Shen Yichen and Chen Yuanyuan followed the footprints and blood stains on the snow all the way to a small forest.

The two walked for a few minutes to the depths of the forest, there was silence except for the sound of the sea breeze blowing the branches, the faint moonlight was blocked by the trees, after Shen Yichen raised his hand to signal, the two slowed down and moved forward slowly.

After Chen Yuanyuan felt dizzy again, Shen Yichen immediately pressed Chen Yuanyuan to the ground.

A flying knife was inserted into the tree behind Chen Yuanyuan's position just now, Chen Yuanyuan was shocked in his heart, and he picked up another life.

There were several times when he was in danger of sudden dizziness, and Chen Yuanyuan knew that Shen Yichen had used his backtracking ability again.

Shen Yichen picked up the flying knife and shook it, and secretly let out a miserable scream.

"Heh, I didn't expect my skills to be quite agile." A subordinate with a scar on his face said.

There were six figures walking in the woods, but there was no Fan Shuanghu, and it is estimated that Fan Shuanghu let his subordinates cut off the back road and delay time.

Shen Yichen and Chen Yuanyuan didn't plan to talk nonsense with them, picking up arms was a bloody battle.

The screams in the woods came and went, and Shen Yichen seemed to be at ease with these kalami, but Chen Yuanyuan was not used to fighting in the dense woods, and his face was scratched by the branches.

After a round of fierce fighting, the six men were killed and wounded, but after a delay, Fan Shuanghu was completely gone, and even the blood and footprints tracked on the ground were messed up.

Shen Yichen grabbed a seriously injured subordinate and interrogated Fan Shuanghu's whereabouts with a dagger to his chin.

Unexpectedly, he was so tight-lipped that he swore to die without saying a word and committed suicide by slamming his head into the blade.

After the six subordinates were dealt with by the two, Chen Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as Shen Yichen stood up, Chen Yuanyuan immediately pushed him away.

A flying knife slashed at the back of Chen Yuanyuan's hand, and Shen Yichen immediately followed the direction of the flying knife just now and caught a subordinate who was injured in the shoulder.

"Dare to sneak up on the back!" Shen Yichen angrily took out a dagger and prepared to kill him with a knife.

"Wait, stay alive, Fan Shuanghu's whereabouts haven't been found out yet." Chen Yuanyuan grabbed Shen Yichen and said.

Shen Yichen knocked the injured flying knife man unconscious with a knife blow, and then took the hemp rope handed by Chen Yuanyuan and tied him tightly.

"I'll take care of the wound first." Chen Yuanyuan said that he disappeared in front of Shen Yichen's eyes.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't dare to delay too much time, and directly soaked his injured wrist in the spiritual spring, and after about thirty seconds, the bleeding stopped from the wound that was deep in the bones.

After wiping his face with a handful of spiritual spring water, he returned to the grove again.

"Let's go, let's go back to the temple first." Chen Yuanyuan said.

"Are you okay with your wounds?" Shen Yichen picked up his bound subordinates and asked with concern.

"Stop the bleeding, go back and deal with it slowly." Chen Yuanyuan said.

Although the spiritual spring water healed the wound quickly, there was still pain on the back of the hand.

After the two walked back to the road, Chen Yuanyuan took out two battery cars from the space, and after Shen Yichen put the flying knife under the pedal position, the two drove back to the temple.

The unconscious man's knees and forehead rubbed on the concrete floor, and after a while, he was woken up in pain, Shen Yichen stopped the car, knocked him unconscious again and continued to drive.

Chen Yuanyuan looked at the shocking drag blood on the road from behind, but he didn't expect Shen Yichen to be ruthless enough.

Fortunately, the distance was not too far, and after arriving near the temple, Chen Yuanyuan took the two motorcycles back into the space, and the flying knife was still alive, but his face had already been rubbed to the point of flesh and blood.

Shen Yichen threw his subordinates outside the door of the temple hall, and then walked into the hall with Chen Yuanyuan.

"They're back!" The child named Xiaodou shouted when he saw the two of them.

"Uncle Yichen, Sister Yuanyuan" Ye Yeyi hugged the baby in swaddling clothes, and cried loudly.

"Ye Ye, what's wrong?" Shen Yichen immediately stepped forward to inspect.

"Xiaobao, he, Xiaobao, he's dead," Ye Ye cried.

Chen Yuanyuan immediately stepped forward to check, the tender white Xiaobao closed his eyes tightly, and he was still wearing the new clothes he had just donated, but his face was blue, Chen Yuanyuan reached out and touched it, and found that his body still had a trace of warmth.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't say a word and immediately ran out of the hall with the baby in his arms, Ye Ye was unbelievably trying to follow, so Shen Yichen grabbed Ye Ye.

"It's okay, she wants to find a way to save Xiaobao." Shen Yichen said.

Shen Yichen checked the children's wounds in the hall, most of them were abrasions and some bruises tied on their hands and feet, but they did not hurt their muscles and bones, and the children were fine.

After Ye Ye calmed down, Shen Yichen asked about Xiaobao, it turned out that Xiaobao had been crying, and Fan Shuanghu's subordinates blocked Xiaobao's mouth with strips of cloth, and then left him alone in the room.

At this time, Chen Yuanyuan had taken Xiaobao away for more than ten minutes, and everyone in the house was nervous, and kept looking out of the door, and Ye Ye was pacing back and forth in the hall.

Suddenly, a baby's hoof cry came from the silent outside, and Shen Yichen immediately knew in his heart that Chen Yuanyuan had saved Xiaobao.

In the joyful eyes of everyone, Chen Yuanyuan came in with Xiaobao in his arms from outside the house.

"Saved" Chen Yuanyuan took the baby back to Ye Ye's arms, and sat on the ground with a sigh of relief.

Fang Cai Chen Yuanyuan guessed that the baby was hypoxic or crying until he couldn't breathe, so he immediately hugged Xiaobao to the space, immediately stripped off the child's clothes, held him to soak in the warm spiritual spring water, and then massaged him all the time.

Shen Yichen saw that Chen Yuanyuan's lower clothes and shoes were also soaked, so he took off his coat and wrapped her.

Liu Xiao and Ye Ye were still undecided, but both of them were the eldest of the children, so they fought hard to comfort their younger brothers and sisters.

"You take the little one back to the room to rest first, and Aunt Yuanyuan and I will come here to see you after we deal with it." Shen Yichen said.

After all the children returned to the house, the two went to inspect the body of Master Xiangyun.

The weather was cold, and when Master Xiangyun was killed, the blood sprayed around him had already coagulated.

Chen Yuanyuan took out a wooden plank, and after Shen Yichen put the headless body of Master Xiangyun on it, Chen Yuanyuan was about to cover it with a white cloth, but he didn't expect that because the corpse moved, a white envelope in the placket revealed a corner.

"What is this?" Chen Yuanyuan found the envelope in Master Xiangyun's shirt and took it out.

There was a little blood on the envelope, but there was no signature on the outside.

"Let's open it and take a look." Shen Yichen said that, and stood behind Chen Yuanyuan and waited for her to open the envelope.

After Chen Yuanyuan opened the envelope, there were two pieces of paper inside, one for Shen Yichen and one for Liu Xiao and Ye Ye.

Chen Yuanyuan simply glanced at the letter to Liu Xiao and Ye Ye, and probably told them what happened after they arrived at the resettlement center, so that they could lead the children well.

And the content of the letter to Shen Yichen shocked the two.

Master Xiangyun knew early on that he would die at the hands of Fan Shuanghu!

(End of chapter)