Mo Zhuoyu walked towards the village, his steps getting faster and faster.

The village became clearer and clearer, but Mo Zhuoyu gradually became confused. Why is it that there is no one at the gate of the village where people came and went in the past, but no one is seen today?

As the distance got closer, Mo Zhuoyu couldn't help but immediately fly into the village after seeing the situation in the village clearly.

How did the original paradise-like village become like this?

The broken walls are overgrown with weeds, and there are few people.

Mo Zhuoyu came to the location of the original home, and sure enough, there was no trace of Mo's father and mother. Mo Zhuoyu's heart was shocked, his body trembled slightly, and his steps couldn't help but take two steps back. I can't guess what happened here, mortal life is too fragile.

A natural disaster, a military disaster, is enough to relocate the whole family, or the whole family is destroyed.

Suddenly thinking of something, Mo Zhuoyu turned around and flew towards the neighboring village.

If anyone still knows the traces of Mo's father and mother, they can only go to find Mo Zhuoyu's foreign family. Pray that they didn't move together and still live in the place that Mo Zhuoyu remembers.

Fortunately, what Mo Zhuoyu saw this time was an ordinary village. Without alarming others, Mo Zhuoyu came to the door of the house incognito. Gently slam the door, waiting with mixed feelings.

"Who's coming?" With a loud greeting, the door slowly opened inward.

Mo Zhuoyu looked at the face of the young woman in front of her, but she was not impressed.

"Who are you and what's the matter?" the woman obviously didn't know Mo Zhuoyu either.

"I, I'm a distant relative of this family, is Lin Dazhu at home?" Mo Zhuoyu hesitated and did not directly identify himself.

"Relatives?" The woman looked at Mo Zhuoyu suspiciously, seeing that she was exquisitely dressed and handsome, she wondered in her heart, why had she never heard of such a relative in her family.

shouted inward in his mouth, "Child, his father, a relative is here!" he said, while introducing Mo Zhuoyu into the courtyard with a smile.

Mo Zhuoyu looked at the courtyard that was still somewhat familiar, and felt a little relieved.

In a moment, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked out of the house. As he walked, he asked, "Relative, who?"

As he was talking, he looked up and saw Mo Zhuoyu standing in the courtyard, the middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and suddenly his face was shocked, and his lips opened wide and he wanted to shout something.

Mo Zhuoyu waved his hand lightly and quietly made a secret move.

The middle-aged man looked at the familiar small movements, his eyes were slightly wet, and he swallowed back the exclamation in his mouth. He coughed a few times and said to the young woman, "Don't you see the guest standing, why don't you go and make some tea?" ”

Hearing this, the woman glared at the middle-aged man, then looked at Mo Zhuoyu, and finally held back her doubts and retreated.

When Mo Zhuoyu saw him leaving, he casually set up a soundproof barrier before he spoke, "Big cousin, don't come unharmed." ”

The middle-aged man finally couldn't help it, and said with tears in his eyes and a smile, "It's really you, Sister Xiaoyu." ”

Mo Zhuoyu nodded, and asked anxiously, "What about my grandfather and grandmother, my uncle and aunt?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed, barely stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, and choked up, "Grandfather and grandmother, I have died of illness a long time ago." Father and mother, father and mother have also passed away. ”

"Ah, how could it be? My grandfather and grandmother are old and in poor health, I know. How could my uncle and aunt ......" Mo Zhuoyu was shocked, and couldn't help blurting out in his mouth.

The middle-aged man glanced at Mo Zhuoyu and sighed, "Xiaoyu, have you ever been back to Mojia Village since you came back?"

Mo Zhuoyu already felt something in her heart, "Come back, what's going on in Mojia Village, I'm here just to ask, my parents and them, have they moved to other places?"

The middle-aged man's hands trembled slightly, and he finally couldn't help but shout sadly, "It's all gone, it's all dead!

Mo Zhuoyu's body trembled slightly, his steps were unsteady, and he muttered suspiciously, "Gone, are they all dead?"

Ten years ago, all the people in Mojia Village died overnight. ”

After the middle-aged man's intermittent narration, Mo Zhuoyu roughly restored the situation at that time.

Mo's father and mother did not move after Mo Zhuoyu Xiuxian went, but used money to buy a lot of land. That day, when the farm was busy, my uncle and aunt went to Mojia Village to help harvest grain. It was all ordinary, but no one came home on the second day, and Mo Zhuoyu's maternal grandfather finally couldn't help it and went to Mojia Village to look for it.

As a result, after entering the village, I saw corpses all over the ground, and there was no one left in the village, all of whom died. Mo's father and mother, as well as their uncles and aunts who happened to be in the Mo family, were not spared.

After the news came out, the whole area was in an uproar, and there were no two relatives in the nearby ten miles and eight townships, and the matter was spread in an instant, and the government was also alarmed. Unexpectedly, after sending people to inquire several times, not only did they not announce the murderer, but also forbade the villagers to spread the matter again.

It is rumored that there was a trick of the immortals later, and the government did not dare to investigate it, and the people were afraid of getting into trouble, so gradually the matter disappeared.

After Mo Zhuoyu listened, he was silent for a long time, didn't say anything, and after leaving a sum of silver, he got up and left.

Returning to Mojia Village again, Mo Zhuoyu did not enter the village immediately. Instead, she came to a place that she had almost forgotten.

Under a pine tree in the mountain behind the village, Mo Zhuoyu stood still. The small saplings of the year have long since grown into towering trees that can shelter from the wind and rain.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Zhuoyu squatted down and dug up the soil at the root of the tree with his bare hands. After digging three feet deep, Mo Zhuoyu saw what had been buried back then.

Reaching out and taking it out, Mo Zhuoyu opened the handkerchief that had been slightly rotten, and saw a bell lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

The bronze color is unremarkable, but after nearly twenty years of burial, its color has not changed in the slightest, making it impossible to consider it a mortal thing.

Mo Zhuoyu gritted his teeth, put it in the storage bag, and then destroyed the traces of this place before returning to the village.

Because he knew the previous situation, Mo Zhuoyu looked at the traces in the village again, and easily found the traces of the spell.

It was also uneasy when she came back, and she didn't look closely, otherwise she should have found out a long time ago.

Mo Zhuoyu then came to the burial place of everyone in the village and found the graves of Mo's father and mother. Looking at the familiar name on the tombstone, Mo Zhuoyu's eyes flashed with tears, and he knelt down and kowtowed three times.

I secretly swore in my heart, "No matter who it is, no matter what the reason, I Mo Zhuoyu will not take revenge in this life, and I will not become an immortal!"

Finally, after saying goodbye to Mo's father and mother silently, Mo Zhuoyu didn't stay any longer, took out the cloud shuttle, and flew away.

But half a day later, another person flew and landed outside Mojia Village, "I obviously felt movement here just now, why is there no trace now, is it that I feel wrong?"

The visitor looked around suspiciously, but found nothing, so he could only shake his head hatefully and leave the place.

Mo Zhuoyu didn't know what was happening behind him, and after returning to the Lushan Sect, he didn't stop for a moment, took out the exercises and began to cultivate.

Now she has only one thought in her mind, and that is to become stronger. Only by becoming stronger, only by becoming more powerful, can you have the ability to take revenge.

For the first time since coming to the cultivation realm, Mo Zhuoyu realized his determination and ambition to become stronger for the first time in such a profound way. For the first time, so determinedly, wanted to accomplish something.

The leisurely life of cultivating immortals that I once imagined was just imagination after all. The cultivation realm is a world where the weak eat the strong, and only the strong can survive.