Before dawn the next day, a thick white fog rose in the village.

At dawn, a hazy layer of white fog surrounds the entire Wanliu Village, and the Zhang family is even more foggy, and the red lanterns hanging at the gate are swaying vaguely, adding a different color to the white Zhang family, and it looks bloody!

From a distance, the Zhang family's mansion seemed to be floating in mid-air.

The door of the Zhang family was as wide open as yesterday, but in the thick white mist, the white curtain hanging high all over the house made the Zhang family extremely weird.

The outside of Wanliu Village is still a white expanse, and you can't see the mountains in the distance, and you can't see the road clearly, at this time, the sun is only showing a little angle, and the faint light is far from strong, and the white fog will take a long time to disperse.

At this time, in the distance, only the sound of horses' hooves was faintly heard.

Through the white mist, following the sound of horses' hooves, I saw a young man sitting on a tall white horse, all the way in the direction of Wanliu Village.

I saw that he was wearing a green gauze and white clothes, and the tip of his hair was tied with a white juan, and he was long and stretched in the sky, the fog was too big, and he couldn't see what his face looked like, but there was a sword tied to the saddle, and the lines on the scabbard were clear and powerful, I am afraid that this sword must be good.

The man was not alone, but was followed by a black horse on which sat a man with a full head of white hair. And the man was dressed in black, and carried a large iron sword three feet long on his back.

It's not in a hurry, it's like taking a morning walk, and it looks so pleasant.

Strangely, after slowly entering the village, the sound of horses' hooves faded away, and then no sound was heard, and even the figure disappeared into the thick fog silently.

Zhangfu is not only a big family in Wanliu Village, but also a famous family in the whole Jiaxing, and the Zhang family advocates different ideas and is kind-hearted, and is quite famous in the local area.

As soon as Chen Laoshi escaped from Zhang's mansion, he immediately ran to the ancestral hall, when the elders of the ancestral hall heard the news, their faces also changed greatly, and while sending people to report the case, they called the villagers to go to Zhang's mansion to check, and when they came, the sky was already dawning, but although the sun came out of half of its head, the dense fog still did not disperse, but the things within twenty meters were fortunately able to see clearly.

Although the elders and villagers had already heard Chen honestly talk about the situation of the Zhang family when they came, as soon as they entered the Zhang family, they were still frightened by the scene in front of them.

The female corpse that Chen Laoshi saw last night had been burned to a black dry corpse at this time, and the black oil could still smell the disgusting smell of rotting corpses.

In the courtyard, the head of the Zhang family was still sitting on the Taishi chair, but at this time, his face had been completely gnawed by insects, leaving only a bloody head, and even a white skull could be seen. And the protruding eyeballs have long been eaten by the insects, and now they have become two black holes, and when the sun shines, the insects actually hide in the black holes of the eyeballs, densely piled up and crawling around.

When some of the young villagers saw this, they were so disgusted that they almost vomited bile.

The elder of the ancestral hall had a beard, a big knife pinned to his waist, he had been a head catcher when he was young, and he had seen some of the world, his brows furrowed, and he walked past the body of the head of the Zhang family and walked into the inner hall.

There were rows of corpses in the inner hall, and there were actually seven of them!

The seven corpses were all dressed in white coats, draped in linen and filial piety, with their knees on the ground, facing Zhang Yi, reflecting the white gauze slow cloth, such a scene clearly looked like a funeral.

And the identity of these corpses is the wife of the head of the Zhang family, his two sons and his three wives.

Especially the young lady who is pregnant with Liujia, and she is about to give birth, but she didn't expect to escape this fate.

When he saw this scene, he was so angry that his teeth itched, "I didn't even let go of the pregnant woman, and I don't know what kind of deep hatred and hatred it is, such a corpse with two lives, the murderer is really a great crime!" ”

Just as the elder was quite righteous and looking for a way to crack it, a whisper suddenly came from outside the door, blending with the morning mist, giving people a sense of etherealness, as if coming from the sky, only once in the world.

"It seems that a few days ago, the news I received was correct."

The elder with white frost was stunned for a moment, stared at it, and saw a young man walking slowly at the gate of the Zhang family, about the age of the crown, dressed in green shirts and white, holding a folding fan made of thick ink, swaying slightly, so not freehand, full of chic.

When I got closer, I saw his face clearly, and Rao was a well-informed elder, and I had to be shocked - from top to bottom, a long black and shiny hair, bound by white juan, made thousands of hairs, draped and scattered, to meet the morning breeze, slowly fluttering.

A pair of slender ink eyebrows like willow leaves, black but not thick, just right.

And down, a pair of gentle eyes, black and white, flowing with a light and elegant luster, like the glimmer of the stars, but if you stare at his eyes for a long time, you will be shocked to find that the depth is deep into the eyes, as if the eyes contain infinite suction, to suck the soul into the pupils.

His complexion was fair, not bloodless pale, not the pale of the first recovery from a serious illness, but a hazy white like the morning mist.

The elder who had been half-buried in his neck was suddenly sluggish, and he couldn't find a better description than "beauty" to describe it.

And such a handsome and extraordinary young man is the one who has come here on a tall white horse this morning.

"You're not from Murakami, are you?" The elder took a deep breath, came back to his senses, and immediately opened his mouth to interrogate with a look of vigilance, at the same time, he subconsciously clenched the steel knife in his hand, and for some reason, from the person in front of him, if there was nothing, a smell of danger wafted out.

The young man smiled faintly, the folding fan in his hand swayed slightly, and did not answer the elder's question, Xu Bu walked into the courtyard, looking around, as if he was at home.

The elder's yellow-brown old face, wrinkled like criss-crossing ravines, suddenly, as if being washed away by an unprecedented flood, his tone was slightly cold, "Young man, are you dumb?" ”

The young man's expression was gentle, and he smiled slightly, "It's just a matter of looking around, why not?" ”

The elder took a step forward, his expression was as indifferent as the glittering luster of the steel knife in his hand, and said lightly, "You are not from the Yamen, no. ”

The young man's eyes were faintly shining, like stars twinkling, which was really strange, and his handsome face was still surging with a gentle smile, "You just don't want to be me." With that, the figure flickered, and the young man had jumped past the elder and went straight to the center of the courtyard.

This is located in Wanliu Village respected elder, when he was young, he once worshiped a martial arts sect, learned a martial arts, and his skills are good, although he is now old, it is not as good as before, but the steel knife in his hand is flashing, the knife is shining, if a thunderbolt appears on a sunny day, the momentum rises suddenly, looking back at a knife and falling, firmly on the neck of the young man, "Young man, go out quickly." ”

If an ordinary person has a steel knife around his neck, he is afraid that his whole body will be tense suddenly, and his fragile heart will hang high, but on the other hand, a young man, the wind is light, like a steel knife that cuts off people's heads like chopping cabbage, and it does not pose the slightest threat to him.

The elder frowned slightly, he didn't like the young man's appearance very much, but he couldn't teach him a lesson with the blade, and immediately grabbed the old man's palm forward, ready to grab the opponent's collar and throw him out.

But the young man's body swayed, like a crucian carp, and his scales were so slippery that he couldn't catch it.