The bowl spirit picked up the ancient book and felt the familiar breath on it, only then did he know that he was following it, but where did the old lady go?

The bowl spirit looked into the distance, and his vision was dim, and a feeling of loss was inexplicable.

Although Aunt Zhe is not related to him, but in just a few days, he still feels endless warmth, and Wan Ling really doesn't want any accidents to happen to the old man.

On the way back, Wanling was no longer in a hurry. At this moment, it was completely dark, and the mountains and forests were a little cold at night. On the way, the bowl spirit picked up the hide, slashed off the limbs with a dagger, and draped it over his body to keep him warm.

Having just descended to the bottom of the fourth mountain, the bowl spirit seemed to look to his side, always feeling that something was watching him, but when his gaze moved, this feeling disappeared again.

This feeling reappeared as the bowl spirit approached the third mountain from which it came, and this time very strongly.

The bowl spirit stopped and sensed carefully, and this time the feeling of being watched did not disappear. The bowl spirit followed the direction of the sense, and in front of him was a low bush, and it was quiet inside.

When the bowl spirit came to the middle of the bush, he was shocked by what he saw.

The ground was a mess, and the dark brown dirt was mixed with a lot of blood, and it was clear that something had fought here. The bloodstains were concentrated on a broken leg bone and the carcasses of two wild wolves.

The bowl spirit weighed as much as a thousand pounds under his feet, and slowly moved to the side of this leg bone, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, caressing the blood on the leg bone that had not yet dried.

At this moment, a weak voice suddenly came from the depths of the bush.

"Rong'er ......"

There was a roar in Wan Ling's mind, this was the voice of the elder lady. The bowl spirit suddenly felt infinite power burst out of his body, and he rushed over in a few steps. Behind a shrub, I finally found the figure of the old lady.

At this moment, the eldest lady is completely inhuman, covered with mud and blood, her left leg is gone, but the fatal wound is on the neck, the wound at this time is still not completely coagulated, and the blood is sprinkled all over her chest, it is hard to imagine what kind of mind she has survived to the present.

The bowl spirit's vision was blurred, and the clearest image in his mind was the wounded face of the old lady and the distorted left arm that was barely raised.

Wan Ling wiped away the tears in his eyes, walked a few steps to Aunt Zhe, and held the old man's outstretched left arm, but he couldn't cry.

Aunt Zhe didn't seem to feel that someone was coming at all, her left arm was still stiffly stretched forward, and she muttered the name "Rong'er" in her mouth.

"I... It's Rong'er. Wan Ling choked up, even he didn't know why he said this, and he didn't realize why he knew that Rong'er was the person that Aunt Zhe was looking for.

As soon as these words came out, Aunt Zhe's sluggish face rarely changed a little, and the bowl spirit could feel that the breath on her body suddenly became stronger, and then slowly fell back until it disappeared completely, and Aunt Zhe died.

A cloud of black gas that could not be sensed was always hovering above the head of the eldest lady, and after she died, this black gas slowly dispersed, but most of it was absorbed by the eyebrows of the bowl spirit.

Bowl Spirit naturally didn't feel this, at the moment he was in a state of confusion, and he was blaming himself for not letting Aunt Zhe come out alone, but everything was already beyond his reach.

The bowl spirit bowed three times to the body of the lady, and then dug a pit with a dagger and buried it inside. By the time all this was done, it was already approaching dawn.

The bowl spirit rested for a while, ate all the remaining fish food, and then set off to return to Nantou Village. Aunt Zhe may have other family members, the old man is deceased, why should he go and inform him.

When Wan Ling climbed the last hill near Nantou Village, he suddenly found that the direction of Nantou Village was cloudy and raining, but the sky was clear here.

Wan Ling walked down the hill, and when he approached Nantou Village, he covered his face again.

It was daytime at the moment, but except for the sound of rain dripping, the whole Nantou Village was as quiet as death.

The door of the house was open, and the bowl spirit remembered that it was closed when he left, and someone must have returned.

The bowl spirit hurriedly ran into the courtyard, but did not see any figure. When he walked into the room where he was recuperating a few days ago, he unexpectedly saw the corpse of an old man.

The old man had a shallow red mark on his forehead, and there were no other wounds on his body.

"Is he Uncle Zhe? What the hell is going on?"

In addition, the room had apparently been turned over, and on the surface, it looked like it had been ransacked.

Wan Ling went to the side room to take a look, and there was no one inside, but the situation was the same as the previous room.

The bowl spirit then left the place, intending to find someone in the village to ask about it. But when he visited several houses in a row, he realized that there was no one in the entire Nantou Village at this moment, and all the residents had not closed their doors, obviously leaving temporarily for some urgent matter.

When Wan Ling walked to the pool at the head of the village, he saw a shocking scene.

There are a large number of fish and shrimp floating in the pool, and there are nearly 100 corpses. These corpses, except for the elderly and children, are all residents of Nantou Village.

Frightened, the bowl spirit looked at a corpse near the shore, and found that the wound of this corpse was exactly the same as that of the old man's corpse in the house of the old lady. What's even more strange is that since this place has left Nantou Village, although it is also shrouded in dark clouds, there is no rain, and this rain seems to have only come for Nantou Village.

The rainwater slowly flows down the path in the middle of Nantou Village into the pool, diluting the blood in it, as if it wants to wash everything away.

Realizing that something had happened and that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, the bowl spirit hurried towards the village. And with him left the boundless dead air above the pool.

As soon as Wan Ling ran into the intersection of the village, he heard a voice in the distance.

Bowl Spirit hid in a corner and looked into the distance outside the village, and found hundreds of people driving the waterwheel in the direction of the village. These people are all very young, and judging from their costumes, they are obviously from Nantou Village.

The bowl spirit didn't dare to stay long, if these people found out, they would be mistaken for a murderer.

The bowl spirit returned to the house of the elder lady, wrapped the corpse on the ground with animal skins and resisted it, and then continued to run towards the mountains and forests.

As soon as Wanling arrived at the top of the mountain, a cry resounded through the direction of Nantou Village.

The bowl spirit turned around to look over, and although the terrifying face under the black cloth was neither happy nor sad, but his heart was extremely firm.

"Whoever did it, I'll give you justice. ”