In the cottage, Mist's injuries gradually improved, and his internal strength recovered somewhat. These days, Min Er has been taking good care of the fog. Misty also gradually learned that Min Er's parents had just passed away, and she was the only one left in the family.

Just like myself, I have no relatives.

With this feeling, Fog subconsciously chose to forget, and his world was lonely.

It is hard to imagine the extent to which a person who has lived alone since he was a teenager has reached the loneliness in his heart.

Maybe it's so strong that you can't feel it.

The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the village, and the golden sunset seemed to be above the village, so close and close. The tribesmen follow the ordinary life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. This evening, the people who had gone out to hunt and work had returned one after another to enjoy this wonderful time with their families.

It was getting dark, and the lights in the stockade were gradually extinguished. Occasionally, a few dogs barked, and as usual, everything seemed so calm as usual.

But on this night, although the sky was full of stars, it felt a little gloomy for no reason.

On the deep mountain path in front of Mengda Cottage, a team of warriors wearing black suits appeared. These people are all good at calm breath and successful cultivation. Despite running on the rugged and bumpy mountain road, the pace was still steady, and the queue was not chaotic at all.

In the quiet courtyard, there was no light, and Min Er also went back to her room to rest. Ye Wuhui was lying on his back on the bed, perhaps because he had been resting for many days, he had no sleepiness today.

Years of killing, replayed clearly in his mind. He thought of the old land of the Ye family, thought of his father, and thought of those relatives who were long gone. He took a breath, the enemies of the Ye family had not yet received the retribution they deserved, and they were still waiting for him to take revenge with his own hands.

His eyes were fixed on the window, where a faint starlight shone through the gaps in the window paper. After a while, he suddenly sat up and held the pitch-black black flame sword at the head of the bed tightly in his hand.

Having been killed many times, he keenly felt that the aura of dangerous killing was gradually approaching.

He got out of bed barefoot, walking without the slightest sound. It was only after he reached the wooden door that he stopped and sensed it carefully.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and then a figure swept up, and the sword flashed towards the bed where the fog had been lying before.

Ye Wuhui was hidden behind the door, and that person's skill realm was not as good as his, so he didn't notice it. The dark sword shadow flashed, Ye Wuhui stabbed it with a sword, the figure trembled, the long sword stabbed to the chest from behind, and before he could turn his head, he had already fallen on the edge of the bed, out of breath.

Ye Wuhui had no mask on his face, and frowned slightly. He thought that he had come to deal with him, and he was a high-level killer of the Dark Dragon Organization, but he didn't expect that the other party's strength was extremely low, and he was far worse than himself. By the faint light coming from the doorway, he looked over the shoulder of the man in black, and saw a small font embroidered on it, which was the word "shadow".

He didn't know where the Assassin with the word "Shadow" embroidered on his clothes came from. There was no time for him to think, and the aura of danger was still around.

Ye Wuhui put on a black cloak, walked out of the wooden door, and swept straight towards Min Er's residence.

Min Er had also fallen asleep at this time, and there was no light in the house. He hesitated slightly, it didn't seem appropriate to break into the girl's boudoir so late at night.

Two more dark shadows flickered by, and they entered the courtyard together. Wu Hui looked carefully in the dark, and the strength of these two people was similar to that of the previous person. Just as he was about to make a move, when the two of them died, another person came in at the gate of the courtyard, and this person's aura was faint, and he was already a master of the Great Grandmaster realm. Wu Hui held his breath, he was a killer and understood how to maximize his strength.

Strength is not only skill and realm, but also calculation, timing, etc., which are also part of strength.

The black-clothed grandmaster seemed to be a leader, and he walked slowly, as if he was waiting for something. Gradually, he began to approach the place where no return lived. Without looking back, there was still the corpse of the man in black lying in the room, and if it was found at this time, it would be very unfavorable to him.

At this time, his external injuries had healed, but his skills had not fully recovered, and he didn't know how many people the other party had dispatched.

How can it be beneficial to himself? As a killer, he has already measured it in his heart.

The black-clothed grandmaster finally entered the room, and the other two black-clothed men were about to open the door of Min'er's room. Without hesitation, under the dim starlight, the black flame sword light flashed again. Without returning to the two swords, the two men in black fell to the ground in an instant, and as expected, there was embroidery with the word "shadow" on their shoulders.

Without looking back, he opened the door lightly and swept to Min'er's bed. He reached out and touched Min Er's forehead, Min Er opened her eyes in a daze, and suddenly saw a black shadow standing in front of the bed, she was extremely scared, opened her mouth, made a "ahh

The black-clothed grandmaster master was checking the dead black-clothed companion in the house, this cottage was just an ordinary villager of the Nanmiao tribe, they had carefully measured the strength of the village before leaving, although they were not sure that there must be no master in the village, but after all, he was a master of the great grandmaster realm, so he didn't care in his heart. This time his subordinates died silently, and he suddenly raised a little vigilance in his heart.

At this moment, the sound of "ahh The voice sounded weak, slight, but somewhat unusual.

The black-clothed Grandmaster immediately left the wooden house and walked towards the place where the sound came from. The two cabins were only three or four feet apart, but they were facing different directions, and he walked very slowly, turning a corner, and holding his weapon in his hand.

I saw two more bodies in black lying at the door, the door was open, and the edge of the room was pitch black. At least he was standing in the starlight, and it was hard to see clearly. As he walked towards the house, he carefully sensed the movement around him.

Until he reached the bed, there was still no movement. This is obviously the boudoir of the girl's house, and there is a faint fragrance in the house.

But at this time, it was empty.

The black-clothed Grandmaster turned around and walked out of the wooden house, exhaling unconsciously. He crouched down and looked at the wounds of the two men. Both of them were stabbed by sharp blades, and the other attacked from behind, so that the two of them couldn't even sense it. The black-clothed Grandmaster was a little surprised in his heart, even if he himself, it was impossible for him to take the lives of his two subordinates silently.

If the other party can do it, either his skills are much more advanced than his own, or he is a master who is good at concealing his aura. His eyes looked around, and he felt that everything around him was strange, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness.

The black-clothed Grandmaster hurriedly got up, leaned forward, and his blade was across his chest. His eyes wandered around, and he walked backwards towards the gate of the courtyard.

Under a bush of banana trees in the yard, Wuhui and Min'er are hiding here. The darkness could not stop the eyes of no return, and he stared at the black-clothed grandmaster until the other party left the courtyard gate.

Min Er's body trembled slightly, and when she swept over with her in her arms just now, she glanced at the two corpses lying at the door of the house. For a simple girl like Min'er, who grew up in the village since she was a child, these killings and gore are beyond the bottom line she can accept. reminded her of the black-robed figure she saw hiding in the shadows on the night her parents died.

Min Er leaned on half of her body, holding her arms with both hands, and her body trembled. But her eyes were also firmly fixed on the figure of the black-clothed grandmaster under the starlight.

After the black-clothed grandmaster withdrew from the courtyard, Wu Hui gently patted Min Er on the shoulder, and Min Er came back to his senses and looked up at Wu Hui. There were tears on her face, and there was some fear in her eyes. Wu Hui nodded to Min Er, gesturing in his hand, meaning: "I'm going to take a look in the stockade, I'm afraid that they will kill all your people." "There is no return to the state of mind at this time, and there have been some changes. At any other time, he would never have shown his form before his strength had fully recovered.

Min Er nodded again and again, grateful to Wuhui in her heart. She is just a weak woman, and she has nothing to do about these killings and fights. Fortunately, there is no return, she thinks so in her heart.

Wu Hui stood up, took off his black cloak, draped it on Min'er, and motioned for her to stay here and wait for him to come back. Min Er nodded again, but suddenly she was alone here, and she must have been scared in her heart.

There is no return and no doppelganger, and one cannot be separated to take care of Min'er. didn't hesitate at the moment, his body swept up, and he got out of the courtyard with a rise and fall. I saw that in the cottage, there were already many fires in the courtyards of wooden houses, and black shadows were dancing bloodthirsty blades under the firelight.

Wu Hui's face instantly turned cold. He is a killer, but he never kills innocents indiscriminately.

Wu Hui swept in and out of several courtyards one after another, but helplessly, all that was left in the courtyard was blood and corpses. There were a lot of men in black, and they were the first to attack in the dark, and almost none of the tribesmen in the stockade could escape with their lives.

Even though he had gone through countless killings, at this moment, a large number of tribesmen who did not know the slightest martial arts died innocently under the knife of the man in black, and the cruelty of it made his heart instantly cold.

In the farms outside the ancient town, there are no children sent back one by one, aren't they all lost their relatives under such killings?

The figure flickered in one courtyard after another, and he flew silently, and every time the black flame sword stabbed out, it took away the lives of people in black.

He had never killed so frequently and harvested human lives in such large numbers.

The black-clothed grandmaster withdrew from the courtyard, and seeing that there was no movement around him, his heart also relaxed. He has suffered from heart disease since he was a child, and he must not be frightened, otherwise his heart will beat uncontrollably and want to jump out of his chest. Fortunately, when I met a good master, I learned a lot of skills. Later, he moved to the organization and had a bigger backer. It's just that this heart disease is difficult to cure.

"My lord!" a man in black rushed over with a little embarrassment, and saw the black-clothed grandmaster from a distance, shouting loudly, with urgency and panic in his voice.

"What are you yelling for?" the black-clothed Grandmaster's heart tightened, thinking that something had changed. Stared at his subordinates, his face slightly displeased.

"Little one, my lord, there was a young man with a black sword in his hand, and many of our brethren died at his hands. The black man said anxiously on his knees.

"Oh, what is his strength, is he a great grandmaster?" the black-clothed grandmaster was startled again, staring at him closely.

"He was so fast that he was silent, and before the brothers knew it, he had killed them all!" said the man in black in fear again.

"Hmph, waste! I can't even see how the other party is making a move, what do you want?" the black-clothed grandmaster's heart fired. But he never thought that Wuhui killed two of his subordinates within a few feet of him, and he didn't realize it.

"Go, and tell them all to come and meet here. It's been so long, and a small village hasn't been cleaned yet, and it's all waste. The black-clothed grandmaster cursed in his mouth, and his heart was beating a little faster.

"Yes, yes, my subordinates will go. The man in black saluted, turned and ran back into the darkness.

"The young man with the black sword, the black sword, is it the killer?" the black-clothed grandmaster exhaled, trying to calm his heart. He stood on the path in the middle of the stockade and thought, "No, it is rumored that he is a middle-aged man, how can he be a young man?"

"Your Excellency!" was only a half-hour before a hurried shout rang out again. Listening to the voice, it was still the man in black before.

"Damn, what are you doing in a hurry? Didn't I tell you..."The black-clothed Grandmaster really couldn't stand this startled subordinate. At this time, he didn't finish a word, but suddenly stopped talking. His eyes looked two feet ahead, and the man in black was kneeling there, but he couldn't come.

"You waste, what are you doing kneeling so far away?" The black-clothed grandmaster was so angry that he really wanted to take out this underachiever subordinate.

Unexpectedly, the man in black knelt there by himself, and there was no movement for a long time.

"Knock knock!" the black-clothed grandmaster's heart beat rapidly, and he forced himself to endure it, hoping to calm down. Helplessly, the anger around him looked extremely weird, and the black-clothed subordinate was even more motionless, afraid that he would die.

His eyes were fixed on his surroundings, his head kept turning, but he couldn't see any movement. The fire in the cottage gradually spread, and the night wind blew the heat on his old face, and he felt extremely hot. He concentrated on his surroundings and did not dare to slack off. The heat was getting stronger, and the clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat, and the beads of sweat on his cheeks began to slide.

A drop of sweat slipped down his forehead and dripped into his eyes, and he didn't dare reach out to wipe the sweat.

The sound of "dong dong" heartbeat became more and more rapid, and he only felt that he could no longer hear other sounds in his ears except for his own heartbeat.

"Ahh With this roar, he suddenly felt his heartbeat begin to ease, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Damn, I'm scared to death. He lifted his arm to wipe the sweat from his face.

In the light of the fire, a shadow flashed.

Bubbling blood came out of the black-clothed grandmaster's mouth, as well as from his chest and back. He just felt that his heart was not beating fast at all.

"This feeling is really good!" the last thought flashed through the black-clothed grandmaster's last thought before he died. He remembered that he had been bound by this fragile heart all his life, and he had never done anything to make fun of a woman. At this time, when I was dying, I felt a sense of relief.

The long sword was pulled out, and the black-clothed grandmaster fell to the sky. It's just a little weird that he seems to have a smile on his face, a smile of relief.

Wu Hui stood silently for a long time, and at this time the entire village was almost submerged in the firelight.

The men in black started out killing, then set fires. Almost all of the houses in the village are wooden houses, and it is a hot summer day, and the fire is so hot that no human can stop it.

There was no return to the plantain tree, but Min Er was nowhere to be found. I hurriedly looked around, and searched the yard all over, but I still didn't see Min'er. He was anxious, and his steps became a little flustered.

Min Er saved his life, and he naturally wanted to repay it in his heart.

Suddenly, I remembered that Min Er had told him that there was a cellar behind the yard, and that Min Er had escaped the killing in the cellar on the night her parents were killed.

Wu Hui hurriedly walked to the back of the yard, only to see that the banana trees here were dense, and it could be faintly seen that behind one of the banana trees, there was a blackened wooden door hidden.

Wu Hui hurriedly walked over, pushed open the wooden door, and a strong smell of wine rushed to his face. In the darkness, Min Er huddled tightly in the corner. Seeing that someone pushed the door, she didn't have the ability to look back, so she naturally couldn't see clearly, so she just shrank there, motionless.

walked straight over without returning, Min Er's body shrunk tightly, and only when he recognized that there was no return did he fall into his arms. Min Er's body trembled, and she patted her shoulder without looking back to show comfort. Unexpectedly, Min Er threw herself into his arms, did not move for a long time, and fainted.

Wuhui hugged Min'er for a long time, the smell of wine in the cellar was too strong, he stood up and carried Min'er out of the cellar.

The sky is still the same sky, and the stars are still shining.

But the cottage is no longer what it used to be. Wooden houses painted in bright colors were reduced to ashes in the fire. The two-foot-high gate at the gate of the stockade also fell in the ruins.

Since then, this peaceful cottage has ceased to exist.

It wasn't until it was getting light that Min Er woke up. The two were still in the plantain forest at this time, and Min Er found herself lying in her arms, her face unconsciously flushed.

When the two of them came out of the banana forest, the original wooden house was only left with ruins and broken walls, and green smoke was emitting from it. Min Er watched all this, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

This is where she lived for sixteen years, and it no longer exists.

She ran in the morning light, following him without a trace.

The last glimmer of hope in her heart was shattered.

There is really no one in the stockade who has survived except for himself and no return.

The body of the black-clothed grandmaster lay on the path. The slate kept the fire out, and his body was not burned.

Min Er had experienced the fear of doing last night, and now she seemed less afraid. She ran to the corpse, looked at it carefully, pointed to the corpse of the black-clothed grandmaster, and gestured to Wuhui, meaning: "This person is the murderer of Daddy and Grandma." ”

No return walked over and stood beside her. He didn't know how to comfort Min'er, so he only reached out and patted Min'er on the shoulder to show comfort.

The stockade was destroyed, and the two had to leave.

Min Er insisted on burying the bones of the clansmen, and there was no such idea of returning to the original. Seeing that Min Er insisted, she had no choice but to let her.

During the day, he searched for bones in the ruins, and spent the night in the cellar. It took the two of them three or four days to gather the bones that had not been completely burned by the flames and buried them in the banana forest in the mountain behind the stockade.

At this time, the two walked side by side on the mountain trail. Min Er also embarks on a journey that she is completely unfamiliar with, to a world outside that she is completely unfamiliar with.