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A small village, eerily quiet.

At the first glance, Gu Qiqi felt that something was wrong!

Sure enough, not a few steps into the village, a strong smell of blood came to my face!

Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes converged on Gong Jue and Wu Er, and they asked the bosses for their opinions nervously.

At this time, the emotions in Gong Jue's eyes were a little more dignified than others.

Because, this bloody scene hidden in a civilian village, others may not have experienced it personally, but he has really experienced it!

The past of the slaughter of the village more than ten years ago suddenly surged in his heart, and the lingering shadow of his childhood brought to him by Earl Huff also followed him like a shadow, like a maggot on the tarsal bones.

However, Gong Jue is a Gong Jue after all, although this dark and negative emotion lingers, he can still control it well with strong willpower, and speaks calmly and calmly: "This is the only way to lead to the deep mountains of Hanbeiling. You can only walk through this village! ”

Wu Er was completely convinced of his decision, and waved his hand: "What did the fourth master tell you to do, let's go!" It's just a small village, can there still be ghosts bite people? Wait, keep that little girl in the middle. ”

It's still a second-class little witch doctor with a conscience!

Gu Qiqi glanced at Wu Er lightly.

Looking at Gong Jue again, the man still covered his head and face with a thick hood, and did not show too much verbal attention to her, but his pace had slowed down quietly, and the distance between his body and her was gradually narrowed with the naked eye, and he was silently guarding her side.

Gu Qiqi pursed his lips, and pierced the palace lord villain countless times in his heart.

Death tsundere!

Dead tsundere, will you die if you open your mouth to recognize each other? Will it!

It's a pity that Gong Jue can't hear her inner complaints, otherwise, the man's vicissitudes and cold face will definitely have the slightest crack in embarrassment......

The crowd approached the village with a strong smell of blood.

When they approached the first house, they all froze!

I saw that on the broken wooden steps at the door of the house, a middle-aged man fell to the ground head-on, his body was covered with blood, his stomach was cut with a long wound, and his eyes bulged like bursts.

Apparently, he has been dead for a long time.

But before he died, he was very unwilling and did not turn a blind eye.

Everyone sighed, I don't know who this middle-aged man provoked, and he could end up with such a tragic death in such a remote and secluded small mountain village.

Could this be the source of the smell of blood?

However.

Keep going.

At the door of the next house, two elderly couples were lying down.

Facing the sky on his back, the sharp blade marks are cut from the forehead to the chin, which can be said to be directly cut off the face.

His gray hair was dyed red with blood!

Everyone's hearts were shocked!

If you talk about the middle-aged man in front, you may have been killed by someone.

What kind of people did these two old people who were over their prime, so that at such an age, they couldn't live long, and they had to be put to death so brutally?

The footsteps of the crowd became heavier and heavier.

Along the way, there are only a few dozen families in this small village, but the doors of every house are full of corpses, and the shape and death of the corpses are strange, but without exception, they are all very cruel and tyrannical.

No wonder the whole village smells of blood.

Until everyone came to the last villager's house.

All the cruel pictures before have been refreshed again!!

Even as calm as a palace lord, the face under the hood became a little colder-