I was a child, and it seems that there is still a little bit of your shadow in it, I think of our unborn child, and I can't help but love him as my own parent. Alas, after the sycamore was half dead and the frost was cleared, the white mandarin duck lost its companion and flew.
- Gu Yi
The two of them were silent after reading this letter, whether it was an immortal cultivator or an ordinary ordinary person, they couldn't escape a love word, not to mention a person like Gu Song Zhenren, who originally had a perfect family, but was forced to break his family and cultivate the Tao?
Su Ye gently patted Nangong Yi's shoulder and comforted: "It's not a way to be sad now, what we have to do is to deal with the aftermath for Gu Song Zhenren and try to help him find out the real murderer of the year." ”
Nangong Yi's throat moved, but he didn't say anything.
He picked up the Xiao, and the lines on the Xiao seemed to have been stroked thousands of times, and the lines had faded away.
Gently observed Xiao, and was about to put it back in the ancient box, but Su Ye saw something with sharp eyes.
Something that shouldn't be in this world.
Bullet!
"You show me Xiao." After Su Ye finished speaking, he gently picked up the Xiao and found that at both ends, there was a bullet neatly stuck in Xiao.
"Bullet ......" Su Ye recognized it at once.
"I don't know what it is?" Nangong Yi frowned lightly and twisted his face to look at Su Ye.
Su Ye hesitated suddenly, she didn't know whether to tell Nangong Yi or not.
To be precise, it is troublesome to sue or not to sue.