The sound of cloth breaking through the air came from far to near, and an extremely burly man smashed down from under the moon like a cannonball, and dozens of figures followed one after another.

However, after these people landed, they were greeted by this bloody scene in the field. These people are all the elites of Yujiazhuang, and they are all experienced in a hundred battles, but at this time, they have a ghost-like expression, and they don't even dare to take a breath.

What made them afraid was not the corpse that was evenly split in half, but the little young master who was harmless to humans and animals in the past, but now he was like a hellish ghost, Yu Zizhou.

When everyone was stunned and locked their eyes firmly on Yu Zizhou's body, a cry suddenly came from the edge of the pool. Only then did everyone turn their heads to look and see the old butler Ding Ji lying on the ground, motionless.

"Captain. One person said to the burly man with an embarrassed face, wanting to comfort something, but was stopped by the big man's raised arm. I don't know if it's because of the fact that he is too burly, but the captain's steps towards the old butler are very heavy.

His name is Ding Wu, as his name suggests, he is the captain of the left guard of Yujiazhuang. The son of the housekeeper Ding Ji and the father of Ding Zhe. At this time, the child who was crying on the old housekeeper was Ding Zhe, who was six months old and had a servant relationship with Zizhou, but they were brothers and sisters.

Ding Zhe joined the team at the age of seven, and now, his strength is the same as that of other guards, and his talent is needless to say.

All the guards just now, including Ding Wu, were shocked by the evil aura on Yu Zizhou's body. But he was the only one who was unmoved, but at a glance he saw the motionless old body in the distance......

Rao is his natural divine power, but like a little beggar who has been hungry on the street for a few days, he crawled and crawled, and came to the corpse of the old housekeeper with great difficulty, and hugged Dingji, whose face was full of purple and black, and cried bitterly.

Ding--

Yu Zizhou slowly regained his senses, his hands trembled and let go of the kiss, and he landed on the ground with a very crisp and pleasant sound. And the blood-red color in his eyes was gradually washed away by the tears.

"Ahh

Only an extremely sharp scream resounded throughout the night sky, and even the bear children who were chasing and frolicking in the distance all turned their heads and looked at the kind family with a blank face.

Yu Zizhou knelt beside the old housekeeper with his legs, constantly screaming, whimpering, sometimes beating his chest and feet, sometimes smashing his head to the ground, describing him as almost crazy.

Ding Zhe looked at Yu Zizhou's crazy appearance with red eyes, and suddenly picked him up, and went up with a heavy slap, slapping Yu Zizhou out a few times.

"Shut up!" Ding Zhe roared, and the two words seemed to take him a lot of strength, making him gasp violently.

I saw him raise his hand suddenly, pull out the giant sword behind his back that was extremely incompatible with his figure, and go down with one sword, splitting half of the body that had been split by Yu Zizhou into two again!

Judging by his posture, it was obvious that he was ready to break this person into pieces before he would give up! However, when he raised his right hand again, his father grabbed his arm and could no longer move.

Ding Wu shook his wrist hard, and threw the giant sword in his son's hand out fiercely, and then hugged Ding Zhe tightly into his arms.

Sticking to his father's body, Ding Zhe felt the blood in his father's body that was tumbling violently, like a huge wave. Only then did the son realize that his father's grief would never be inferior to his own! Suddenly, another kind of sadness came to his heart, and he silently shed tears again in his father's arms.

And Yu Zizhou, who staggered over again, was also pulled closer to Ding Wu's arms and clinged to Ding Zhe. The two children really need a harbor at this time, and Ding Wu's generous body is exactly what the two of them subconsciously look forward to.

"Zhe, bury your grandfather well. Ding Wu patted his son's shoulder and said softly. I don't know how long it was, but everyone stood silently and didn't bother the two children.

"Yes. Ding Zhe had slowly calmed down, looked at his father and nodded calmly, and then carefully put Ding Ji on his shoulder, and did not use light work, and slowly walked out step by step.

He couldn't bear to let his dearest grandfather suffer from running around anymore......

"Wow. Ding Zhe picked up a shovel in the cemetery and threw it to Yu Zizhou.

The two walked for half an hour, which was the first word Ding Zhe said. Yu Zizhou pursed his lips, Rao is usually a three-inch tongue, and he didn't know what to say, when even with him, he began to dig up so wordlessly.

This is the cemetery of Yujiazhuang, and after the death of the people in the village, if the family does not have special arrangements, they will be buried here. And as long as Yu Jiazhuang is in charge, Yu Zizhou's mother Yu Xiaofeng is here, she will personally come here to bury the deceased. Over time, hundreds of monuments have been erected on this mountain. In this year, it is really not an easy thing for these people who have no foundation to have a place to live after death.

Dig pits, bury corpses, fill in the soil, erect monuments, and engrave ......

Ironically, the process of burial in the hands of the two children seems so familiar. This can't help but make people feel a lot of emotion, are these children too strong, or are this era too chaotic......

On the other side, in Yujiazhuang, not long after the two children left, a large group of people came to the gate of the villa. The leader was a woman in her early thirties riding a tall horse, with silver armor, a red tasseled spear, and long black hair standing on the back of her head with a red scarf. The woman's face is delicate and beautiful, but she has the posture of a proud general, compared to the beauty of the deep boudoir, this woman can't help but look twice, but she doesn't dare to approach again.

"Captain Right!" the guard saw the woman dismount and saluted respectfully, and then whispered something in the woman's ear. I saw that the latter's face changed, and with a wave of one hand, he signaled the large carriage behind him to enter the village immediately.

"How can you be ...... like this" In the hall, a dignified beautiful woman suddenly shouted, this woman has bright eyes and bright teeth, graceful and luxurious, but at this moment, her eyebrows are frowning, her hands are covering her chest, and crystal tears are rolling down her face, extremely sad.

Of course, this woman is the head of Yujiazhuang, Yu Xiaofeng. Outsiders only say that Yu Xiaofeng, the big boss of the world's No. 1 Weapons Chamber of Commerce, must be a strong woman with iron and blood. didn't know that she was a weak little woman.

At this time, in addition to her and the right captain An Nanfeng, there were two other people in the study, a gentle, bookish gentleman, and a white-haired old man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and Shenhua Neimin.

The white-haired old man is naturally the old sword who often plays chess with Yu Zizhou, his real name is Ouyang Jianxing, and he is actually the Oriental Sword Saint, the head of the Quartet Sword Saint in the world. However, in this Yujiazhuang, everyone affectionately calls him Jian Lao. The only person who really knows his identity, except for a few people in this room, is Ding Wu, who hasn't come over yet.

As for the other gentleman, his name is Murong Binbin, who seems to be an ordinary nerd, but he once taught in Longcheng Academy, the most inviolable neutral force on the mainland.

The most surprising thing is that such a literati actually married the violent An Nanfeng, and the two were infatuated with love. It was for each other that the two sides resolutely gave up their original lives, and since then they have been fighting the world and traveling in all directions. When the latter two swam to the border of South Korea, they encountered an ambush by a large bandit group, no matter how powerful An Nanfeng was, under the burden of Murong Binbin's big number, he couldn't resist the siege of so many people.

It just so happened that at that time, Yu Xiaofeng passed by with a small caravan. Yu Xiaofeng, who was already pregnant with Zizhou and couldn't even protect herself, actually chose to fight for these two people. The guards fled for their lives, and in the end only Yu Xiaofeng and Ding Wu were left, but fortunately, Ding Wu was brave and brave, and together with An Nanfeng, he finally fought for a chance and beat the bandit group back.

Since that day, Yujiazhuang has gradually emerged, and in just ten years, it has become the largest arms chamber of commerce in the world, from a small merchant traveling to survive in the gap between the two countries. As for the biggest hero here, it was Murong Binbin! He helped Yu Xiaofeng draw most of the world with a belly of ink. And the rest of this is really fought by An Nanfeng and Ding Wu!

From this point of view, among the four people in the room, the most ordinary person is actually the person in charge, Yu Xiaofeng. But she is an ordinary woman, but she can let these dragons and phoenixes in the world gather in Yujiazhuang, do their best for her, and give advice.

If she were ordinary, she would not stand up for two passers-by with a child, she would not have sent a lot of manpower and financial resources to rescue or redeem every time something happened to the caravan, and even if it was a corpse, she would try her best to bring it back to the village for burial; and she would not shed an unknown number of tears every time someone in the village was killed...

"Sister..."An Nanfeng hugged Yu Xiaofeng lightly and said softly, this kind of gentle appearance was not even seen when she was with Murong Binbin.

"It's a pity that this kind of fact happened, but what the old man is more worried about now is Zizhou. ”

Jian Lao sighed softly, people can't be resurrected after death, a generation of sword saints has already seen through life and death, Ding Ji's death is indeed very sad, but according to the report that Annan heard just now, if it is not good, more troublesome things are still to come......