Except for the sound of the wind, there was silence in Siye, there were no heart-rending cries, and there were no frightened screams, which made Huaxin feel that maybe the situation was not as bad as she imagined.

However, when Kazuko Tongchen stopped at the entrance of the village, and the thick and strong smell of blood almost suffocated her, she realized how terrible it was to see the river of blood in the dark night.

It's like, one step further, there is an infernal hell.

She fumbled to take out the Night Pearl from the Buddha bead on his chest and take a photo, but he squeezed her hand and insisted on refusing.

Feeling the wetness under my feet, I don't need to look at it, and I can know what happened here a moment ago.

And all this, since it is irreparable, he can't bear to let her see it with her own eyes.

After a long silence and a long stalemate, He Guang Tongchen finally spoke, but his flat voice was like a heavy hammer slammed into the heart of the painting, "They ...... All dead. ”

A brief period of grief was followed by anger, and the painting struggled to get out of the arms of the light and dust, and stepped into the bloody mud, the blood spilled over the ankles, cold and sticky.

The horizontal qin is in the chest, the five fingers are plucked, the sound of the piano is broken jade, the fire phoenix comes from the east, hovering in the air, like a round of golden sun, covering the entire Yaoling Village as bright as day.

As expected, all I saw was shocking blood. The red blood flowed along the terrain from the east of the village to the west of the village, winding all the way, and the loess on the ground was covered with a layer of minced meat and a layer of white bones, forming a dirty river of blood.

The river of blood meandered all the way to the feet of the painting heart, mixed with a messy demonic aura, and the painting heart subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the feet seemed to be rooted, and it was difficult to move an inch.

All life was lost in this river of blood, and piles of dead bodies swirled in her red eyes.

It seems that she was born to live in the sea of corpses and blood, no matter how good the paradise feng shui treasure is, as long as she comes, only the corpse mountain and the sea of blood will be entangled.

It's like a dead knot that will never be resolved.

Staggered and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the demonic qi around Yaoling Mountain was crushed by the wisps of Jiufengqin's qi.

Seeing that her face was pale and her eyes were red, He Guang Tongchen finally couldn't help but hold her hand, and the piano stopped abruptly.

Then his gentle and compassionate voice came, "It's too late, Xin'er, don't waste your divine power, there are no living people here, these demonic qi have ......"

"Mother"

Before he could finish speaking, a heart-rending cry tore through the dead village, followed by a few "Wangwang" dog barks.

It's Wang Xiaosil!

Wang Xiaosilly is still alive!

"Dust, you see, there are still people alive, and there are still people alive!"

Before the words fell, Huaxin had already run over with the piano looking for the source of the sound, and the light and dust were afraid that there would be a demon, so they immediately chased after them.

Crossing the mountain of corpses, Huaxin saw Wang Xiaosil cowering behind Aunt Wang, "rhubarb" had turned into "big red", stained with dog blood, and loyally guarded Wang Xiaosil's side.

Wang Xiaosil was originally depressed from crying because he was afraid, but when he saw the painting heart and the light in the same dust, he couldn't hold back anymore, and threw himself in a pool of blood and cried.

He seemed to be saying something vaguely, because he was delirious, and because he was hoarse from crying, he could only vaguely hear "monster", "mother", and "can't wake up...... These broken words.

He cried helplessly, and the painting heart was more and more mournful by his crying, and at that moment, as if she had made up her mind, she pulled and was ready to help Wang Xiaosilly's Heguang Tongchen.