In the Xia family's mansion, when passing by a courtyard, Xia Hao saw a young man in a white spiritual robe, led by the steward, into the council hall.

The young man looked sad and angry, his eyes were red, and it was clear that he had suffered a grieving accident.

"Who is this and what happened?"

Xia Hao asked a guard with some curiosity.

The guard sighed and said: "Qingshan Village was slaughtered, one hundred and ten people, old and young, women and children, all of them were spared, except for this little brother, who was in a foreign place, and only escaped by luck." ”

"Qingshan Village was slaughtered?

Xia Hao frowned when he heard this.

Qingshan Village, he has a faint impression, is a small village attached to the family. The villagers are simple and kind, and keep to themselves, what kind of person, so cruel, slaughtered such a diligent and kind village?

The guard showed a trace of resentment on his face, and said: "It's the people of the Zhao family, who framed and said that the people of Qingshan Village stole their family's Ding weapon, and actually shot and killed all the 100 people of Qingshan Village, and not a single one was left, these jackals and bandits are really inhumane!"

In this world, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and as ordinary people, sometimes, life is cheaper than grass. Sometimes, there are powerful cultivators who fight and inflict damage to the pond fish, and they can destroy several villages in a row; there are also cultivators of the Demon Sect who have thousands of lives in their hands to cultivate evil skills, and at most hundreds of thousands; and even some cultivators can destroy a village or town without blinking an eye because they are in a bad mood.

Who can those innocent civilians who died tragically to reason?

But the Zhao family's massacre of Qingshan Village obviously has a deeper reason.

How could Xia Hao not see it?

"Yelujia, you are really going to be on the verge of death crazy temptation, ready to go on the road of temptation forever......"

"I'm ready to go straight to Huangquan Road. ”

In Xia Hao's eyes, a cold chill appeared.

Who doesn't know that the Zhao family is a thug supported by the Yelu family, and many bloody and cruel dirty things are secretly instructed by the Zhao family to be carried out single-handedly. If there is no shadow of the Yelu family behind this matter, who can believe it?

This is not only a further test of Xia Hao,

is also testing the confidence of the Xia family now.

"Hey, young master, you just returned home, and you're going out again?"

Seeing Xia Hao turn around and walk out, the guard asked strangely.

"Go to Castle Peak Village. ”

In the faint voice, Xia Hao's figure was already far away.

The sun sets.

The thick afterglow, like blood and fire, stained the sky red.

The fiery red clouds poured into the air, as if within reach, filled with the gloom of dusk and twilight, and the slightest oppression.

Xia Hao came to the stone road on the outskirts of the city.

Faintly, a village can be seen not far away. The houses are heavy, the ridges are staggered, a big locust tree stands at the entrance of the village, the wind blows, the fragrance of light locust flowers floats with the wind, simple and distant.

"Hello, big brother. ”

Just when Xia Hao came to the entrance of the village, a crisp sound sounded like a silver bell.

A little girl of seven or eight years old, standing under the locust tree, with a pair of watery eyes, although she was only wearing coarse cloth clothes, she could not hide her pure and delicate temperament, cute and innocent.

Xia Hao looked at the little girl, his eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately showed a look of pity, and smiled: "Hello." ”

"Are you also a cultivator?"

The little girl blinked and asked.

Xia Hao nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

The little girl turned around under the tree and said, "My brother is also a cultivator, his cultivation is already a double body realm! At the end of this year, I am very hopeful that he will be selected by the master family to cultivate as a real martial artist." ”

As she spoke, the little girl's eyes rolled, "Big brother, you must be tired after such a long journey, why don't you go to my house to sit down! ”

The little girl took Xia Hao and walked into the village, passing through the houses, the surroundings were very quiet, although it was daytime, but quiet, as if people had not woken up from their sleep, there was a feeling of emptiness.

"Big brother, I'll tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else. Actually, I also want to become a cultivator. ”

The little girl said like a cheerful butterfly, jumping up and down, leading the way in front.

"Why?" Xia Hao asked, "Shouldn't a little girl like you play carefree every day and collect more beautiful toys and accessories? Cultivation is very boring and hard, how can you want to become a cultivator?"

"Because by becoming a cultivator, I will be able to protect my family and prevent them from being harmed in any way. ”

"Look, I'm here!"

"This is my brother, he's cultivating. ”

The little girl pointed forward.

I saw a young man sitting cross-legged on a rock in front of a stone house, his expression focused, and his eyes closed to cultivate.

"My brother is the most attentive when he is cultivating, let's not disturb him, big brother, let's come to the house and sit down first. Later, when my brother's cultivation is over, you can exchange cultivation experiences, and maybe the two of you can become good friends!"

The little girl said, reaching out and pushing towards the door of the stone house.

Xia Hao looked at the young man.

The boy sat on the rock, motionless, like a sculpture. But in his neck, there was a long cleft, and blood flowed out like a spring, staining his robe, and his body, and the rock on which he sit, were dyed bloody.

Crunch!

The little girl pushed open the door.

As the door opened, it was as if another world had been opened, and a gust of wind blew, making the grass and trees rattle, and making people feel cold.

"Father, a guest has come!" cried the little girl cheerfully.

"Oh, this boy is good. An honest middle-aged man turned around, rubbed his hands, and said.

It's just that when he opened his mouth to speak, streams of blood kept gushing out of his mouth like a fountain, and blood was dripping.

"Big Brother ......"

The little girl stopped, turned her head, and saw that wisps of blood began to flow from her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, staining her innocent and delicate face......

The wind was blowing all around.

Cloudy clouds.

The heavens and the earth became dark, as if there was an invisible cloud of gloom and misery shrouded in misery.

"Young master. ”

A voice broke the gloomy atmosphere and pulled Xia Hao back into the real world.

As far as the eye can see, there are no honest middle-aged men around, no more young people who cultivate, and the little girl has also dissipated, only empty houses, blowing cold wind, bleak and cold.

Xia Hao knew that the little girl was just a ghost condensed by obsession.

Everything is just an illusion of the little girl's obsession.

In Xia Hao's eyes, the chill was like ice.

As the Emperor of the Eight Cold Prisons, he knows better than others how much pain and despair a little girl should suffer in her life, and her obsession can condense into a ghost after death.

Even so, turning into a ghost, the little girl revealed innocence and kindness.

What is wrong with such an innocent and kind little girl to die so innocently?

The people of the Zhao family......

If they are not punished, what is the reason?

What is the reason of heaven!