Zhao Village, surrounded by mountains, has beautiful scenery, scattered house buildings, wooden walls and green tiles, with a simple atmosphere, and fertile fields and fertile soil of different shapes. The leaves are green and sprouty, wafting with the smell of nature.

In this picturesque picture, people should be in a state of comfort and peace, but now people are in a state of panic and fleeing. At this time, Xiao is like a god of death, ruthlessly harvesting fresh life.

In desperation, Xing Yi had to forcibly carry Zhao Ming's grandfather on his back, and then ran towards the ancestral hall of the Zhao clan like a wind, he really didn't want the old man to die.

Grandpa Zhao Ming struggled on Xingyi's back and shouted, "Let me down, let me down, even if I die, I will stay in the village", but the old man had no cultivation. So no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from Xing Yi's iron pincer-like hand.

The old man struggled several times to no avail, and suddenly threatened, "If you don't let me down, I will bite my tongue and kill myself", hearing this, Xing Yi suddenly stopped, he didn't think that the old man was intimidating at all, with the old man's temper, he could do what he said.

Xing Yi patiently persuaded, "Grandpa Kang, why are you so troubled, the village can't hold it, and there is only one way to die."

Grandpa Zhao Ming broke away from Xingyi's hands that clamped his legs, stood on the ground, looked at the fire-filled village with tears in his eyes, and choked up for a long time before he said, "My roots are here, where do you tell me to go",

Hearing this, Xing Yi's body touched, his throat moved, and he never made a sound.

Screams and laughter mixed together came from the village, and Grandpa Zhao stood on the side of the road, looking at the village with cloudy eyes, that look was so sad, so painful. Eventually, two lines of tears broke free from his eye sockets and flowed down his wrinkled face to the ground.

For a moment, Xing Yi felt that Zhao Ming's grandfather's breath of life was weakening. Xing Yi thought it was an illusion, but looking at the motionless old man, he couldn't help but call "Grandpa Kang",

There was no response, Xing Yi thought that the old man didn't hear, he stepped forward and nudged the old man, and the moment Xing Yi's hand touched the old man, Xing Yi knew that the old man was dead. Xing Yi called out twice more like a machine, and then couldn't help but burst out of his eyes with two lines of tears.

The scenes that once got along with the old man appeared in Xing Yi's mind one by one, his kindness, his love, scene by scene, scene by scene...

After burying the old man hastily, Xing Yi got up and ran towards the ancestral hall.

I heard that there is an "ancient road" there, which was built by the ancestors of the Zhao people to prevent the Zhao people from exterminating the clan.

The road leading to the ancestral hall of the Zhao clan was so deserted, the surroundings were quiet and terrible, and the pace under Xing Yi's feet unconsciously accelerated a lot.

Soon after, a magnificent and majestic palace appeared in front of Xingyi, here, a solemn and sacred atmosphere was permeated, this was the first time Xingyi went to the ancestral hall of the Zhao family, looking at the posture, the construction of this ancestral hall took a lot of effort by the Zhao people.

Of course, at this time, Xing Yi had no intention of appreciating the grandeur of the Zhao ancestral hall, he took three steps and two steps, and quickly stepped forward to push open the heavy door. He desperately wanted to see one or two figures, to remove the oppression caused by the silence around him.

However, the moment he pushed open the door and saw the scene inside, his heart trembled. There was a churn in the stomach.

What caught his eyes was corpses all over the place, some with stumps and broken arms, some with distorted faces, some with open intestines, all the internal organs flowed out, all soaked in red blood, seeing these,

Torture is like falling into an ice cave. Instinctively, he stepped back.

But in the end, Xing Yi still had to step into this pool of blood, because the only way to survive was in the ancestral hall, and no matter how he escaped, it was impossible to escape Xiao's keen perception. So there was no way, Xing Yi had to go inside.

When Xing Yi's feet reached into the blood, he clearly felt that the blood on the ground was still hot. "Wow" "Wow", Xing Yi walked forward in the blood like water, when passing through this dark and wide room, Xing Yi's eyes flashed, and he came to a courtyard,

In the center of the courtyard, a round platform stood there, and Xingyi's pupils shrunk "teleportation array", it turned out that the "ancient road" in the Zhao people's mouth was a teleportation array. Xingyi rushed up to activate it, and at that moment, a child's whimper reached Xingyi's ears.

After hesitating for a moment, Xing Yi still looked for the sound and walked inside, he knew that this voice could not be made by Xiao. When he opened a door and looked at the dark room, which was silent,

Xing Yi confirmed that he had heard correctly, and after standing quietly at the door for a while, Xing Yi suddenly saw a figure flash in the corner of the house.

After hesitating again and again, he still mustered up the courage to walk slowly inside, the clicking sound of dry wood under his feet came and went, Xing Yi's heart went up and down, his eyes widened and tried to see everything around him clearly, but he didn't know whether his head was confused or his eyes were blurred, he never got his wish,

When Xing Yi's head was swaying, he suddenly felt that there was someone in front of him, Xing Yi fixed his eyes, a black shadow was less than a foot away from him, almost sticking to his face, Xing Yi's head "buzzed", and then there was a short blank, at this time, a crazy laugh sounded, Xing Yi was frightened and retreated,

The black shadow took advantage of the momentum and rushed out of the house, and when she rushed outside the house, she saw that it was a woman in the village, who seemed to be overly frightened and crazy.

At this time, she was holding a child in her arms, and covered the child's mouth and nose with her hands, as if she was afraid that the child would make a little noise. Seeing the embarrassed appearance, the woman let out another maniacal laugh.

After relieving herself, Xing Yi rushed up and wanted to snatch the child in her hand, the woman screamed while hiding, but she still couldn't dodge, Xing Yi snatched the child over, but it was still too late, and the child had already been covered to death.

"Give me back my child, give me back my child," the woman cried out as she grabbed and beat her to get the child back. Xing Yi saw that the child was dead, and his eyes were dim and he returned it, "If I can arrive sooner, the child may not die", thinking of it, Xing Yi slapped himself a few times in anger.

I saw that young life disappear. The rosy face that should have been filled with a cute smile appeared after the pale and stiff, and the remorse and self-blame in Xing Yi's heart all emerged

"If I could get rid of Zhao Hai's entanglement earlier last night and send the news back to the village earlier, the village might not have suffered such a catastrophe."

The more he thought about Xing Yi like this, the more gloomy he became, and he sat on the ground weakly. The heart is in pain