Han Tianhong is Han Xueling's cousin, Han Xueling is Wang Ji's fiancée, and the Wang and Han families can be regarded as half of their in-laws in Sanhezhuang.

He naturally knew Wang Zimo and knew that he was Wang Ji's younger brother!

However, at this time, Han Tianhong's eyes were surprised, puzzled, and panicked.

Isn't this prince Mo dead for two years? Why did he suddenly appear on his own? And he was covered in blood, exactly like he had crawled out of a mass grave.

Could it be ......

The disaster of Sanhezhuang is a ghost caused by him!

"Wang Ji Bao Chang has been attacked, come and support!" Facing the devastated Wang Zimo, Han Tianhong suddenly shouted for help.

The gloomy voice was like a dark cloud in the sky in June, black and pressed overhead, depressingly making people's chests feel stuffy and breathless.

But there was not the slightest fear in that voice, there was certainty and control.

Han Tianhong knew that Wang Zimo was at the end of his crossbow at this time, although he didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost, and what he had experienced, it was not difficult to see from Wang Zimo's flickering body that something must be wrong.

Wang Zimo closed his eyes, and suddenly felt that his face was hot.

The closer it is to Sanhezhuang, the greater the side effects of the Heaven Breaking Finger taught by Ming Bao, and the residual power will continue to impact the aura outside the spirit platform, until at this time, the Heaven Breaking Finger can no longer mobilize the vitality.

As the saying goes: the sandpiper and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits!

However, he, a happy and idle fisherman, did not have any benefits, but was implicated in a thousand holes.

Wang Zimo's eyes were red, and he said, "Brother Tianhong, I'm Wang Mo, I'm Wang Zimo!"

His eyes widened, and tears of grievance glistened in his eyes. The tearing pain on his body gradually dissipated, and he suddenly felt a clear spring rushing into his body from the ground, quickly pressing down the heat of his whole body, and meeting the spiritual platform and the imprint left by Dai Xiaomo converged.

At this time, Wang Zimo was unprecedentedly calm, and his little face was no longer red, but turned sallow as paper, faintly revealing a dead gray light.

Stiff!

He really froze, and the poisonous plan could not succeed, and finally revealed his true colors! Han Tianhong was on guard, bowed down and quietly took two steps back.

From Han Tianhong's fingers, Wang Zimo suddenly felt an unprecedented crisis.

The idea came to mind as soon as it came to mind. I saw Wang Zimo rolling on the ground, and instantly came to Han Tianhong's feet, lifted his calf and lifted it hard, and in an instant, Han Tianhong's gravity shifted and the person turned on his back, and the bow and arrow in his hand blew a loud whistle, tearing the silent night to pieces!

"Wang Mo is dead, don't kill him!"

The village in front of you is familiar. The ruthless command is heartbreaking.

The sentence "Wang Mo is dead, don't talk about killing", like the north wind in the cold winter, wrapped in a cold blade, greeted Wang Zimo mercilessly. The once simple smiles became cold, and they killed them one by one like prey, turning into bloodthirsty monsters!

"What the hell is going on?"

Wang Zimo didn't know what he had done wrong, it was Han Tianhong who had a murderous intention, and he just resisted in advance, just like Da Ji just now, and cut off Liu Hongyuan's head with a knife in his hand.

Why?

Why did he suddenly become a dead stiff in the eyes of everyone?

"Zimo, run!"

Following the sound, Wang Zimo saw his brother pressing Han Tianhong's feather arrow hard, the green tendons on his neck burst out, his bare face bared his teeth, and roared angrily: "Wang Mo is not stiff!

"Wang Ji!"

The four eyes were relatively unyielding, Han Tianhong stared at Wang Ji, pointed at Wang Zimo and said coldly: "Wang Zimo died two years ago, this is what you said personally! Do you want to see everyone like Sister Xue Ling, one by one being sucked up by the stiffness?"

"No! Zimo is not dead!" Wang Yu glared and roared.

Han Tianhong gritted his teeth and became more and more angry, and in the end, he almost yelled out.

His eyes were red and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to release all the anger in his heart into his voice, and he grabbed Wang Ji's collar and shouted, "Have you forgotten!

"Shut ——! up"

Wang Ji's tone has changed, although the two words are very loud and really reach everyone's ears, but they have no confidence, let alone hardness. Like a child who has been greatly wronged, he is still humiliated.

"Sister Xue Ling is dead?"

Wang Zimo was shocked!

From his brother's red eyes, the prince silently sensed the grief in the hearts of his relatives. That's the hatred that would rather die yourself than get hurt by the other party!

Hot tears covered his vision, and Wang Zimo's mind went blank, dragging his injured left leg and crying to Wang Ji, just thinking about giving him a hug to soothe his brother's wounds.

The open chest was defenseless, and it happened to usher in Han Tianyu's ruthless long blade.

"No ——!"

Wang Jian and Han Tianhong stopped at the same time, but it was too late.

I saw that Wang Zimo actually grabbed the blade with his bare hands, and then turned around with his right foot on the ground and sensitively, and with a "click", the fine iron long sword was broken with a "click", with the blood in the palm of his hand, together with the tip of the sword, under Han Tianyu's stunned eyes, it stabbed into his chest.

Han Tianyu is Han Tianhong's younger brother.

The two brothers witnessed Han Xueling's tragic death at the same time, and they hated Wang Ji to the core.

Wang Zimo's eyes were glazed, not knowing what he had just done. When he looked down and saw his bloody hands, he was so frightened that he retreated again and again, shook his head, and kept repeating in his mouth: "It's not me, it's not me!"

The action just now was done in one go, clean and neat, without any mud and water. From Han Tianyu's expression of murderous intentions, to his sword, to his confidence, to his assassination, it was only a short moment. The blood in the chest was so short that it had not yet spurted out, and the pain that pierced the heart had not yet reached the nerves, and the two passed by, leaving only one alive.

And all this, in Wang Zimo's eyes, became extremely slow.

"No, I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill him!" the prince squatted on the ground in silence and kept repeating: "I didn't, I didn't kill people!"

"This kid is demonically ruthless!"

"I actually killed Tianyu!"

"Yes, Tianyu is the Seventh Heaven of Body Refining, and he didn't resist just now? Wang Mo seems to be able to predict his tricks in advance. This is at least something that can only be done by a Qi refining master. ”

"The juniors of the Wang family already have Enlightenment Monks?"

"Impossible, it's only been two years, how can this waste be ......"

The Wang family and the Han family have a family relationship, and it is not good to say that Wang Zimo is a waste when they meet, but everyone says so in private, Wang Zimo is a waste that even a girl can't beat.

Now that the face has been torn, there is naturally no need to be taboo.

"Kill him for me!"

"Kill him!" Han Tianhong flew wildly, holding his brother's blood-spattered chest and raising his head and roaring: "I'm going to cut this little beast with a knife!"

Wang Zimo looked at Wang Ji, and Wang Ji was also looking at Wang Zimo.

The two looked at each other and saw the strangeness in each other's eyes.

"Let's go!"

Wang Ji didn't make a sound, opened his mouth wide and waved his arm vigorously. The prince silently sensed that the crowd was full of murderous intent, as if he was going to chop him into minced meat and feed it to the dogs.

He tried to escape, but he felt weak.

Wang Ji ran forward desperately, trying to protect his brother through the shadows. However, the collar was grabbed by Han Tianhong, and there was a "whoosh", revealing a back full of scars.

"No! Zimo run!"

Wang Ji was like a mad lion, and his eyes became more and more anxious as he watched the prince's silent panic and despair.

"Devour-devour!"

Suddenly, there was a loud roar from the mass grave!

The high-pitched whistling sound was loud and piercing, cutting through the messy Sanhezhuang, and it was transmitted into everyone's mind very clearly. The small village was suddenly in a state of great terror. The living people who were still fighting and killing before stopped at the same time as the dead dead, and they were wary of each other and divided into two groups, which were clearly distinguished!

The people who surrounded Wang Zimo also turned around at the same time, looking at the mass grave in fear.

Suddenly, the villagers ran out of their homes one after another, pinching the yellow table paper painted with cinnabar runes, and surrounded the old and weak women and children in the middle.

Only Wang Yu stood alone, squinting his eyes and looking at the mass grave with his head held high.