There are unpredictable circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck.

The wind comes as soon as it comes, and the rain as it comes.

People, if you say no, it's gone.

......

The pale thunder fiercely tore through the pitch-black sky, and among the endless mountains, from time to time, there were towering ancient trees that had gone through countless years of wind and rain, and were struck by the thunder, igniting the sky-high fire, and then being extinguished by the pouring rain a moment later, and finally turned into a black scorched tree that fell or was broken.

Yan Xiaowu walked in the heavy rain of the night with one foot and one foot shallow, the rain soaked her whole body, and the thin clothes stuck to her body, making her even more thin.

Yan Xiaowu raised her head, and through the swaying conversion to the forest, she glanced at the sky that changed when she said it would change.

The pouring rainwater poured into Yan Xiaowu's hollow eye hole without hindrance, and overflowed after it was full, like unstoppable tears.

Just as a dazzling thunder snake tore through the sky, illuminating this dark mountain forest, but it could not illuminate Yan Xiaowu's dark eyes.

The middle-aged monk walked ahead, and the rain stopped when it fell three inches away from his body, and then flowed down the invisible wall. The monk's shoes with white background and black cloth are stepped on the ground full of rainwater, and they do not get wet or muddy.

"It's here. ”

The middle-aged monk led Yan Xiaowu to appear outside the house at the bottom of the cliff again.

In front of the house, in the open space, under the grass, under the trees, and by the stream...... It's all corpses.

It is more like a fierce battle, more like a brutal slaughter.

Those corpses, one by one, were either disemboweled, or their heads were in different places, and they died in a tragic state.

In the wind and rain, the strong smell of blood that could not be washed away, Xiao Wu almost vomited.

"How so?"

Yan Xiaowu stumbled forward, examining the corpses one by one, probing his nose and listening to his heart...... Trying to save even one of them. But after a circle, all the 100 or dozens of people died transparently.

Yan Xiaowu stood in the center blankly.

The whole village died here.

Lightning.

The wind and rain are strong.

The house next to it is a mess. The wooden door fell to the ground, shattered, a window was missing, and the rubble of the roof was scattered everywhere.

The wooden house, which was loosened in many places, shook "creak, squeak" in the wind and rain, and became a dilapidated house.

"There are still people alive!"

Yan Xiaowu suddenly paused, looking for breath and rushed into the dangerous room.

The room was also littered with corpses, and a mess of tables, chairs, and benches.

Yan Xiaowu didn't care about being offended, stepped on the cold corpse, and rushed into the inner room.

In the back room, next to the sloping wall, there is a bed.

Yunshang lay motionless on the bed, and was pierced through the heart with a sharpened stake.

Under the bed, a woman's body fell to the ground, her head slung to the side, and one hand was chopped off by her wrist.

Next to it.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy crouched on the ground, his head in his hands, his fingers digging deep into his messy hair.

In front of him, an iron axe was poured in blood, jagged blades, stained with minced flesh.

The boy's face was like ashes, and his eyes were hollow. So much so that Yan Xiaowu touched his side, but he didn't notice it.

Outside the window, the light of the razer came in.

In an instant, the boy's face was illuminated.

It was a little paler than the corpses all over the ground, and there was no life in the empty eyes.

She "looked" at him in a daze.

For a while, she couldn't tell whether the other party was a human or a ghost.