Although the spirit people are born with some spiritual power, the depth of spiritual power is also related to talent and acquired cultivation.

Before the age of twenty is the best time for the Spirit Clan to cultivate, once they miss this life, they will not have a chance to make up for it.

In this small village, there are no people with outstanding spiritual talents, and their descendants do not have the capital to cultivate.

The human race cultivates divine arts, and the good resources are in the hands of the three major families. The Spirit Race is also similar, and it must have a certain background and status in order to obtain good cultivation conditions and resources.

However, the vast majority of the children of the Spirit Race are very talented, which is why the children of the Spirit Race always suffer.

In fact, through living in the village during this time, Yunhuang had a very peculiar intuition that they were not happy to discover their spiritual talents. It's happy to live like this.

The peasant households in this village, even if they were once very talented, have long since disappeared.

Now, the people in the village are mediocre in terms of spiritual power. This is also the reason why Wang Zun's daughter-in-law couldn't save Wang Zun, and she didn't know why Wang Zun died suddenly.

It is understandable if you don't practice simply because of the constraints of the conditions, but it is incomprehensible if you are not willing to practice in the first place.

At present, Wang Zun's daughter-in-law is crying in the dark, the village chief shakes his head and sighs, and a group of village women surround Wang Zun's daughter-in-law to comfort.

Yun Huang followed the women into the house and looked at Wang Zun's corpse.

Wang Zun's expression was very calm, and he didn't see the slightest pain, if it wasn't for the lack of breath, he thought he was asleep.

This kind of death made Yun Huang mention it slightly.

She remembered the corpses that were carried out in the village alley, most of which were covered with white cloths at that time, but when she and the patrol team started, she still saw the deaths of several deceased, which were too similar!

How those people in Cunyuan Lane died, Yunhuang naturally doesn't know at present.

You have to hurry up and practice, and strive to recover your spiritual power as soon as possible to get Qianxi back!

Everyone sighed for comfort and left one after another, leaving only Wang Zun's daughter-in-law guarding the corpse and hiding her face and sobbing.

When he walked to the gate, Yun Huang subconsciously glanced back.

The whole courtyard seemed deserted, wrapped in a desolation.

It was supposed to be a peaceful and beautiful night, but it was shattered by sudden death.

Early the next morning, Sister Liu got up and went to Wang Zun's house.

After all, Yunhuang was an outsider, so he didn't follow him again.

Wang Zun's daughter-in-law's crying intermittently stirred Yun Huang's heart to be impetuous, and her heart was beating suddenly, always feeling that things were not ending so easily.

Her sense of foreboding was validated in the afternoon!

In the afternoon, a group of people came to the village, all of them unfamiliar faces. The men appeared on the path outside the village, dragging a long procession with several cars behind them.

The car was covered with a thick straw curtain, and it was impossible to tell what it was loading.

The group dragged the cart to the entrance of the village and stopped, such a battle obviously surprised the villagers, and the running children were even more frightened to hide behind their own families, poking out their heads to look at them timidly.

After all, the old village chief is old and has experienced a lot of things, so he is quite calm, and he is the first to come forward to ask if there is anything wrong with the visitor.

The leader of the team was a very tall young man, his face was cold with cruelty and cruelty, ignoring the old village chief, his eyes swept through the crowd, and he asked in a loud voice, "Which of you is the village chief here?!" ”

The village chief smiled neither humbly nor arrogantly, "My lord, the old decay is exactly. ”

"You?!"

"It's me."

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