Blood spilled all over the ground, and as far as the eye could see, there were about twenty corpses lying on top of the vegetation.

Strangely, their corpses were all turned into dried corpses, their eyes were hollow, and they seemed to have suffered an indescribable impact in front of them.

Next to these corpses, stood four men with different expressions, some of them had a grim complexion, some of them were as still as water, and the unity was that they all exuded the same evil aura.

"These are still too few, not enough to heal at all." The one who spoke was a middle-aged man who was close to one meter nine tall but skinny, his eyes were white and black, like a yin and yang turntable, and a faint black dead air emanated from his body.

The black-clothed man beside him moved slightly, and said, "The Ontology Sect is chasing too closely, and we don't have a good chance to find blood food, so let's take a break to avoid the limelight during this time." Now I'm afraid that the old thing who can't die of poison is also here, and he is very short-sighted. ”

"Tsk." The black-clothed man leaning against the tree smashed his mouth and seemed to be missing something, "No wonder their Ontology Sect likes Ontology Martial Souls, the taste is really amazing." ”

The scrawny middle-aged man glanced at the person who spoke and said, "It tastes good?" Don't let poison catch you, his methods are even more murderous than ours. ”

Airplanes!

The sound of subtle fluctuations in the air was heard.

In an instant, the face of the only man in black who did not speak among the four changed suddenly, and he hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up, they are chasing." ”

"What!" Hearing this, the other three were also shocked, and the people from the Ontology Sect chased after them so quickly.

Among them, the man in black who smashed his mouth showed even more fear in his eyes, and the previous evil intent disappeared in an instant.

The four of them didn't dare to stay, and hurriedly urged their soul power, and soon, in the dim dense forest, only the more than twenty corpses remained.

It didn't take long for two figures to descend from the sky around the corpses, and they looked at the miserable corpses, their brows furrowed, "Damn, it's too late." ”

"They can't go far, chase!" The old man with red hair said.

"Good!" The people next to the red-haired old man were also slightly jawed, but unfortunately they were a few steps late, and the evil soul master of that nightmare martial soul was really a little terrifying, and even the soul saint could sense the arrival of the two of them in advance.

……

Maple Leaf Village.

Time is like the flowing water of a mountain gradually converging towards the great river, never to return.

I don't know why the centuries-old ginkgo tree is falling to the earth, and the golden leaves are like a beautiful oil painting.

Inside the room, a large group of people were clustered.

At a glance, I am afraid that there are no less than ten people.

Qin Ze sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes were slightly red, and he reached out and tightly grasped Zhu Xiyan's thin, withered, and devastated palm by the years.

Zhu Xiyan lay quietly on the bed, but her old face was inexplicably flushed, and her eyes became very clear.

Crane's wrinkled old face was full of lamentation, isn't this look just a return to the light.

None of the people spoke, and the room was quiet except for the sound of breathing.

A month has passed, Zhu Xiyan's body has become weaker and weaker, and today, she has been in a coma several times.

Just now, Zhu Xiyan woke up, but everyone knew that it was time to part.

"Village chief, I want to talk to Aze alone." Zhu Xiyan looked at Crane and said in a calm tone, she didn't look like an old man who was about to come to the end of her life at all.

Hearing this, Crane was slightly stunned for a moment, and after one last look, he nodded.

"Let's go out first." Crane said.

With that, Crane staggered out of the room, and the others followed suit.

Click!

The door was gently closed, and only Zhu Xiyan and Qin Ze were left in the room.

Zhu Xiyan stretched out her other hand and patted Qin Ze's palm, and said in a low voice, "Do you remember what grandma told you?" ”

Qin Ze raised his head, revealing a pair of misty eyes, and he nodded heavily, "Aze remembers!" ”

"Silly boy, didn't grandma tell you, life is a law of old age, sickness and death, how can there be immortal people in this world, grandma only hopes that you can grow up happily, you are about to awaken the martial soul in a year, although grandma can't see that day, but grandma believes that my grandson will definitely become famous in the mainland, grandma is going to go down to find your grandpa, and you can also talk to him about this guy about you, this guy has left me for decades, grandma is going to find him to settle accounts." Zhu Xiyan showed a tired smile, and at this moment she actually looked extremely relaxed.

Hearing this, Qin Ze subconsciously moved his head, and where he couldn't see, tears had already crossed his cheeks.

Zhu Xiyan smiled and looked up at the ceiling, she was very grateful to God that she could get such a well-behaved grandson at the end of her life.

"Grandma!"

Suddenly, Qin Ze let out a trembling sound.

Zhu Xiyan's eyes slowly closed, her lips were moving, as if she was saying something, with a smile on her face, and after a few seconds, Zhu Xiyan completely closed her eyes.

"Grandma!" Qin Ze held her palm, lowered his head with empty eyes, he just held his grandmother's hand like that, motionless.

Outside, a breeze blew through and took away the soul of an old man.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree fall even faster.

……

Two days later.

In the open space next to the ginkgo tree, two tombs connected to each other appeared, and the top of the grave was covered with the leaves of the ginkgo tree, which had a bit of brilliance in the sunlight.

The tree language of the ginkgo tree is: longevity, nobility, beauty, maturity and fortitude.

It's like the process of an old man's life.

Qin Ze knelt in front of the grave, and behind him were the village chief of Kelan and other uncles and aunts, a total of dozens of people, standing in this clearing.

Yesterday, all the villagers of Maple Leaf Village bid farewell to this respected old man.

"Aze!" Crane looked at Qin Ze, who had been kneeling on the ground since Zhu Xiyan's burial, with a worried face, this little guy is only five years old, how can he stand it.

"It's okay village chief Crane, let me stay with grandma here." Although Qin Ze's physical fitness was excellent, his body was also a little painful because of kneeling for a long time, but he didn't show it.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

After a long time, everyone left, and Qin Ze stood up after the persuasion of Crane and everyone, but as everyone left, he knelt down again.

The hair between his foreheads shook slightly, revealing Qin Ze's extremely delicate cheeks, and he stared at his grandmother's grave with a solemn face, "Grandma, you accompany grandpa first, wait for your grandson to become a god, and when the time comes, not only you, but also grandpa, we will reunite." ”

Bang bang!

After speaking, Qin Ze kowtowed nine times towards the grave, and his forehead was red.

Call!

The ginkgo tree shook lightly a few times, and a leaf fell on the top of Qin Ze's head, like a grandmother stroking his head with a soft glance.