After a sleepless night, Huang Qingwan sat directly until dawn.

She didn't sleep, and Wu Sanya didn't dare to sleep, but she still couldn't beat sleepiness, and when the sky was slightly bright, this girl fell asleep while standing.

Huang Qingwan mobilized a trace of spiritual power, swept it in her body, and the trace of silver blood was very light, but the power of the bloodline was very powerful.

The sky was slightly bright, and Huang Qingwan walked again in the ancient village of Wujia, this place is really poor chickens don't lay eggs, birds don't.

"Huh~~" At this moment, Huang Qingwan heard a woman crying, and looked around, but saw a middle-aged woman not far from the ancient village, kneeling in front of a mound, burning paper, crying extremely sadly.

Beside the middle-aged woman, an old man with snow-white hair was on crutches, and there was a trace of sadness in his old eyes.

That person is none other than Uncle Seven.

"Dad, just hand over that thing, my big boy is dead, I don't want the little guy to have an accident~~"

"That's what the ancestors left behind, and you can't give it to death!" Although the seventh uncle was extremely sad, at this time, he was holding a cane and slammed the ground hard, "The big man died unjustly, those dog things, sooner or later there will be retribution!" ”

"Retribution and retribution, but I only saw that retribution fell on us, my eldest son, my poor son, woo~~~" The middle-aged woman complained, crying extremely sadly, her eyes were swollen into walnuts, "Dad, they said, if you don't hand over that thing, the next one to be killed, but it's my little girl, the little girl has just come of age, and the daughter-in-law hasn't married, why can't you bear to let them kill the little girl~"

The seventh uncle was on crutches, his face was extremely serious, his withered hands were holding the crutches tightly, and his knuckles were white.

"The things of the old ancestors, even if they die, they must be kept-" After a long time, he spat out another sentence.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the middle-aged woman is a little anxious, "They will come again today, woo, my little boy, my poor little boy, I might as well die first, the white-haired people in the province send the black-haired people, I only have such a son, my poor little boy~"

The middle-aged woman was crying and grabbing the sky, and in front of the grave of the big lady, she almost fainted from crying.

Huang Qingwan stood not far away, his body moved, but he was noticed by the seventh uncle.

"Who's there?" The old voice came.

"Are they coming?" The middle-aged woman was like a frightened bird, and quickly turned around, but saw that in the morning light, the girl was dressed in red like fire, and her face was extremely beautiful, against the morning light, as if hidden in the darkness.

"Who is she?" The middle-aged woman was startled and asked the seventh uncle.

The seventh uncle's old eyes fell on Huang Qingwan's body, and after looking at it for a long time, he only felt that it seemed similar, but he didn't remember who it was.

"Who are they?" Huang Qingwan stood not far away and spoke, since he came to Wujia Ancient Village again, Huang Qingwan took another shot to help them solve this trouble.

"You little girl, leave quickly--" Before the seventh uncle could speak, it was the middle-aged woman who spoke, "They saw a beautiful girl, but they couldn't help but rob it, you are such a good-looking little girl, hurry up-"

"Wujia Ancient Village is kind to me, and I should repay it to you." Huang lightly opened his mouth, and when a sentence came out, the seventh uncle of the Wu family changed his face in an instant.