"Three hundred and forty-nine...... Three hundred and forty-nine ...... Three hundred and forty-nine ......"

Nanhu was still muttering about the numbers, but there was one more than before.

Zuo Tian stared at the bamboo basket behind him and followed him silently.

Nanhu stumbled along as if he had lost his soul, and he went from house to house in ruins, looking for the dead.

"Three hundred and sixty-two...... Three hundred and sixty-two ......"

"Huh. ”

An inexplicable laugh came from his throat, unspeakably evil in this empty world of consciousness.

The next one, he stopped.

Zuo Tian recognized that this was the home of Nanhu.

He had been avoiding this area before, but he didn't expect his body to subconsciously walk to this place.

Nanhu is not a person with overflowing feelings, but even if he is a bad person, he still has feelings.

What's more, lying in the ruins are his relatives.

The nightmarish scene during the day didn't make him feel frightened, he just looked at the blood Luo and Bai Meng floating in the sky, and roared in his heart: Why are they immortals, I can only be mortals!

In the subsequent flight, his heart was full of resentment, helplessness and pain.

The death of the madman only gave him a trace of sadness, but it was quickly covered up by him.

In the words that Zhang Tie gathered to say later, he knew that they could also activate the spiritual root and cultivate into immortals with vast magical powers.

The excitement was beyond words, and he was feverishly immersed in the journey of harvesting his heart.

First the dead corpse, the cooled blood, although it would not gush out, still made his hands full of blood, and then the dry corpse.

Until......

He took the heart out of a very small dried corpse with his own hands, and at that moment, he was struck by lightning.

The frenzy in his brain cooled rapidly, and he trembled as he held his wilted heart.

This is the heart of his younger brother, Nan Xiaohu.

At that moment, he felt a buzz in his head, and he collapsed to the ground.

He dug out his brother's heart with his own hands.

Fear, restlessness.

Tormented, terrified more than death.

When he was in the square, he knew that the family must be the only one left, and he had been avoiding that area, but he didn't expect that his younger brother would appear in a place that was contrary to the family.

thought he was cold-blooded enough, but the moment he held his heart, he felt that his world was dark.

There were tears in his eyes, and he didn't reach out to wipe them, just stared at his brother's corpse.

"Even if I don't dig out your heart, someone else will take it!"

He roared frantically at his brother's corpse, as if to convince himself.

It's just that he knows that his younger brother won't hear it, and the only person alive here is himself.

But he still didn't care about it, and roared angrily: "Nan Xiaohu! you have been killed by a powerful ghost! I will avenge you!"

"I'm just borrowing your heart! As long as I cultivate into an immortal, I can avenge you!"

"Didn't you shout all day long that you wanted to get out of Daqing Mountain! I promised you! When I activated the spiritual root, I went out and took a look at the outside world. ”

"Nan Xiaohu! You remember it for me! You didn't die!"

"From today onwards, there will be no Southern Tiger in the world, only Southern Xiaohu!"

"I will live in this world for you. ”

As he roared, the madness on his face became more and more calm.

The Southern Tiger is gone, or now it can be said that the Southern Little Tiger.

He indifferently harvested a corpse, and Nan Xiaohu's heart was cherished by him in his pocket.

......

"Three hundred and sixty...... Three hundred and sixty-one ...... Three hundred and sixty-two. ”

Looking at the half-collapsed house in front of him, Nan Xiaohu smiled.

Fate always seems to play a joke on you, when you are down, he will make you have many more incidents for no reason, and when you are sad, he will prick your wound with a needle, making you more painful.

Nan Xiaohu entered the house expressionlessly.

Zuo Tian followed.

This may be the turning point.

What was the reason for him to give up hope of activating the spiritual root?

From Fang Fang's consciousness, Zuo Tian vaguely sensed that this activation of the spiritual root was likely to be related to a person's will, and Fang Fang was immersed in the darkness precisely because she was too persistent in thinking about her parents.

And Nan Xiaohu is logically impossible to have this situation, he is already an adult, what kind of temptation makes him give up revenge?

As soon as he entered the house, Zuo Tian heard a faint cry for help.

And Nan Xiaohu was also frantically moving the collapsed pieces of earth and wood away.

Is anyone still alive?

This was the first thought that came to Zuo Tian's mind.

But this is in Nan Xiaohu's memory, Zuo Tian is just a consciousness body, he can't move those things at all, and he can't help Nan Xiaohu.

I can only watch anxiously from the sidelines.

Finally, a human hand resembling a skeleton emerged from the rubble.

"Daddy!"

Nan Xiaohu shouted.

His fingers were bleeding from the sand and gravel on the ground, and he worked harder with the collapsed debris.

"Ahem!"

The buried people in the ruins are finally revealed.

Zuo Tian had never met Nan Xiaohu's parents, but he knew that Nan Xiaohu's father had been a member of the hunting team before, but he had contracted some strange disease and had never appeared in the village again.

At this moment, looking at the half-buried skeleton that had collapsed in the ruins, it was hard for Zuo Tian to imagine that this was a person who was still alive.

There were only a few sparse hairs left on the top of his head, and his skin was even more white and terrifying, and even the blood flowing from the forehead that had been smashed by the collapse carried a rotten breath.

Looking at the flesh and blood on his body, it is estimated that it is not much worse than the dried corpses lying outside.

No wonder he survived, I'm afraid that even those powerful ghosts didn't bother to ingest another drop of flesh and blood from him.

"Yes...... Be...... Big Tiger ...... Is it?"

The skeleton said with difficulty.

"Dad! it's me!"

Nan Xiaohu replied excitedly, his hands kept moving, and he continued to clean up the debris on the skeleton.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Big...... Big Tiger, don't ...... Don't bother it, cough ...... Father...... Not long to live...... up, you...... You listen...... I say. ”

"Dad, you let me rescue you first! You wait for me to rescue you, and we'll talk slowly!"

"You ......"

Before the skeleton could finish its breath, a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Nan Xiaohu hurriedly stopped what he was doing, knelt on the ground and picked up the skeleton's head.

"Dad, are you alright, Dad, don't scare me!!Dad!"

He cried anxiously, and the skeleton seemed to hear his cry and moved in his arms, and then opened his eyes weakly.

"Dad, I'm not moving, you say...... You say, I listen to everything you say. ”

Nan Xiaohu shouted.

The skeleton slowed down for a while, and then it seemed to regain the strength to speak, and said, "Your brother, little ...... Xiaohu, he ...... You okay. ”

Nan Xiaohu's body shook in vain, and a difficult smile climbed on his face: "Dad, brother, he, he's okay, he's playing with Da Long and them." ”

"Hehe, ahem, ahem...... You kid, you can't fool you and me. The skeleton paused for a moment, then said, "I knew they wouldn't let me go, and knowing the secret, they wouldn't let our family go." ”

As if returning to the light, the skeleton's speech was no longer intermittent, but became urgent: "Big Tiger, listen, while you are okay now, escape from the village, they will not let you go." ”

"Dad, what are you talking about?, why can't I understand?" Nan Xiaohu looked confused.

What my father said seems to be related to some secrets, could it be that the destruction of Nancun also has a secret that he doesn't know?

But how could my father know? He couldn't even get out of this room when he was so sick.

How does he know?

"Listen, there is a big secret in the village, it is the secret that mortals can cultivate into immortals, if you escape from this village, you must spread this secret, in this way, they will all die! Nancun will perish, and my great revenge can be avenged!"

The skeleton shouted hoarsely.

Listening to Nan Xiaohu's ears is no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

That secret...... That secret......

I see.