Chapter 125: The Thing Born of Despair (5)

Wang Xu, who was outside the village, also discovered that the strange fog in Chen Village continued to thicken from morning to night, and then gradually faded again.

In the house, he asked lightly, "Didn't the previous exterminator consider a fire to burn this place to ashes?" ”

Yue Yi, who was waiting on the side, was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then a coldness spread from the bottom of his heart, cold to the heart, and his hands and feet were a little cold.

After a few days of observation, it was obvious that there were still people in the village, and before the matter was clear, they directly pushed in from the outside and burned everything...... This kind of thing is too ......

Wang Xu knew what this person was thinking as soon as he saw Yue Yi's expression, he shook his head slightly, and gave up the simplest idea.

After all, these people are not his personal soldiers, and they will not say that he will do what he wants.

However, it's also coming soon.

Wang Xu smiled faintly, "Okay, let's not talk about this, are the things ready?" ”

"Tell your lordship, it's all done."

Yue Yi lowered his head and arched his hand: "My lord, is there a little less people to bring?" ”

"That's enough."

Wang Xu played with the jade jue on his waist, "Are you sure you want to go with you?" ”

Yue Yi didn't reply, just silently arched his hand, obviously making up his mind.

There are some things that he has not yet said.

His younger brother Yue Yang has been lost in this village, and there is no news so far.

Originally, he had lost hope, but he didn't find his brother's figure from the previous corpse, which couldn't help but give him a glimmer of hope.

Wang Xu nodded, then waved his hand to let Yue Yi step back and began to arrange a fixed point.

He guessed that it would be difficult to discern direction in the fog, so he set up several primers in the camp to guide him.

The next day, early in the morning.

Wang Xu took Lian Yuntian, Yue Yi, and the remaining few dead soldiers without hesitation and walked towards the entrance of Chen Village.

As he got closer to Chen Village, Wang Xu's pace became faster and faster, until he stopped at the entrance of the village, and he raised his head to look at the plaque close at hand, and the dilapidated sign had two quaint characters written on it, 'Chen Estate'.

The corners of the characters have obviously been corroded, and the whole looks extremely dead, not at all like there are still signs of human habitation.

Wang Xu looked at the dirt road under his feet again and secretly wrote it down.

He was just about to walk forward when he saw Lian Yuntian following behind him walking up quickly with a black-clothed dead soldier, "Lord Wang, let's walk in front." ”

Wang Xu nodded, then retracted his steps and followed behind them, while next to him was Yue Yi with a cautious face.

Gradually, they had entered the entrance to the village, and they could see wisps of thin mist floating in the air, obscuring their view.

Wang Xu's eyes flashed, this mist gave him the feeling of being alive, he secretly silently used the cold mist knife technique, and a layer of light blue mist wrapped him in it.

As they entered the village, they could already see the houses lined up neatly on both sides, and the fog around them had inexplicably disappeared.

"Lord Wang, this?"

Lian Yuntian in front of him was a little uncertain, he stopped and asked Wang Xu behind him.

A ray of surprise flashed in Wang Xu's eyes, I'm afraid it's a little similar here, but it's definitely not as good as it.

He pondered for a moment, "Let's go and search the houses on both sides." ”

For a while, he didn't dare to go too deep into the village, and was ready to explore slowly.

Bang.

Lian Yuntian was just about to push the door open with a scabbard, but found that the door had fallen inside, and suddenly puffs of dust came to his face.

"How long has this house been unoccupied."

A dead man in black said suspiciously.

The wooden doors are rotten like this, and it doesn't look like no one has lived in it for a day or two.

Wang Xu didn't say a word, stepped in slowly, and took a closer look.

At first glance, there seems to be no difference in the style of ordinary Southland houses.

He looked at the wooden bed, the windowsill, and some of the commonly used utensils in the room, which were covered with a thick layer of dust, as if they had not been used for a long time.

"My lord, nothing has been found."

Yue Yi bent down, knocked on the ground, shook his head, got up and said.

The other black-clothed dead men also shook their heads one after another, and they also found nothing.

Wang Xu meticulously received every scene and object in the room, he closed his eyes and pondered for a while, people can't be gone for no reason, there must be some reason.

But if it was forced by someone, it would definitely not be such a scene, and besides, such a thick dust, still in the house, it would definitely not be a long time.

No, it's possible that people deliberately put it this way, but what is it for?

Wang Xu thought to himself, opened his eyes, "Let's go, go out, and go to see other houses." ”

He took the lead and walked out of the door and asked the black-clothed dead man at the door, "Did you find anything just now?" ”

The black-clothed dead man on the left shook his head, "No. ”

Then, the black-clothed dead man on the right side hesitated, "I seemed to see a familiar figure just now. ”

He was in a trance, and then shook his head violently, "Impossible, because ......"

The black-clothed dead man said respectfully: "My lord, it's okay, maybe I'm too nervous." ”

Wang Xu nodded, glanced at the dead man emphatically, and found that he seemed to be somewhat similar to Lian Yuntian, with a little less evil aura between his eyebrows, not like a ferocious person.

This situation is not uncommon, after all, there are very few murderers who are really vicious, and there are not many death row inmates who actually kill people, and these dead soldiers are more than a part of those who have been sentenced to many years in prison or sent to remote places.

These people have responded to the requirements of the Lingfu, and after coming in, they may be treated much better than those of death row prisoners, and the indicators for completing the task seem to be much lighter.

He turned around and whispered a few words in Lian Yuntian's ear, and then led people towards another house.

After inspecting three more houses in succession, Wang Xu and the others continued to walk towards the village.

At this moment, from their positions, they could see that the sun had risen as usual, and the sunlight shining on them was extremely warm, and there was no trace of fog at all.

And the three houses just now were no different from the first one just explored, as if the entire village had been evacuated for a long time, and there was no trace of the people's lives.

Even so, Wang Xu was still cautiously operating the cold mist knife technique in his body.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at his feet.

There were some footprints under his feet, which stretched all the way to the houses in the distance.

"Anyone?!"

Everyone looked at each other, and they were not relieved because they saw the footprints, but their hearts sank, and they even pulled out the sword in their hands directly.

After Wang Xu waited for a while, he silently walked forward again.

As the footsteps approached, a wisp of smoke could be clearly seen winding into the sky from a nearby house.