Dongzhang Village, the entrance of Zhangji Iron Shop.

The original blacksmith had long since been buried in the fire, leaving only the ruins and the pungent smell of fireworks.

Old Zhang Tou knelt quietly on the ground as if he had lost his soul, and on the ground beside him lay the unconscious Cuihua.

On the way back with his daughter, he saw corpses all along the way, and countless houses were buried in the fire.

"Dead, all dead!"

Old Zhang Tou clenched the golden long sword in his hand, and his body trembled.

More than 300 people in Dongzhang Village, regardless of men, women, old and children, were all killed by the mysterious black-clothed people from before, and not a single one was left alive.

It is not a pity for Zhang Yuanwai to die.

The only thing that made him sad was that the old Yuan who sold bamboo baskets in the east of the village, Shigen who liked to go to the door to drink wine, and the orphans and widows who died in the army by the men in the family next door......

The familiar faces, now only the cold corpses remained, constantly impacting his mind.

The old man who was over fifty years old, with sleepiness in his eyes, actually hugged his head, squatted down and cried bitterly.

"What did we do wrong, and why did we have to go through this fate......" he knelt on the ground with his legs bent.

Dongzhang Village is his home, but now, the home is no longer there, and all the distant relatives and neighbors in the past have died, leaving only their father and daughter.

At this time, an extremely weak voice came from behind him: "Daddy......"

Lao Zhangtou hurriedly wiped his tears, turned to look at Cuihua who had woken up, and squeezed out a stiff smile from his face: "Girl, are you okay?"

Cuihua seemed to be at a loss, and after looking around, a trace of clarity was restored in her eyes: "Dad, how did I end up here? Didn't I get arrested?"

"And you...... You're not ......."

She covered her mouth and looked at the old man's head, her eyes full of incredulity.

She clearly remembered that her father was brutally cut off by those people before, but now he stood in front of her.

"Daddy, what about wood......

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and then she suddenly looked at the ruins behind her, and her body trembled violently: "Wood...... Wood ......"

Then she was about to rush into the rubble.

Lao Zhangtou hurriedly grabbed her, sighed lightly, and said, "Your wood is not dead, it's just ......"

"What about the others?

In the face of Cuihua's loss of control, Lao Zhangtou's heart was slightly blocked, and his expression was extremely complicated, and he told the story of the incident one by one.

Half an hour later, there was a dead silence in the night, and only the father and daughter were left with a wordless confrontation.

"Dad, are you lying to me?" Cuihua was like a lightning strike, and her brain roared.

What did she hear?

Instead of being burned to death, her wood regained her memory and became normal, and she killed a dozen mysterious people and healed her father's hands and feet......

Lao Zhangtou knew that she was difficult to accept for a while, and it was worth standing aside silently and waiting for her to digest.

In fact, how could he accept it? Even when he saw the previous scene with his own eyes, he still felt like a dream.

In fact, people like Ye Chen are too far away from ordinary people like them, so far away that they only live in the myths boasted by the neighbors.

I don't know how long it took before Cuihua sat on the ground with a dejected face, bit her lip and said, "Dad...... You...... Do you say wood is an immortal?"

"Maybe......"

Lao Zhangtou took a deep breath, and then subconsciously clenched the golden sword in his hand.

At this moment, the ground began to tremble faintly, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping towards him.

In the frightened looks of the father and daughter, they saw a large number of armoured and halberd armies surging forward.

Lao Zhangtou subconsciously protected his daughter behind him, holding the golden sword tightly in his hand, he didn't know if this golden sword could really protect them, but that was their only hope.

"Enemy ...... This is the great army of the enemy country......"

After seeing the armor and black flags worn by those troops, Lao Zhangtou became more and more nervous.

When he was young, he went to Lin'an County, and on the street, he saw soldiers from the enemy Daluo Dynasty being paraded through the streets.

The army of the Daluo Dynasty suddenly stopped, and the vanguard officer stretched out his hand and pointed at the father and daughter of Lao Zhangtou: "General, there are people here!"

"Take it!"

As an indifferent voice came out, more than a dozen people rushed towards the father and daughter.

Lao Zhangtou subconsciously poked out the golden sword in his hand, his body trembled, and he tried his best to think about the method of use that Ye Chen told him before leaving.

"Wait!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the army, and this voice was mixed with a hint of fear.

The next moment!

I saw an old man in purple suddenly jump out and walk slowly in front of Lao Zhangtou's father and daughter, staring at the golden sword with his eyes.

"Don't be nervous, sir. ”

As if seeing the nervousness of the old man, the old man in purple smiled and said: "The old man is a member of the Daluo Dynasty, and he will not hurt you people, just ask a few questions." ”

The old man looked at him with a wary face.

The old man in purple was not angry, he took a deep look at the golden sword in his hand, and said as if he was afraid: "Dare to ask the old man, who gave you this sword?"

He is a person from the Wusheng Mountain of the Daluo Dynasty, and has been worshiped by Daluo for generations, and he also traveled with the army this time, the purpose is to deal with the martial saint of Dakun.

It seems that ordinary people like Lao Zhangtou can't get into his eyes at all according to common sense, let alone let him appear in person.

However, everything was because of the golden sword in Lao Zhangtou's hand, which gave him, a third-turn martial saint, a creepy feeling, as if it was the power of the emperor realm.

He had a hunch that once Lao Zhangtou activated the golden sword, including him and the 100,000 army behind him, he was afraid that it would be wiped out.

That's why he showed up in time to stop it.

The old man said as if threatening: "This ...... This is the ...... my son-in-law gave me."

"Son-in-law......"

The purple-clothed old man's eyes narrowed slightly, although he didn't believe Lao Zhangtou's words, he still nodded and said, "Uncle, you can leave." ”

With that, he returned to the army.

"Let's go!"

The army marched again, and in an orderly manner, in the eyes of Lao Zhangtou's father and daughter, they headed south.

It wasn't until they went far away that Lao Zhangtou woke up from a dream, and he couldn't believe that the enemy army didn't kill them.

He looked thoughtfully at the golden sword in his hand, and subconsciously clenched it tighter and tighter.

......

In the midst of the open fire army, a luxurious carriage was surrounded by everyone and moved forward in the middle.

As the commander of the army, Liang Wu rode forward, parallel to the carriage, and couldn't help but say, "Old Wu, why did you let go of those two just now?"

Although Liang Wu was the commander of the army on this trip, his words were very polite, because the existence in the carriage was even today.

It is also the deity in their minds.

A few seconds later, the voice of the purple-clothed old man came from inside the carriage: "General Liang, can you see the golden sword in the old man's hand?"

(End of chapter)