Chapter 122: The Poisoner

"No, half a month after the fog was generated, a man took the Mengslay stone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info," Ma said.

"Alas, they were so hateful that they killed so many people."

"They're damned!! All of us in our village died at the hands of the Drops of Blood. Ma Qiang's eyes widened: "I know that only you have the power to put an end to this." So I tried my best to bring you into a dream, you must avenge us, for the thousands of people in the ancient city who died! ā€

He seemed very emotional and kept shaking my arm.

Regardless of whether there is a horse to strengthen or not, I will make a break with [Blood Droplets]. But so far I am still blank for them, and even worse. The most important thing for me is that Xiao Pan is missing.

Since he has something to ask me, I have to ask him some questions. Ma Qiang and the woman husband and wife, people are dying, and their words are good, maybe the woman will tell him some inside story. It's that he is the unjust soul of the deserted village, and it is possible to know Xiao Pan's whereabouts.

"Did you see Xiao Pan last night?"

"Xiao Pan?"

Alas! In my brain, how would he know that it was Xiao Pan: "It's the boy who came with him and wore glasses." Last night, he went out to chase Zhao Famin and never came back. ā€

"Last night, that little ... Xiao Pan, go chase a man. Later, because the fog was too big, he seemed to be lost, and then went all the way west. ā€

"All the way west?" I closed my eyes and thought about the location of the deserted village, to the west? Isn't that the direction of Shen Shuang's family? What is he doing there?

I just watched him walk out of the village in a hurry with his phone in his hand, and he never came back. ā€

Xiao Pan was holding a mobile phone in his hand, if he encountered some emergency, otherwise he would not say goodbye. Then, I asked Zhao Famin about it. Ma Qiang told me that he had not been to the deserted village before, and that he had come to the village for the first time two days ago with his things. And there was something on them that was so powerful to us that we couldn't get close to them at all.

It seems that Ma Qiangqiang can't ask much about Zhao Famin.

"Apart from us, who else has been to the deserted village?"

"The woman who came with you often."

"I know this, her name is Shen Shuang, what about her?"

"There's a woman who is about your age recently."

I don't know why, when I heard him say this, Wang Juan's figure immediately appeared in my mind. I asked him about the woman's appearance and dress, and sure enough, it was Wang Juan.

"A little further back, two years ago. A man in his twenties and thirties came, carrying a bag on his back. Wearing a pair of glasses, holding a pen in his hand, he keeps remembering something. Looks like a particularly cultured person. ā€

"Two years ago?!" I muttered, eight or nine are not far from ten, he is talking about Yongxi. Tian Tian also said that she saw Yongxi coming.

"How much do you know about [Blood Drops]?" The previous ones are all things that don't matter, and this question is definitely the one I want to ask the most.

"[Blood droplets] all come from one family, and that is the poison family. I don't know what happened in the ancient city, the drug family has been chasing after us, and they want to kill us people. ā€

"A family?" I've never heard Xiao Pan talk to my parents about these things.

If you think about it, you can't complain about them, more than 300 years have passed. Many past events will also be forgotten by people due to time, wars and other factors. There is more than a hundred years between the age of Maqiang and the sinking of the ancient city, but he is the closest person I know to that history, and he should know more secrets than we do.

"The poison family seems to be the largest family in Sicheng at that time, and the family is divided into two parts. Some of them are in business, and the wind and water are booming; Some of the cultivators asked, and built a large number of Taoist temples. Later, I don't know what happened, and suddenly the family disappeared. I disappeared and asked the old people in the village, but they couldn't tell me. ā€

"Gone? How could such a big family disappear? ā€

"I don't know if it's because it's old, or if someone deliberately erased that history. I have asked around about the history of the drug family, but no one knows. Ma Qiang said.

Poison family, the first time I know that the [Blood Drops] are all from this family. What happened that year, they used the Killing Stone to harm the people of a city. Even if there is a deep hatred, more than 300 years have passed. What else can't they put down, and still kill it so cleanly?

For more than 300 years, the wheel of history has continued to move forward. The Qing Dynasty went from strength to decline, from an independent country to a "slave" of foreigners; Later, the Qing Dynasty rose up and Japan invaded; And then after the founding of the country, it is not allowed to become a fine.

Dynasties have changed, people have died one after another, and the hatred has kept changing, but the hatred of the drug family has not disappeared. Every sixty years (a Jiazi), a massacre is carried out for those who are born in the year of Bingzi.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Ma Qiang suddenly knelt down: "I told you everything I know, you must help us take revenge!" Under the Killing Stone, our souls have been wandering in the fog and cannot be reincarnated. Only when the blood drops are dead can I solve the hatred in my heart!! ā€

When he spoke, his body was always shrouded in a cloud of black gas, gritted his teeth, and said the last sentence viciously.

It's normal for Ma to hate him so much, it's like a prison here, they are locked up indefinitely, it's not normal for him to grit his teeth if he doesn't hate.

I picked him up, nodded and said, "Not only for you, but also for myself, don't worry!" ā€

"It's dawn, it's time for you to go back." The figure of the horse strengthened slowly disappeared.

I was the only one left in the empty courtyard.