The demon cultivator was killed, everyone in the village was silent, and every family mourned.

Daoxiang Village, the originally peaceful village chief, lost more than a thousand lives because of the selfish desires of the demon cultivators.

That night, witnessing Mao Yizhi's rescue of the sinking fish, Zhao Fu fainted heavily to the ground, he was so tired, it was a breath in his chest that made him stand up, and he drank back Qi Jun and the three of them, and finally couldn't hold on anymore.

By the time he woke up, it was already the third day.

Lin Juan'er stayed in front of his bed, and when she saw Zhao Fu wake up, she suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Little Daoist, you finally woke up!"

Zhao Fu sat up from the bed, only to feel that the pain in his body was unbearable, as if there were countless blades cutting on his body, which made him gasp.

Lin Juan'er hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said with slightly red eyes, "Little Daoist, your injuries are so serious, I thought you wouldn't be able to wake up."

Zhao Fu smiled and said slowly, "Don't worry, my life is very hard."

Suddenly, he remembered Mao Yizhi and hurriedly asked, "Village Chief...... How's it going?"

Lin Juan'er knew that Zhao Fu was asking about Mao Yizhi, and said with a sad expression: "Little Daoist, the people in the village are holding a funeral for the village chief, you can take a look."

In the end, he still died, killed the demon cultivator, but he still couldn't avoid the fate of death!

Zhao Fu angrily punched the bed, even though the wound broke open, and the blood stained his clothes red.

"What's wrong with this world?!"

Tears slipped silently, although he had known Mao Yizhi for a short time, he admired, respected, and sincerely wanted to be friends with Mao Yizhi.

"Don't, little Daoist, your body is not well yet!" Lin Juan'er stepped forward anxiously and hugged Zhao Fu, with some panic in her eyes.

After a while, Zhao Fu calmed down, he patted Lin Juan'er on the back, and said softly, "Okay, I'm fine, take me to see him."

After Huo Ling'er's words, Zhao Fu knew what had happened that night.

Originally, the dead person was Sai Shenyu, so he couldn't survive, but Mao Yizhi wanted to change his life against the sky, and used all the essence of his demon clan to save Sai Shenyu.

Sai Shenyu became like Zhao Fu and became a half-demon existence, but Mao Yizhi exhausted his strength and essence and could no longer wake up.

The streets are full of paper money, and every family is holding funerals, not only for the dead, but also to comfort the survivors.

Hit hard, the number of people in Daoxiang Village has dropped sharply, but life must go on, and the pain will gradually be healed by time.

White flags are also hung outside the inn, and the lobby is the mourning hall, and many people from the village come here at this time to mourn the dead Mao Yizhi.

Seeing Zhao Fu's arrival, people got out of the way, they knew that without Mao Yizhi and Zhao Fu, their Daoxiang Village would no longer exist.

"Little Daoist!"

People greeted Zhao Fu, but Zhao Fu just looked at the situation in the inn, and was supported by Lin Juan'er and walked in step by step.

In front of the tablet, Sai Shenyu knelt on the ground as a surviving person, without much grief, but there was lifelessness in his eyes, and after seeing Zhao Fu, he regained a trace of brilliance.

To Zhao Fu's surprise, Qi Jun, Yu Sanniang and Wei Axe also knelt on the mourning hall, and they knelt on the left side of the tablet.

It is a place where Mao Yizhi's relatives can kneel, and it is for the vigil.

After seeing Zhao Fu, Qi Jun and the three of them kowtowed in unison.

Zhao Fu stood in front of the tablet and was silent for a long time, and then put on three sticks of incense, and said lightly: "Go all the way, I will watch the arrival of that day for you."

Then, he came to the front of Qi Jun and the others, and there was still anger in his eyes.

"I thought the three of you were going to run away, but it's a bit of a responsibility."

Qi Jun didn't look up, he could feel Zhao Fu's gaze, so he opened his mouth and said slowly, "We know that we have done something wrong, and we can't change it."

"Before, the three of us thought that if we slay demons and eliminate demons for the people, maybe there will be a sect willing to accept us.

It's ridiculous to think about it now."

"We can't bring Mao Yizhi back to life, but we decided to stay in the village and do what he did before, and we will guard the village for him."

"Do you want to make up for the uneasiness in your heart?" Zhao Fu took a deep breath: "I hope you can do what you say."

After another four days, Mao Yizhi was finally buried, and he was buried under a large tree in the ancestral cemetery, which is the most conspicuous place. new

The people of Daoxiang Village have regarded Mao Yizhi as their own family, so they will allow him to be buried in the ancestral grave, and he has won everyone's respect with his actions.

On the day of the funeral, all the people in the village came spontaneously, and no one asked for them, but they still came, following the coffin, looking sad.

Sai Shenyu held the tablet, without tears, and his eyes were empty.

At the moment when the coffin was buried, some people cried in grief, and some people wept silently, a demon clan, why is this?

In the following days, Zhao Fu stayed in the inn, and his injuries improved day by day.

Qi Jun and the three were determined to stay in Daoxiang Village and spend the rest of their lives to make amends, and they helped the villagers rebuild the village, working late every day.

Sai Shenyu sometimes has a smile on her face, but she can't use her strength well, and a cat tail often grows from the back of her body.

Because the people of Linjia Village desperately gathered the villagers in the attack of the demon cultivator, they were welcomed by Daoxiang Village, and they finally found a place to live.

Everything is back on track, only the graveyard has a thousand new graves.

Half a month later, the strong recovery power of the demon clan and the mending vine allowed Zhao Fu's body to recover as before, and even after the battle that night, his realm broke through again.

Every time he walks in front of death, he will gain something, and at this time, he has quietly advanced to the middle stage of the Yunshen Realm.

Being able to break through so quickly is also indispensable to the credit of the golden pill in his body, and the cultivation in it will be slowly absorbed by the body even if he doesn't refine it.

Zhao Fu packed up his things and prepared to leave Daoxiang Village.

Before leaving, he came to the cemetery, stood under the tree, and looked at the tombstone in front of the grave.

It is engraved: The tomb of the husband Mao Yi, the surviving race sinks the fish.

Mao Yizhi died, and Sai Shenyu's heart also died, Zhao Fu thought so.

"I still want to find you to drink after I get rid of the demon cultivator."

Zhao Fu said lightly, and sprinkled all the wine he brought in front of the tombstone.

After talking for a long time, he turned to leave, only to find that Sai Shenyu had been standing behind him all along.

"Little Daoist, this is your thing."

As she spoke, she handed over a box.

Zhao Fu was stunned: "My things?"

After taking the box, I found that it was a golden pill-like bead inside, but there was no golden light on this bead, but it looked very turbid.