The fire that ignited in the Song family reflected half of the night as day.

Because of drinking, when Fu Shao corrected the sweetness of his sleep, he was directly wrapped in a quilt and hugged out by the dumb uncle. Followed by a large area of scorched head and a few bubbles on his face, the three of them were in an unprecedented panic.

The fire was like hell, the cries of men, women, and children came and went, and Fu Shao threw up while holding on to the tree, and her hands were trembling and she couldn't tie the straps of her clothes. She slapped herself twice, looked up, and saw that the dumb uncle didn't say a word, and got up again and rushed into the fire.

She knew that the dumb uncle had burned several parts of his body in order to save her. Her sanity told her that an order should be given to stop the dumb uncle from going back.

But she couldn't open her mouth.

The dumb uncle rushed into the fire and rushed out with a child in his arms.

It is said that the child was hiding in a water tank and was not burned, but was clearly choked by the smoke and passed out. The dumb uncle's hair and beard had been burned all over, the blood from the wound had been burned and dried up on his body, and his legs were still on fire, and he seemed to be unconscious, so he rushed in again.

When he rushed out again this time, he didn't take two steps and fell at the gate of the Song family.

Fu Shaogen had never heard Jing'er, or such a miserable cry that a person could make, and the sadness and despair in that voice were like a powerful hand slapping Fu Shaogen one after another.

There was a pot-bellied vase in his arms, and Fu Shao gently pulled the vase out of the arms of the dumb uncle, and gently leaned down, rolling out a folded paper folded into four folds, a bottle of sauce, and a jade pendant engraved with "Bamboo Newspaper Peace".

On the paper, in very upright small letters, a recipe is written. If you look closely, it's a sauce recipe.

Fu Shao's eyes were hot, she never knew that Han Yinchuan's words were so well written.

Fu Shao bit his finger and stuffed it into the dumb uncle's mouth, as long as the dumb uncle could open his eyes, she was willing to pay any price. At this moment, she really begged for a miracle from heaven, and she would take no revenge and take them to live a day without vendettas.

Fu Shaogen patted Uncle Dumb's face with his other hand and called softly, "Han Yinchuan, wake up." You drink my blood, and you will surely get better soon. ”

When the dumb uncle heard the words "Han Yinchuan", he suddenly had a convulsion, and a sound of unknown meaning came out of his mouth, and he really opened his eyes.

He looked at Fu Shaogen and showed a very happy smile, with a flash of light in his eyes, as if the high-spirited young hero had returned when he was fighting the sword rivers and lakes, and the kind of temperament that ignored everything and was self-respecting returned to him in an instant.

However, it didn't take long for his eyes to gradually lose their luster again, and he could feel the heat in his mouth dissipating slightly.

Fu Shao was even more desperate, she seemed to ask Jing'er, and she seemed to ask herself.

"Why?"

Why did you kill the people of the Song family? Shouldn't it be just the three of them who want to be killed? Why is there no one around to save me? Why did the dear neighbors, who usually come and go, cover their ears and close their eyes?

This familiar technique is like burning the inn that day, just like burning the Medicine King Valley in the past.

These men in black, can't just let them go?

Fu Shao was calmer, and she could even feel her heartbeat slowly adjusting from the initial intensity to a normal speed, and it could even be said that it was slower and more stable.

She stood up and walked around the Song family, walking very slowly, and when she walked down, she remembered how many steps she had taken and how many turns she had turned. It was as if her eyes were recreating what had happened here a few hours ago.

A group of people in black, taking advantage of the fact that the people here were eating meat and drinking wine, happily celebrating their happy lives, quietly poured fire oil around the house. They hear the laughter of old men, children, men and women, but they are unmoved, and even gloat in their hearts: be happy as you are, and you will die like animals in ignorance.

When the men drank too much, fell drunk in their seats, and fell drunk under the beautiful starry sky they were accustomed to, the man in black lit the torch of hell and sent everyone of the Song family to the western sky with his own hands.

In fact, the target of these black-clothed men may only be the three "unidentified" masters and servants, maybe they found clues from Ganyuan City and followed them all the way, maybe these people from the Song family just buried the three of them with their masters and servants.

Suddenly, his throat was sweet, and Fu Shao spit out a mouthful of blood.

Jing'er pounced and wiped the blood from Fu Shaogen's mouth with a handkerchief. She took Fu Shaogen into her arms. cried and said: "Young master, let's go, let's get out of here, we won't avenge this revenge!" ”

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The sweat on Fu Shaogen's body blown by the night wind was cold and hot, hot and cold, and Fu Shaogen's human skin mask was also burned. At this moment, she was just a girl who looked extremely weak and pale.

Her headache seemed like it was going to explode. But she was more sober than ever.

Everything that had happened since she woke up from the Valley of the Medicine King began to play over and over again in her mind, as if in slow motion without missing a single detail.

“…… It seems that this king is a step too late. A faint sigh rang in her ears.

There was a figure stumbling not far from the still burning fire, and was crying. Who is that? Whose loved ones? Who was the person who burned him inside?

"It was my nurse's youngest son, who was lucky enough to save his life because he was an errand boy by my side." The voice in Fu Shaogen's ears sounded again.

Fu Shao was even a little funny and came up with an idea, should he go to that person and kneel down to kowtow to him three times? I'm really sorry, can you forgive us three disasters?

However, her body seemed to be frozen, it was obviously a summer night, but the cool night wind was like a knife scraping bones, and the flesh and blood that was dull and dull poked at the tip of her heart were blurred.

After another sigh, the voice said: "It's about Han Yinchuan that someone has seen through, this place is close to the imperial city, if you don't cut the grass and eradicate the roots, how can those people sleep peacefully?" …… In the future, you will only have to be more careful. ”

After saying that, the person turned to leave, and there was a faint scent of Buddha's hand in the air, which suddenly dissipated, as if no one had ever come.

Fu Shao was even more stupid and thought about some inconsequential things, such as at this time, she was thinking: Prince Xiaohe's clothes used to like to smoke bergamot.

Prince Xiaohe left a few people, these people were very quick with their hands and feet, not only extinguished all the fire, but also cleaned out all the corpses that could be found inside, and arranged them in three rows in the open space in front of the door: men, women, and children.

The rescued child was still asleep in Jing'er's arms.

Fu Shao prayed silently, don't wake up, don't wake up. Don't let you see this scene.

Xiao He's subordinates counted the number, plus the child who still survived, it was indeed the entire population of the Song family, not bad.

These people quickly took the corpses away, and before leaving, they told Fu Shaogen that Prince Xiaohe had instructed them to find a good place to bury them in feng shui, and asked Fu Shaogen if he had any other plans next, and they could help them find a place to settle down again according to the prince's wishes.

I didn't want to shake my head.

The leader did not say much, and immediately withdrew. Leaving behind a charred ruin, a scorched earth that emits a foul odor.

The scene of last night's wine and singing seemed to be an empty dream, just an imagination, and it never really happened.

Fu Shao looked around, it was early morning, birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, chickens were singing and dogs were barking, but there was no dealer pushing the door out. It's as if everyone in this area is dead.

Fu Shaogen pulled his lips and smiled, and suddenly his mouth was hot, it turned out that his lips were too dry, and a small hole was torn.

Fu Shaogen suddenly had a strange thought in his heart. She bit her lip harder, and more blood flowed out, and she wiped it with her finger and put it in the mouth of the still unconscious child.

Before he could pass by, the child's eyes moved and he slowly opened his eyes.