Gu Chunuan said, "So, at the beginning of Lan Qi's main game, he wanted to slaughter Xiaohe Village.

“

Ye Feng's body staggered, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

He knew that even if he got back the Soul Breaking Bell, it would be impossible for the Lan Banner Lord to let him go.

No matter whether he can go back with the Soul Breaking Bell on that day, the Lord of the Lan Banner is determined to slaughter the entire village of Xiaohe Village.

Blame him......

It's all his fault, he shouldn't have taken his mother-in-law to Xiaohe Village.

If he doesn't go to Xiaohe Village, there will be no accident in Xiaohe Village.

Gu Chunuan looked at Ye Jinghan, who had a gloomy face, and continued, "So, from the time the Lan Banner Lord appeared in Baiyun Temple, Ye Jinghan made people rush to support and protect Xiaohe Village, but it was just a step too late.

“

Xiao Yuxuan didn't know much about the situation, so he could only say, "The subordinates of the God of War arrived yesterday, but it's a pity that it's still late."

“

Thundered......

The sky was cloudy, and thunder rang out one after another.

As if knowing their mood, God also shed tears, and the heavy rain fell loudly, hitting the blood of corpses all over the ground, and also hitting the hearts of Ye Feng and others.

The rain and blood water converged into larger rivers that meandered.

The breeze and snow hold up an umbrella to block the cold of the night scene.

The corners of Ye Jinghan's mouth moved, and he wanted Xue Xue to send an umbrella to Gu Chunuan, but Fuguang had already taken the lead.

In the heavy rain, Ye Feng's legs weakened, and he knelt down in front of the dead villagers and wept.

Guilty to himself, he lifted up the bodies lying in a pool of blood with trembling hands, and placed them side by side.

And he dug a pit at the head of the village with his own hands.

The ten fingers of both hands were full of blood, Ye Feng didn't know it, he just dug numbly, repeating an action.

On rainy days, the pit he dug was quickly washed away by the rain, but he was tireless and continued to repeat, as if only by constantly digging the pit could he make his broken heart feel better.

Gu Chunuan and the others wanted to help, but they were all rejected by Ye Feng, and they could only watch him repent of his sins in the stubborn heavy rain.

Xiao Yuxuan said sadly, "What should I do? With so many corpses, how can he dig them up with his hands alone? “

Gu Chunuan flipped his palm, a silver needle was already in his hand, and he came to Ye Feng's side step by step, just about to pierce into his sleeping hole.

Caught off guard, Ye Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the bright red blood was sprinkled in the pit, forming a kind of bewitching picture.

"Bang ......"

His already seriously injured body could no longer hold on, and he fainted on the spot.

Xiao Yuxuan limped forward and said depressedly, "Can't you just do it lightly?" “

Gu Chunuan shouted that he was wronged, "He fainted before I made a move, this can't rely on me."

“

Gu Chunuan said as he helped Ye Feng up, and after his right hand caught his pulse, Gu Chunuan's face was a little ugly.

"The blood is surging, the anger is attacking the heart, and the worry becomes a disease.

“

"And then ......"

And then if he doesn't heal, his life will be over.

“

Several people carried Ye Feng away with their hands and feet.

The bodies of the people of Xiaohe Village were also hastily buried by Ye Jinghan's men.

By the time Ye Feng woke up, two full days had passed.

On the edge of the big grave at the head of Xiaohe Village, Ye Feng curled up, hugging his thin body tightly, his eyes glazed.

He had been sitting here for a long time, but he had not said a word, he had remained in one position, and no one knew what he was thinking.

On the day of the burial, it rained heavily.

Today, the sky is clear.

Gu Chunuan held an oil-paper umbrella to cover the sun, coming slowly from far and near.

A man and a woman, sitting and standing, the picture is beautiful.